I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Xue Lan's bottomless black pupils kept staring at the back of Hu Feng running away, and frowned thoughtfully—this person's reaction was a bit interesting.

On the other side, Feng Ning, who had just come out of the drink shop, was carrying a huge bag in one hand, which contained no less than ten cups of coffee, and was walking slowly towards the stage, with the coffee bag in his mouth. Half a pancake fruit bought at a side stall.

He was bumped into by Guo Pangpang who hurried over with a makeup artist.

The ultraviolet rays in late autumn are particularly harsh and harsh, and Feng Ning has never used skin care and sunscreen products. After walking several hundred meters under the sun, his fair arms turned reddish from the sun, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead .

Looking at it from a distance, it looks a little embarrassed.

Guo Pangpang was so distressed that he left the makeup artist beside him and ran up to Feng Ning, raised his hand and snatched the pancake fruit out of his mouth, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly,

"Brother Feng, although you don't have a job now and your life is very difficult, you used to be a 38th-line artist, you still have to pay attention to your image when you go out, and you can't eat pancakes in the street..."

Feng Ning, who was robbed of food out of thin air, hadn't recovered yet, and asked with doubts on his face, "What are you talking about? Who has a hard life?"

Guo Pangpang slipped a big bite of the pancake to his eyes, then pointed to the big bag in Feng Ning's hand, made two "tsk tsk", shook his head and said,

"Brother, haven't you eaten for a few days? Have you been blocked by Brother Zhou Xuezang? This is a job introduced to you by some black-hearted agency, and you won't even be given time for a meal?"

Feng Ning was stunned by Guo Pangpang's nonsensical questions. For a while, he couldn't even find an entry point to refute.

The kind-hearted Guo Pangpang thought that Feng Ning was silent because he was secretly sad because he had poked his heart, so he was not willing to reveal the scars of his poverty, and comforted him against his will:

"It's okay, it's all over. Look, brother Zhou has arranged work for you again, and asked me to bring the best makeup artist in our place. Xu... eh? Where's Mr. Xu?"

Guo Pangpang didn't see the make-up artist when he turned his head, and then he remembered that he left him at the entrance of the TV station and ran over to find Feng Ning alone. He felt a little embarrassed at the moment, he laughed dryly, and covered it up, "Teacher Xu may It's time to go to the bathroom, why don't we go in first."

At this moment, Hu Feng, who ran out of Xue Lan's lounge a few minutes ago to find someone, took the elevator and arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the TV station.

Hu Feng had sharp eyes, and through the glass, he saw Feng Ning, who was wearing a fast-selling brand outside the revolving door of the TV station, and the dozen cups of coffee in his hand.

His fat calf trembled violently, and he almost tripped him, but he didn't dare to delay, and trotted out the door at a speed that didn't match his weight.

Because of his own weight, the inertia was so great that he almost didn't stop on his feet, and almost rushed directly into Feng Ning's arms.

Guo Pangpang watched a huge, wide and fat monster barely stop in front of his master's nose, shaking his arms nervously.

"Teacher Feng, whoops, I found you."

With a flattering smile on Hu Feng's face, he firmly grasped Feng Ning's hand that was not carrying anything, and shook it several times, "Long-awaited, lucky to meet you."

Feng Ning: "..." What's your last name?

"It's all my fault that I don't know Taishan. I didn't recognize you when I was upstairs just now. Oh, how dare I let you do this kind of errand work."

Hu Feng's attitude was humble and respectful, and his speech was impeccable, only his slightly agitated nostrils revealed his nervousness at the moment.

Feng Ning finally understood that Daredevil had treated him as Xue Lan's assistant at first, and now he came to apologize.

But is it necessary?

After Hu Feng said this, Guo Fatty remembered that Feng Ning was still carrying a big bag, and he was about to pick it up, but unexpectedly, he was still half a beat too late, and Hu Feng had already grabbed the dozen or so coffees to himself. arms.

The serious expression is like holding the Olympic torch that stretches down.

Fatty Guo: "..."

Feng Ning: "..."

In the same building, in the luxury lounge on the top floor.

Xue Lan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with folded arms, and everything that happened at the entrance of the TV station fell into his eyes.

From the moment Hu Feng left the house, Xue Lan's gaze has been fixed on Feng Ning's thin and thin body. It was only at this moment that the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, quite dissatisfied,

"That's about the same... Hu Feng, a dead-headed person, should have taken over such a heavy thing long ago."

Yang Nan walked behind Xue Lan with a bottle of mineral water, and followed his gaze, "You don't plan to deal with Producer Hu, do you?"

"Of course not." Xue Lan turned her head and said helplessly, "Sister Nan, what do you think of me?"

"I wish I had thought too much." Yang Na still had doubts on her face, "Didn't he provoke Feng Ning just now, you have never been calm enough in dealing with matters related to that child."

