the years when i was in heaven

Ding Qiaoxin stared at the coffee cup on the table in a daze.

The car door was suddenly opened, and the assistant got in, "Brother Xin, the director..."

Ding Qiaoxin was taken aback, "I don't knock on the door first!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Xin!" The assistant apologized again and again, "The director's rehearsal has started, and I want you to come over."

"Got it." Ding Qiao dismissed the assistant impatiently.

Not long after the assistant left, the door was opened again.

"I said I knew it, now..."

The car shook slightly, and before Ding Qiaoxin finished speaking, she was cornered by Mou Yue.

No matter how luxurious the nanny car is, it is not as big as the room. Ding Qiaoxin grasped the window sill with the back of her hand behind her, and stared at Mou Yue in front of her, daring to speak out.

In front of the screen, Mou Yue is an image of a powerful and tough guy. In private, he is polite and unsmiling. Few people find out his true character.Ding Qiaoxin takes the traffic route, loves fans and loves marketing, and every little thing has to be taken out and magnified infinitely.

The two have completely different images and different status.

Mou Yue was born into a family of performers. His grandfather was one of the representatives of old-school directors in China, his father was a well-known producer, and his mother won international awards when she was young.

Ding Qiaoxin, on the other hand, has no intention of entering the entertainment industry. Not to mention the difficulty of the entrance examination, she still has to rely on the financial supporter to get good resources.

For the same thing, as soon as Mou Yue opened his mouth, people rushed to deliver it, but Ding Qiaoxin had to sacrifice a lot to have a chance to get it.

"Mr. Mou's character design is really beautiful, everyone is played around by you." Ding Qiaoxin sneered, the knuckles of his hand pinching the window sill turned white.

He is now a patron who has a lot of fresh meat in his hands. In order to monopolize the favor of the patron from many competitors and tear up resources, he has worked hard.

He has been in the circle for many years, and he can tell who is who and who is not with just a few glances.But the irony is that he himself is not, every time he is with his greasy and lustful benefactor, he feels sick.

Ding Qiaoxin looked at a direction behind Mou Yue and said, "You are not afraid that the camera in the car will be tapped to record your every move."

Mou Yue was unmoved, "Unless you want to be blocked."

Ding Qiaoxin pursed her lips tightly.

"The investor of this show has changed." Mou Yue said, "It's a coincidence that I have a good relationship with the investor."

Ding Qiaoxin narrowed her eyes, "You want me to rely on you?"

"It's not worth taking refuge." Mou Yue pressed on every step of the way, with their legs close to each other, and the distance between them was only a few millimeters, "When you're bored, play with me."

Instead of being angry, Ding Qiao smiled, looked at him openly, and said, "What good can Mr. Mou do for me?"

The expression management ability created by the assembly line is matched with Ding Qiaoxin's face.Mou Yue looked at him for a moment and said, "What do you want?"

"I want the leading man in the movie that your dad holds."

Mou Yue has a halo over his head, but he rarely mentions his family background in public. Even in media interviews, the agent will negotiate in advance not to ask about family affairs.It is said that after his debut, all the roles were created by himself, but the entertainment industry is mixed, who knows if it is true or not.

At least, Ding Qiao didn't believe it.

Mou Yue: "OK."

Ding Qiaoxin laughed even wider, even a little arrogantly, "I've seen a lot of people like you who only talk but don't do anything."

At this time, the assistant came to knock on the car door, "Brother Xin, the director has urged you."

Ding Qiaoxin gave Mou Yue a playful look, and opened the car door.The assistant was not surprised when he saw Mou Yue, he pretended not to see it, and followed Ding Qiaoxin to talk about the precautions for the rehearsal.

The rehearsal is over.

"Follow this process tomorrow." The on-site director signaled everyone to rest for 10 minutes.

The crowd dispersed, looking for a place to sit and rest.

The hair and make-up artist touched up Ding Qiaoxin's makeup and took care of his hair, the costume artist arranged his clothes, and the assistant stood aside and waited with water.Ding Qiaoxin sat in the middle and enjoyed this treatment very much.

He spread his hands, and immediately a small warm handbag was placed in his hand, which he held in his arms with satisfaction.

This is the life he deserves.

"Give me some more eyeshadow."

He is well aware of the advantages of his facial features, and his appearance is born to charm others.

The hairdresser didn't speak for a long time, Ding Qiaoxin frowned slightly and raised his head, only to see Mou Yue staring at him.Ding Qiaoxin silently looked at the warm handbag in his hand and put it aside.

"They're all watching."

Mou Yue picked up the hand warmer and handed it to him again.

