President Gao Leng's little wife

The reporter obviously wanted to make trouble, so he hurried to the female screenwriter's side.

The microphone was poked straight in front of the female screenwriter.

The female screenwriter was originally unhappy.

She looked at the microphone poked in front of her, and just wanted to give Xia Yu some flair when she took it.

But the director was behind the reporter and kept winking at her.

The female screenwriter had a little doubt in her heart.

She has worked with the director for many years, so she naturally understands what the director's eyes mean.

It was to let her protect Xia Yuluo.

Who the hell is this Xia Yuluo, who can make the director treat him with such favor.

The screenwriter was very puzzled, and then said:
"Um, I'm concerned about Ms. Xia's participation in adapting the script..."

She draws out her voice, obviously pondering the right words.

The director squeezed sweat on his forehead, and kept staring at the screenwriter.

When the female screenwriter saw the director protecting Xia Yuluo so much, she was also a sensible person.

At this moment, there was no point in offending the director for a little Xia Yuluo.

She made up her mind, smiled generously, and her voice immediately became much smoother:
"Miss Xia is a very spiritual screenwriter."

"I appreciate her talent and it was a pleasure working with her."

When she said this, the meaning was obvious, and she was already on Xia Yuluo's side.

The reporter looked at Xia Yuluo who was smiling behind him, and then at the screenwriter, who also had a warm smile.

Unable to find any exciting information, he threw away his work card and decided to go all out for the sales of the magazine.

The female screenwriter got up to talk to the director, trying to get rid of the reporter.

But the reporter was in hot pursuit.

A stride ran up to her, and a hand blocked her way:
"Excuse me, miss, is it because of Miss Xia's family background that you say this?"

The straightforward words stunned the experienced female screenwriter for a moment.

When she first came to country C, she didn't expect to be confronted with such a sharp question.

The reporter's words caused a brief silence in the noisy venue.

Everyone looked at the very center of the spearhead.

Han Tianyi pulled Xia Yuluo and was about to leave, when he heard this sudden question, he frowned.

He turned his head and stared at the job card of the reporter not far away.

Sensing the change in Han Tianyi's aura, Xia Yuluo took his hand:

"Don't worry, they can say whatever they want."

She smiled sweetly at Han Tianyi, her brows were full of dust.

"Ha ha."

The female screenwriter immediately laughed when she realized it.

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, all the people present also laughed.

The female screenwriter rubbed her face and walked to the director's side:
"I don't know Miss Xia's family background."

"I just simply think that she is a man who can be made, and I don't know anything else."

She waved her hand and called the assistant directly, keeping the distance from the reporter who was chasing after her.

Someone looked at Xia Yuluo beside Han Tianyi.

A very ordinary woman, but inexplicably people can't take their eyes off her.

Such ordinary facial features come together, and there is a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Coupled with her temperament, she is the most unique lily even among the many beautiful actresses.

"Miss Xia, what is your identity?"

Someone couldn't help whispering, guessing about Xia Yuluo's family background.

"Did you see the man standing next to her?"

"That is an underground monarch, and his strength is bottomless."

"Tell me, can such a man's wife not give him face?"

Some people thought that Xia Yuluo's identity was supported by Han Tianyi, so they couldn't help talking about it.