Xue Lan shrugged, "Indeed..."

He watched a group of people enter the building, then moved his eyes away, turned around and sat back on the makeup chair, and said calmly, "But I still have a sense of proportion. Feng Ning did suffer a bit this time, but it's not worth it. It’s a big deal, just teach Hu Feng some lessons and let him know the seriousness.”

"If we go to war because of this, it will look like we have small stomachs. Hu Feng still has some qualifications in the entertainment industry, why not take this opportunity to sell him, and maybe he can help Feng Ning in the future."

Xue Lan paused, picked up a loose powder brush on the dressing table, and swept it twice in the air, "Of course I will help to remove all obstacles, but at the same time, I will not make enemies for him casually."

Yang Nan took a step forward and held down the brush in Xue Lan's hand, staring into his eyes for a while.

The weather-beaten face finally let out an old mother's exclamation of relief: "You are finally mature."

"Come on less." Xue Lan pushed her face away disdainfully, "I already know these tricks, just use them for Feng Ning, don't forget the cover on me, I don't care about it."

Yang Nan, "..." The warmth that had just ignited was poured down by a basin of cold water.

At the same time, on the special elevator leading to Xue Lan's lounge.

Guo Pangpang watched the numbers on the elevator display jump up one by one, and his fragile heart was lifted up in his chest bit by bit.

He had no idea that today's show was arranged by Xue Lan behind the scenes. Zhou Yue only said to let him and the makeup artist accompany Feng Ning, but he didn't say a word about what to do with him or how to do it.

Guo Pangpang has been to Tomato Station a few times. When he took the elevator a few times ago, there was no 23rd floor on the button at all... No TV station will arrange an independent direct elevator for the studio or rehearsal room.

The only ones who can have this kind of top-level treatment are the executives in Taiwan, right?

Could it be that Zhou Yue's business ability is really so strong?Are the thongs pulled into the tomato station?And judging by the height of this office, it seems that he is still a high-ranking official...

Guo Pangpang was thinking wildly, his heart was tight, his mouth was dry, and he had to say something to force himself to calm down.

So, he held up the pancake fruit that hadn't arrived yet and was thrown into the trash can, and said without words, "Brother Feng, what's going on?"

Feng Ning pointed at Hu Feng calmly: "He asked me to buy it."

Hu Feng retorted cautiously: "Teacher Feng, did you remember correctly? I didn't..."

Feng Ning blinked innocently, "Didn't you buy snacks to fight hunger?"

Guo Pangpang has nothing to say, "You call this dim sum?"

Feng Ning made a weak excuse, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious." Hu Feng answered with a firm tone, "It's very delicious."

Producer Hu, who has been astonished at Tomato TV for half his life, has an old blood pressure in his throat - it's not because he has bad eyesight, who would have thought that a bitter child who ate pancakes and fruits as snacks in the street would actually Could it be Xue Lan's darling?

Guo Pangpang glanced at the sweating uncle next to him, decided to be kind, and chose to shut up.

However, his hanging heart fell back into his stomach firmly after the elevator door opened and he saw Xue Lan in the lounge.

——It turned out that it wasn't Zhou Yue's ability to pimp at all, it was obviously Feng Ning's willingness to improve himself.

Look at the way the film emperor looked at his master, the room was filled with a faint scent of melons.

Xue Lan didn't bother to answer Guo Pangpang's questions. Instead, he focused on Hu Feng as soon as these people entered the door. gasping.

Obviously tired enough.

Xue Lan smiled and said, "Producer Hu is working hard, why do you still go to buy drinks in person? Just find an assistant to run errands."

"Oh, what you said, isn't that slapping me in the face?" Hu Feng picked out a glass of juice from the pile of coffee, held it in both hands, and handed it to Xue Lan respectfully, lowering his voice. :

"I'm blind, I really didn't recognize Young Master Feng Ning. Do you think this is okay? Later, I will let him do an interview alone as an apology for Young Master Feng, okay? Your lord has a lot, let's expose this matter." ?”

Xue Lan looked at Hu Feng, paused for a long time, and finally ended up with the glass of juice in his hand like a charity.

He suddenly smiled and said nothing more.

In fact, there is no need to say anything, Hu Feng is already grateful to Dade, so relaxed, I am not afraid that he will not do his best to Feng Ning in the future.

Guo Pangpang, who had been poking at the door to watch the excitement, felt that everything in front of him was too unreal, and the burning fire of gossip in his heart wished he could write it directly on his face.

Yang Nan stepped forward and slapped him hard on the forehead, and said with a smile, "What are you thinking about, your master will be on stage in two hours, hurry up and work."

While talking, he handed Guo Pangpang a list and asked him to sign for the clothes just delivered by the studio.

Guo Pangpang quickly returned to work with a jolt, and trotted downstairs after answering.

Yang Nan watched his leaving back, but couldn't help sweating...