Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

The producer was obviously a little absent-minded, his eyes were fixed on the gap when the elevator closed, and his brows were tightly frowned.

After a while, the elevator was about to arrive, and the producer suddenly looked at Ye Liang and asked, "Didn't Song Jianyi be with you just now?"

Ye Liang didn't understand, so she nodded and smiled, "She'll start filming in a while, and besides, it's okay for her to be there, but why is it a bit out of order?"

The producer smiled even harder, "It's nothing. Song Jianyi has a lot of room for development in the future. In this kind of occasion, it is actually beneficial to participate more."

As he spoke, he even suggested, "How about I ask her to come up?"

Ye Liang looked at him, then nodded, "That's fine."

The point is, the producer directly pushed the elevator to the next floor, saying to go down first and wait for Song Jianyi to come up.

Ye Liang couldn't help laughing, "Why don't we just go to that floor and wait for her?"

The producer patted his head, "Look at my head, I'm confused!"

He said again: "Since they have all come down, just wait. Once Song Jian arrives, we will go up together."

But obviously, Song Jianyi received a request from the producer to let her go to the 26th floor, but did not tell her to get off the elevator on the [-]th floor and get on together.

So, Song Jianyi took the elevator directly to the 26th floor.

After getting out of the elevator, I looked around and saw that the entire corridor was quiet. The expensive and exquisite carpets were meticulously laid, and there was no sound at all when stepping on them.

A little too quiet.

"Producer Feng?" Song Jian thought for a while, then turned and walked to the right, looking at the room number.

There are not many rooms on this floor. She counted, and it seems that there are only four presidential suites in total. This is the first time for her to come to this floor.

She didn't ask which room it was just now, so she had no choice but to make a phone call right now to ask.

As soon as the phone was taken out, she seemed to see a figure out of the corner of her eye. Song Jian looked at it subconsciously, and was surprised.

"Why are you here?"

On the other side, there is a small figure in Fucheng, carrying a black body-fitting vest bag, clothes and pants of the same color, and black shoes. At first glance, he looks like a little secret agent.

I saw that he immediately raised his index finger to Song Jian and put it to his mouth, "Shhh!"

Song Jianyi looked confused, walked over, and was dragged by the little guy directly into the next corridor.

"Why are you here?" This time, it was Fucheng who asked her.

While speaking, he did not forget to look outside mysteriously.

Song Jianyi was even more confused, "Our producer asked me to come up, your mommy and the others seemed to be talking about something, asked me to come up and listen together?"

The little guy frowned slightly, "Really?"

He glanced at the time and said: "Then you go out quickly, remember, don't say you've seen me, and don't show it!"

Song Jianyi couldn't help laughing, "Are you shooting a movie here? Who bought you clothes?...Your little black bag looks pretty, what is it in?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help stretching out her hand to pinch it.

At that moment, Fu Cheng's small face was visibly serious, and he raised his head to stare at her closely.

Song Jian laughed and said, "Toy gun?"

Only then did Fucheng show a smiling face and nodded, "Yes, otherwise, would I dare to recite the truth?"

Song Jian flicked his head, "Okay! You can play, I'll pass..."

"Don't come here with Mengmeng! Remember?" the little guy urged.

Song Jian nodded, "Got it!"

She only thought of Fucheng because she was afraid of being reprimanded for secretly coming to the set alone and running around.

Because Song Jianyi remembered correctly, she didn't bring Fucheng here today, and sister Ye didn't see him when she came.

He could only sneak out to play by himself!
Fucheng has come here often recently, and he is already familiar with the entire hotel.

As soon as Song Jian went out from the stairwell, he walked back a few meters and saw two people coming from the elevator.

Hurry up and wave, "Producer Feng!"

Producer Feng smiled awkwardly, "I really forgot to tell her and came up by myself, then let's go."

Ye Liang nodded, and took a look at the time. After a while, Fan Xiao came over, but she didn't say that she was here.

When we reached the door marked 'one', Director Feng knocked on it, then pushed the door open and went in.

The director was indeed waiting. When he saw them coming, he quickly greeted them with a smile, "Come on, you haven't had breakfast yet?"

Ye Liang saw that there were hot porridge, steamed buns, soy milk, etc. on the table, which looked quite rich.

She was indeed hungry, and was afraid that Fan Xiaozheng's breakfast would be left in the cold after a while, so she chose a small cup of soy milk, intending to drink half a cup before stopping.

What they talked about today is not a big deal, because they have talked about it before, so today they just check their ideas again, and then sign directly and press the seal.

Most of the time, just chatting, chatting about the follow-up of this series.

Ye Liang looked at Song Jianyi at the side, and joked, "If we can't find anyone, why don't we let Song Jian try?"

She had just understood the behavior of the producer, and suddenly called Song Jianyi to promote him?
Before anyone else could speak, Song Jianyi spoke first, "Don't! I don't have the strength yet, I'm afraid I'll let down your love, wait for me to practice again!"

This little joke is over.

Several people continued to eat breakfast.

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

The director was sitting close, he went to open the door, then turned around and said: "I'm looking for Ms. Meng, you said they're delivering breakfast?"

Ye Liang put down the cup of soy milk and got up and walked over. The director naturally turned back and returned to his seat.

The reason why Yeliang didn't doubt it at all was because she thought that it was Fan Xiaozheng who brought the breakfast, or Sheng Qiu who was appointed by him.

When we got to the door, we saw a man in the uniform of a hotel waiter outside the door.

Then she frowned, "Are you looking for me?"

The man nodded politely and politely, stepped back, and while arranging the things in the small cart in front of him, said: "The one who brought you breakfast, do you need to sign?"

Why did you still sign for it?

She looked puzzled at the breakfast in his hands.

"Did Mr. Fan order breakfast in the kitchen?" Ye Liang asked.

The movement of the man's hand paused, then nodded again, "Yes."

But Ye Liang said again: "Didn't he say he brought it for me from home?"

Speaking of this, Ye Liang was already a little suspicious, and his eyes fell on this man.

She found that since she came out, she hadn't seen this man's face. He had been tidying up the dining car, and then he was busy getting her breakfast, with his head bowed almost all the time.

"Give it to me." She stretched out her hand and said.

Thinking about seeing his face clearly when he handed things over.