Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

Although she was not short of those two moneys, it was rare for her to be interested and wanted to make a career out of her own efforts, but she failed like this.

Instead of looking for her own reasons, she was thinking that if it wasn't for Yan Qingyao's exposure, her studio would definitely be listed.

Even if Xia Mei is really plagiarized, so what, she can buy the work and put it under his name, all she wants is the layer of paper, and she doesn't care what the content is.

No matter how beautiful it can be imagined, it will be empty after all.

At this time, Yan Zhao was sitting in her exclusive dressing room, allowing the makeup artist to dress her up. Even though someone behind her kept praising her, she always kept a cold face.

Looking at the sullen woman in the mirror, she gritted her teeth fiercely and said, "Meng! Xuan!"

Took her heart to love, and sabotaged her plan many times, hmph, let's wait and see.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Yan Zhao covered his head and yelled.

The make-up artist was combing her hair, and when she heard her cry of pain, she was covered in cold sweat, hurriedly took half a step back, and looked at her anxiously: "I'm sorry, Miss Yan, did I hurt you?"

Yan Zhao was already angry, and he glanced at her coldly: "You even dare to bully me?"

The makeup artist trembled violently. She knew that the person in front of her could lose her job with a single word. It might be difficult for her to stay in this city, so she begged for mercy without even thinking about it: "I didn't, Ms. Yan, I really didn't mean it."

Yan Zhao raised Erlang's legs, raised a very flat smile, and raised his eyebrows to look at her: "Why are you so nervous? Did I tell you what to do to you? Those who don't know think that I have done something to you."

The make-up artist didn't dare to speak anymore, she realized that no matter what she did or said was wrong, she could only shake her head, her forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hey? Look, are my shoes a bit dirty?" Yan Zhao suddenly pouted and looked at his clean uppers, his voice was sweet and harmless.

In the entertainment industry, she is defined as a popular actress with a kind heart. Under the lights, she is always a flawless existence, but behind the scenes, she is a bit horrible.

The little assistant who was beside her was deeply affected by it, so she didn't dare to persuade her at this time, so she could only respond in a low voice: "It seems to be a little dirty, otherwise, I'll go and ask if there is any cleaning agent here."

The little assistant just wanted to get out of the way. Although she couldn't understand her style of work, she was soft-spoken. Even if she asked for mercy, it might not help, and maybe it would increase her anger.

Yan Zhao glanced at her with a half-smile, and the little assistant flinched, before hearing her beautiful voice narrate vicious schemes: "There is no need for cleaning agent, isn't human saliva also disinfected?"

The little assistant didn't understand what she meant. Could it be possible to spit on her shoes?

The make-up artist's face turned pale, and she wanted to understand what she meant.

In the next second, Yan Zhao narrowed his eyes, raised his chin, looked arrogantly at the makeup artist standing with his head bowed, and said, "How about it? How about you lick it off for me?"

The makeup artist immediately clenched her hands, feeling that her begging for mercy disappeared in an instant. Her dignity was trampled under her feet at this moment, so what if she lost her job.

If you can't bear it, you don't need to bear it anymore.

Thinking of this, she chuckled lightly and said, "Miss Yan, you and I are not of the same kind after all, we can't do this kind of thing."

There is a popular word on the Internet called dog licking, which usually describes those who have lost their original intentions for the sake of profit. It is similar to the traitors in the era of resistance.

The make-up artist would say this, but also satirize Yan Zhao as a mad dog, biting people recklessly.

Yan Zhao was stunned, he didn't expect her to fight back, and didn't care about the meaning of her words, and said angrily, "Do you not want this job?"

The make-up artist smiled heartily, and it was extremely easy to let go of the uneasiness in her heart. She raised her eyebrows and stared at Yan Zhao condescendingly: "Isn't it just that there are two bad money? What are you talking about all day? To put it bluntly, Ms. Yan , you are a gnawing old man, and you are not as good as me in essence."

The expression on Yan Zhao's face was very wonderful, maybe this was the first time she was humiliated, she was so stimulated that she couldn't open her mouth to refute, and watched helplessly as the makeup artist taunted her with her nostrils, and then walked away as if no one else was there.

The little assistant applauded in his heart as he watched from the sidelines.

She didn't dare to say such a thing. After all, her family was not considered wealthy, and she had to support herself, so she couldn't offend the daughter of the Yan family.

After the make-up artist left, the little assistant hurriedly found an excuse to slip away, she was not stupid, she stayed here until Yan Zhao reacted, she must have taken her anger out on her.

"Ah..." Yan Zhao let out a series of roars, biting his lower lip tightly, his face with exquisite makeup was tangled into a ball, ferocious like a beast.

She violently swept the expensive cosmetics on the table to the ground, her face turned blue with anger, and her chest heaved violently.

It's all her fault!It's all Meng Xuan's fault.

Yan Zhao again blamed Yan Qingyao for all her faults, and became more and more jealous of her, thinking that her world would become a mess since there was more of this person in her world.

Yan Qingyao didn't know that she was being hated again for no reason, now.She was busy planning the Star Night, and almost all the internal affairs of the company were arranged. She didn't forget that she still had the identity of an agent.

Among the artists she signed, Luo Chen and Gong Ze have basically developed steadily, and have a certain reputation in the circle. Currently, only Ye Miao has not yet officially debuted.

At the beginning, her idea was to let Ye Miao practice hard, and wanted to make him a comprehensive artist. If he was a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in ancient times, he should be proficient in everything.

And the time she's been waiting for has come. On this star night, she wants Ye Miao to make his debut, laying a good foundation for his future acting career.

As for Luo Chen and Gong Ze, she also planned to take the opportunity to help them fix their image problems.

"Director Meng, are you looking for me?" Winter came face to face.

Yan Qingyao manipulated the work chair and turned around, then said with a smile, "Are you disturbing your work?"

Winter put his hands in his trouser pockets, and leaned against the wall casually: "You are my boss, you arrange the work, so don't bother me.

Yan Qingyao shrugged: "Don't dare, you are now a closed disciple of Ken Lao, how dare I send you."

After finishing the polite words, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Yan Qingyao cleared her throat and said again: "Okay, I won't be joking with you anymore, I do have something to ask you, you take a break with me and meet a few people."

"Oh?" Winter walked to the sofa and sat down, stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Could it be that you are talking about some of your artists?"

Yan Qingyao didn't intend to play tricks on him either, she got up and stretched her neck, walked to the French window and looked at the scene downstairs and said softly: "En, you guessed right."

Winter looked at her sideways: "You want me to design their dressing styles?"