Nightclub, your daughter-in-law has lost her vest again

Han Qiaoqiao dialed the number in the phone book, and a voice came from the phone, "The phone you dialed has been turned off."

Tried several times, same result.

Damn!

At this time, the other party turned off the phone.

Han Qiaoqiao was afraid that Ye Yunqiu would not believe her nonsense, and thought she was making up some stories to fool people. Wouldn't she be banned and disappear from the entertainment industry forever?
If an artist loses her popularity, she will be forgotten by the public in less than a month. If there is no scandal or anything, no one among fans will recognize her.

"Yeclub, I'm not lying. Ye Yuyan's phone was turned off. I contacted her last night..." Han Qiaoqiao was so anxious that her tongue was trembling.

The assistant director of the studio arranged the onlookers to do their own work. Jin Yuran said in a low voice, "Yunqiu, let's talk after we find Yuyan. I won't pursue this matter."

Ye Yunqiu's expression was cold, he couldn't spare the jealous Han Qiaoqiao so easily.

Let her go this time, it is inevitable that next time Qiaoqiao will think of other ideas and play tricks behind her back.

Just like Ye Yuyan, Jin Yuran gave that girl a few chances, but she was not grateful, and if she didn't teach her a lesson, Han Qiaoqiao might not remember it long.

"You will be fined to work on the set for a month, and your role will be replaced by a newcomer from the entertainment company."

Ye Yunqiu left a word coldly, then turned around and left the studio with an arm around Jin Yuran's waist.

Do field affairs?
Han Qiaoqiao sat down on the ground, her eyes darkened, her body was weak, and she felt like the whole sky had collapsed.

"Nightclub, why don't you let me do hard work, why don't you let me go back to the entertainment company for training." She shouted towards the entrance of the studio. Didn't you want my life..."

"Miss Han, get up, the nightclub has already left."

The little assistant was determined and walked over to help her up.

Han Qiaoqiao was so angry that she pushed the little assistant's hand away and said ungratefully, "Go away! I'm not an artist now, are you happy? I don't need sympathy, so don't watch my jokes here. .”

The little assistant saw that Han Qiaoqiao couldn't tell whether he was good or bad, so he turned and left.

The assistant director came over and said earnestly, "Miss Han, let's go, I will take you to hand over the work tasks with the field manager, it is useless for you to cry here, if you continue to make trouble like this, it will make the nightclub unhappy, I really want to block you of."

She is unwilling and has no choice.

You can only grit your teeth and persist for a month, and then accumulate traffic to fight for the chance to become popular.

Han Qiaoqiao put her hands on the ground and tried to support her body, frowning, "Oh, my legs are numb."

At this time, she still wanted to hook up with the assistant director, with the intention of asking the assistant director to assign her some easy work.

The assistant director is not the kind of lustful person, "Miss Han, you should get up by yourself, even if the nightclub sees my assistant director's seat, let me tell the truth, your acting skills are not very good, you should learn to bow your head and compare yourself with others Well, think about it, Miss Jin can say ten words to you in front of the nightclub."

She got up from the ground in embarrassment, and patted the dust on the skirt on her buttocks.

Think about it for this reason.

After this month, I will find the right time to fill this breath up.

"Associate director, there is a shortage of people on the scene, and we need someone to come over to help set up the shooting frame." The staff ran over to report to the assistant director.

"Miss Han, here comes your job..."

half a month later.

Han Qiaoqiao was tortured as a field worker in the film crew, she lost her star aura and was exhausted to death.

"I'm exhausted, and I can't hold on for half a month." During the crew's break, she held the lunch box distributed by the crew, stared at the scattered vegetable leaves and diced meat in the box and complained, and threw the box aside. , "Who knew it would be so tiring to do housework, my old lady quit!"

In the past half month, she chattered with the crew, her palms were worn out several layers of skin, and the blood blisters on her fingers were next to each other, and it hurt when she touched it.

An extra who was sitting on a small chair next to him was chewing his food, and looked up, "If you do this job, do your job well, it doesn't matter if you were a star before, you are now a laborer, and you have that time Complaining, it’s better to eat a few more mouthfuls of rice, so that you will have the strength to work when you start working later.”

"People like you can only do extras. My goal is to become a big name in the world. If I tell you, you won't understand..." Han Qiaoqiao didn't listen to the words of the extras, and even regarded herself as a big star , The artist's airs have not diminished in the slightest.

The extra showed a sarcastic smile and didn't take her seriously.

You can't even do a good job in the field, what kind of international celebrity do you want to be?

"Daydreaming!"

And Jin Yuran's scene was filmed very smoothly, and Director Smith had nothing to say about her acting skills, and he appreciated her very much.

"Miss Jin, tomorrow the crew will go abroad to film locations, so prepare yourself and tell your husband." Smith said casually when communicating with her about the plot.

"it is good."

After finishing work at night, Jin Yuran told Ye Yunqiu that he was going to shoot the location.

"I'll send some bodyguards to protect your safety."

"Why such an exaggeration?" Jin Yuran smiled, "I went to shoot a movie, not with bodyguards to show off in front of others, if I was caught by paparazzi or black fans, what would they say about me, there are a lot of assistants behind me , playing big cards or something."

She didn't want to follow Han Qiaoqiao's style.

Before Han Qiaoqiao came to the set, he was always followed by a group of small attendants. The small assistants for carrying bags, makeup and massage each had their own division of labor.

It is enough for Jin Yuran to bring Wen Mengxue alone.

"When you go abroad, pay attention to safety. If you have anything to do, you can contact Jing Li. He has flown to country F and is familiar with it."

"You don't have to worry about me, Xiaoxue is here." Jin Yuran leaned over and planted a light kiss on his cheek, "Take care of your body at home, and, those two naughty little guys, what are you doing?" Can't figure it out?"

"Why can't it be done?"

Can it work?
Jin Yuran was a little skeptical. At this time, Xiao Yangyang and Taotao ran upstairs after playing downstairs, slipped to the door of the study, poked out their little heads, "Dad, Mom, are you playing a game?"

"No." Jin Yuran blushed.

"Dad, I want to draw."

"Dad, I want to ride a horse."

They let the children come in to play, and the business was over. Xiao Yangyang rushed in and climbed on Ye Yunqiu's back to ride a horse. Xiao Taotao climbed onto the chair and reached for the watercolor pens on the table.

Yuran was going to get Taotao some paper for painting. Xiao Taotao stood up from the chair very quickly, holding the watercolor pen in her right hand, and the tip of the pen pointed towards Ye Yunqiu's beautiful cheek.

"Dad, I want to paint on your face."

"Tao Tao, mom brought you a drawing book, how about you draw here?" Jin Yuran said softly.