After being reborn, he was taken home by President Mo

Fang Puyu looked at her, "What's the problem?"

Jiang made a mistake: "Did you give me this role because of Mr. Mo, or do you really think I'm suitable?"

Hearing this, Fang Puyu looked puzzled: "Why do you know each other very well? You auditioned downstairs yesterday, it seems that you don't know him?"

Seeing Fang Puyu's stupidity, Jiang Cuo wrongly coughed, "I was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to him, so I didn't bother him."

Fang Puyu raised his eyebrows, "Oh? So, you have nothing to do with each other, and it's all his wishful thinking for him to stand up for you?"

"..." Jiang Cuo Cuo always felt that this question was a trap.

To say that they are okay, Mo Lixing is wishful thinking, she dare not.

If it got to Mo Lixing's ears, according to his stingy and vengeful temperament, she couldn't afford to walk around.

But if there is a relationship, the affection between them is deep, and she feels awkward and guilty.

Jiang Cuocuo simply skipped this topic: "It seems that Director Fang gave me the role because he thought I was suitable. Thank you Director Fang."

Fang Puyu didn't want it to end so quickly, he asked:

"Even if it was his wishful thinking, then he was hurt because of you, so you don't want to be moved? The dignified President of the Mo family, is he so unattractive in your eyes?"

Jiang wrongly bit his lower lip, "Director Fang, please let me go."

"Hahaha!" Fang Puyu couldn't help laughing out loud.

The laughter was too loud, causing many people to look over here.

Among them was Song Chaoyang who passed by here.

Recently, he put a lot of work on hold for Shen Jiangcuo's funeral, and today he came to the film and television city to confirm related matters for a new drama.

I happened to see a pure and delicate girl about eighteen or nineteen years old in front of me.

Her small mouth was pouting slightly, and her big moist eyes were begging and begging for mercy.

——He was too familiar with this look.

Shen Jiangcuo often did this when he was alive.

Whenever she encounters a question that is difficult to answer, or wants to get away with it, she will show this expression.

"Director Fang."

Song Zhaoyang couldn't help but walked over to greet Fang Puyu.

As a well-known director in the industry, Fang Puyu often has various people initiate conversations with him.

He didn't have the energy to deal with everyone, and was about to ask the staff to refuse, but Jiang Cuo Cuo, who was still fine just now, suddenly changed his expression.

The originally smiling face became stiff, the body was also tense, and the hands were even clenched into fists.

In the next second, she didn't know what to think, and immediately lowered her head.

Fang Puyu turned around suspiciously, and saw a 25-year-old, slightly thin, but handsome man approaching.

"Who are you?" Fang Puyu asked.

Song Chaoyang reported his family name, "I'm Song Chaoyang from Shen's Media. I've heard of Fang Dao's talent for a long time. Today I happen to be here on business, so I want to get to know him."

Although he was talking to him, his eyes were on Jiang Cuocuo.

Fang Puyu hated this kind of people who hunted and showed off everywhere, "Anyway, we won't have a chance to cooperate, so there is no need to know each other."

Fang Puyu's temper was notoriously bad in the industry, Song Chaoyang didn't mind.

Instead, he asked Jiang Cuocuo gently: "Is this beauty signed to the company?

I think your image is very suitable for the development of our company. Is it convenient to leave a contact information? "

The disgusting voice climbed onto the skin like a cold snake, and Jiang Cuocuo had the urge to vomit again.

She didn't expect to run into Song Chaoyang suddenly!

There is no mental preparation for a while.

The hatred is uncontrollable and all flooded into my heart!

I can't hold it down!

Last time, the cemetery had sunglasses to hide her emotions, but now she has nothing, so she can only grit her teeth and keep silent.

Fang Puyu saw that something was wrong with Jiang Cuocuo, so he drove away directly:

"We need to poach people to go outside! I still have a scene to shoot here, and it's an important place to shoot, so outsiders don't stay here!"

Hearing this, Song Chaoyang glanced at Jiang Cuocuo who was drooping and silent, and left the scene.

It wasn't until Song Chaoyang walked away that the tumbling emotions in Jiang Cuo Cuo's chest calmed down a little.

"Do you know that person?" Fang Puyu was curious.

Jiang Cuocuo knew that she had overreacted, so she tried her best to make her voice sound normal.

"I met him once. When I went to his wife's funeral with Mr. Mo, I thought he was hypocritical and disgusting, so I didn't want to talk to him."

Fang Puyu nodded in agreement, "You don't need to talk to this kind of person."

"Compared to Mr. Mo, it's nothing like mud," he added.

Jiang Cuo Cuo: "..." There is no need to be so strict with An Limo.

After getting acquainted with the next set and getting to know some staff, Jiang left the film and television city by mistake.

It was almost evening and the sun had already set.

Jiang Cuocuo walked to the station with light steps, but saw a black car slowly stop beside her.

Thinking of Song Chaoyang whom she met not long ago, she couldn't help taking a step back vigilantly.

Song Chaoyang has a lot of thoughts, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

Just now he said that he wanted to sign her, but he didn't get a response, and she was worried that he would not give up.

He was thinking about how to deal with Song Chaoyang in his head.

The window of the car was lowered, and Mo Lixing's handsome face was revealed.

"Not yet?"

Although the tone was not so pleasant, Jiang Cuo Cuo secretly hissed.

It's only because Mo Li drives too many cars, she didn't see the one she drove today, so she misunderstood it.

Fortunately, it wasn't Song Chaoyang.

Although I'm not afraid of him, but now is not the time for a direct confrontation, so I have to be patient.

The car horn sounded as a reminder, and Jiang Cuocuo hurriedly approached and opened the car door.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Cuo Cuo asked a little puzzledly: "Mr. Mo, why are you here?"

When I started calling, I heard the voice of a subordinate who wanted to report to him from time to time.

I feel that he should be quite busy, how could he come to the film and television city at this time.

Mo Lixing said softly, "The wound hurts and needs to be rubbed with medicine."

Jiang wrong wrong:?

It took almost two hours to drive here from the city, and he came to her just to apply some medicine?

"Is there no one else in your company who can serve you?" Jiang Cuo asked wrongly.

Mo Lixing glanced at her lazily and indifferently, too lazy to make a sound.

But Cheng Shuanglin couldn't help but interjected, "President Mo doesn't like people touching him."

There are so many problems.

Jiang Cuocuo secretly slandered.

"Mrs. Mo seems to have a problem?" Mo Lixing seemed to see her dissatisfaction.

"Don't dare." Jiang Cuo shook his head again and again, "Mr. Mo's injury was caused by me, and it is my duty to serve Mr. Mo."

Mo Lixing snorted and ignored her.

Jiang Cuocuo thought again and asked, "How did Mr. Mo know that I am here? Director Fang told you?"

Hearing this, Mo Lixing's black eyes turned to her, and he asked back as if thinking of something: "So you don't want people to know about our relationship?"

"..." Jiang was wrong.

Director Fang could do it, pretended to be ignorant and told her all about it, then turned around and told Mo Lixing all about it.

Jiang made a wrong wording: "The main reason is that I am afraid of causing trouble to Mr. Mo and affecting Mr. Mo."

Mo Lixing didn't believe a single word.

"Doesn't Mrs. Mo want to leave a way out for herself?"