Is Master Lu jealous today?

The shooting process was very troublesome. Sheng Wantang jumped back and forth three times to meet the multi-camera shooting requirements. After that, Chu Ling uploaded the close-up of the face by himself, and Sheng Wantang had to teach Chu Ling some reshoots.

"Director Sheng, on your terms, why don't you enter the entertainment industry?" Chu Ling asked Sheng Wantang casually while he was resting.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, but I don't aspire to be in the entertainment industry." Sheng Wantang stopped drinking water and said, "Although I have been Teacher Chu's dance stand-in, I won't come to the stage."

Chu Ling understood Sheng Wantang's implication - she did suppress Chu Ling's limelight today, but it would not affect Chu Ling's career, resources and cameras.

"Director Sheng, you are so beautiful and smart. No wonder Mr. Lu looks at you differently." Chu Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and his smile widened. "I offered toast to Mr. Lu at the wine table that day. I was the one who was abrupt."

Anyone could see that Chu Ling deliberately hooked up with Lu Jiyuan at the wine table that day.

But now, she is equivalent to apologizing to Sheng Wantang.

On the other side, Mu Ruyi saved the video of Sheng Wantang's dancing just taken on her phone. Lu Jiyuan's contact information was not disclosed to the public, so Mu Ruyi found Yi Jiu's email address on the GT Group official website and sent the video to him.

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Toronto.

Yi Jiu transferred the video to Lu Jiyuan.

The woman in the video is dressed up to attend, graceful and graceful, with her hands raised, her sleeves half covered, and her gestures are full of elegance.

This is Sheng Wantang.

Lu Jiyuan had no emotion on the surface, but his eyes were getting darker and darker.

He had seen her dance handsome and sexy jazz, but he didn't know that she could also dance stunning classical dance.

"Madam and his crew have only one dancer, so my wife is going to be a dancer. This is what Ms. Mu Ruyi sent to my email, and the note is 'gift'." Yi Jiu said, "She probably doesn't have your contact information , sent it to me.”

Lu Jiyuan watched the video three times, and then saved it on his mobile phone.

For the first time, I felt that Mu Ruyi was a little useful, and it was more pleasing to the eye.

But when he thought of Sheng Wantang dancing in front of so many people in the crew with such a gorgeous dress, so many eyes were glued to her body, he had never seen her dance with his own eyes, all those people had seen it.

He was upset for a while.

That night, Sheng Wantang received a picture message.

It is a picture of her dancing as a dancer today.

Sheng Wantang didn't know for a moment whether he should be surprised why Lu Jiyuan had this photo, or whether he should be surprised that someone sent MMS these days.

She called Lu Jiyuan.

Connected there soon.

"Hey."

Sheng Wantang's heart beat a little faster after not hearing Lu Jiyuan's voice for a few days.

"Why do you have a photo of me dancing?" Sheng Wantang asked, "The director sent it?"

Lu Jiyuan didn't answer, but said, "Sheng Wantang, you didn't dance this dance in front of me."

The word "du" is used very spiritually... For some reason, Sheng Wantang heard jealousy from this short sentence for no reason.

Why does she have this illusion?

"But I'll skip jazz for you." Sheng Wantang said.

And who has nothing to do with classical dancing?

Lu Jiyuan was not satisfied with this statement: "You are forced to dance for me, dress casually, dress casually."

Can there be a comparison?Sheng Wantang didn't know what to say for a while.

But it would be too shameful to say that she made up a section for him in the future!

Sheng Wantang quickly changed the subject: "Should we add a WeChat?"

Now only work uses text messages, how can anyone usually use text messages to chat?

"I don't have WeChat." Lu Jiyuan usually calls others directly, and sending text messages is already a privilege for Sheng Wantang.

Sheng Wantang was surprised: "Is there anyone who doesn't use WeChat these days?"

"Sheng Wantang, you think I'm old again?" Lu Jiyuan's tone sounded dangerous.

"No! I didn't!" Sheng Wantang had to change the subject again, "I still miss you a gift? I'll give it to you when you come back."

"You designed it yourself?" he asked.

Sheng Wantang: "..." Is it her illusion again, why does she feel that he is comparing with the tie she gave Jing Yan before?

Sheng Wantang: "Yes."

"Okay." Lu Jiyuan was satisfied.

After hanging up the phone, after a while, there was a new friend application in Sheng Wantang's WeChat.

Nick name:.

Remarks: Passed.

Sheng Wantang was puzzled for a moment, and clicked through.

I saw that the other party's WeChat ID was initially garbled characters, and the circle of friends was completely empty, like a new account.

Sheng Wantang typed and asked: [Lu Jiyuan? 】

other side:【. 】

It really is.

Someone who said he didn't have WeChat turned around and registered one, Sheng Wantang wanted to laugh.

Sheng Wantang deliberately asked: 【You don't have WeChat? 】

Lu Jiyuan: [It's ten o'clock, don't you go to sleep? 】

She is not allowed to ask.

Sheng Wantang could think that Lu Jiyuan's face was not very good-looking now, the more she looked at it, the more she wanted to laugh, and couldn't help rolling on the bed.

Sheng Wantang: [All right then, good night! 】

I just remembered after I sent it, it is daytime in Toronto, I was about to add words, and I received a message from the other party.

Lu Jiyuan: [An. 】

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Sheng Wantang's contribution to "Year" three months ago came to fruition, and after finishing the follow-up work on the production team, she flew directly to Paris.

"Year" is a high-gold content competition in the visual category of the fashion circle, and it is also a benchmark in the fashion styling category.

The award ceremony hadn't started yet, Sheng Wantang originally planned to send a WeChat message to Lu Jiyuan, but it's better to make a phone call for such a serious matter as the result of the competition.

She wanted to tell him that she won the "Year" gold medal and was the youngest winner of this professional award.

It's not that Sheng Wantang has never won an award with more weight than this, but he doesn't have the excitement at the moment.

Will Lu Jiyuan praise her?

Or ask half teasingly: "Mrs. Lu wants a reward?"

beep beep-

Long ringing.

As soon as the phone was connected, Sheng Wantang said, "Hi, Lu Jiyuan, I—"

"Hello? I'm sorry, Ji Yuan's cell phone is not with him. Who are you? If there is anything, I can tell him for you."

A woman's voice came through the receiver.

Sheng Wantang felt the blood all over his body cool down, like a basin of cold water pouring down from his head.

"...Who are you? His assistant?" In Sheng Wantang's memory, Lu Jiyuan never let anyone answer his phone.

He's a very possessive person, like he doesn't like people entering his bedroom.

"Sorry, it's inconvenient for me to tell you my identity, but I'm not his assistant." The other party's words were cautious.

It's like standing in the perspective of the master's house, guarding against an outsider.

Sheng Wantang suddenly had an absurd guess: Lu Jiyuan did not note her mobile phone number.

Her mobile phone number appeared in his address book, like a stranger.

"Sorry, I made a mistake." Sheng Wantang hung up the phone as if fleeing.

Who is the woman who answered the phone just now?

Sheng Wantang felt a little sore in his eyes, so he blinked quickly, and his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and the pain was silent.