From the corner of his eyes, Ding Qiaoxin saw several cameras pointing at them with equipment, he evoked a thrilling smile, and took it.

Mou Yue bent down and approached Ding Qiaoxin's profile, "That's right."

From an angle that the camera couldn't capture, Ding Qiaoxin's eyes were cold.

This scene was also seen by the "prototype duo" who came to escape the cold.

Good guy, is the fake show real?

Artists these days really work hard to become popular.

"Envy?" Qiu Hai touched Mingli's arm, eager to try, "I can do it too."

"...No need."

Turning around and about to leave, Ding Qiaoxin suddenly stopped Mingli across the entire stage and several rows of audience seats.For a moment, everyone looked in the direction of Mingli.

Mingli: "..."

"Don't tell me when you come to visit the class." Ding Qiaoxin happily ran over.

There were only a few staff members who had participated in the previous web drama press conference, and everyone whispered about the relationship between this handsome guy and Ding Qiaoxin.

Mou Yue nodded to Qiu Hai, Qiu Hai nodded, and the two of them greeted each other.

"Let me introduce to you all." Ding Qiaoxin and his brothers hugged Mingli's shoulders warmly, and before Mingli could speak, they seized the opportunity to introduce to the on-site director who came over.

The on-site director was taken aback when he heard it, and quickly held Ming Li's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Ming."

"Director Zhao, you've worked hard." Ming Li said politely, secretly tugging at the corner of Qiu Hai's clothes with his other hand.

"No hard work, no hard work!" Director Zhao expressed his ambition impassionedly, as if he had already won the Golden Globe Award.

Mingli was ashamed.

After finally seeing off Director Zhao, he was speechless to Ding Qiaoxin.He really doesn't know this traffic star well, but this traffic star always likes to use his reputation to grab him.

He has no intention of entering the entertainment industry, his job is to safely send groups of passengers to their destinations safely.

Mingli wanted to ask what happened, but after the director left, Ding Qiaoxin ignored him as if he were a stranger, and left without saying a word.

Mingli: "?"

Traffic this year?

The next day, the crew made a routine approach.

Go through the security check, get on the plane, finish the pre-flight work, and prepare to board the passenger.

"Cough cough."

The captain coughed twice, and the cockpit was silent.The last drink and the beating by Xue Tian made Liu Zheng completely lose his temper, but he didn't want to take the initiative to show his friendship to Qiu Hai, and kept silent all the time.

"Liu Zheng, go down and look at the oil." Ming Li put on the majesty of a captain.

Obviously he had already seen it just now, Liu Zheng murmured in his heart, but on the surface he agreed, got up and got out of the cockpit.

As soon as Liu Zheng closed the cockpit door, Qiu Hai burst out laughing and shook his head, "Why do you make things difficult for him."

"When boarding this plane, the goal must be the same. He is the one who is in trouble by being clever and fanning the flames."

"Yo." Qiu Hai rubbed his chin, "You really look like a pilot."

Mingli couldn't bear the boast, and collapsed in seconds, "Actually..."

Qiu Hai waited for a while, "Actually what?"

"No, nothing."

Qiu Hai: "?"

"It's really nothing." Mingli fanned the wind with his palm, looked at Qiu Hai with calm eyes, "it's nothing."

Liu, who was frozen into a stick, was coming in, and with him was the chief purser.

"Pilot." The flight attendant compared the manifest in his hand, "There are still eight passengers left, and we will all be there."

Ming Li looked down at his watch, "If you don't come in another 10 minutes, you will lose money."

The flight attendant looked ugly, "Captain, these eight passengers are in first class, are you sure you don't want to wait? There is still a while before the closing time."

The level of social status is especially prominent in the means of transportation such as airplanes, and the first-class cabin is a special existence at the moment of entering the terminal.

Exclusive VIP lounge, priority check-in and boarding, special personnel to pick up luggage, VIP exclusive security check channel.High-end cabin environment, delicious in-flight food, and one-on-one attentive service from flight attendants.

In the hearts of many flight attendants, the opinion of a first-class passenger is equivalent to half an economy class.

Few flight attendants are capable of shutting eight first-class passengers out of a plane without affecting the flight plan.

Mingli said thoughtfully, "Give them another five minutes, no more."

"..." The purser was more anxious than the first-class cabin who was catching the plane.

At the same time, the intersection three kilometers from the airport was blocked.

Two cars rubbed against each other, and the owner had to wait for the insurance company to come before moving the car.The bright red taillights were red all the way to the Airport Avenue. Ding Qiaoxin was applying a facial mask in the nanny's car. The assistant beside him was so anxious that he wanted to run all the way to the airport with his artist on his back.

If you miss this flight, the shooting progress over there will be postponed, and the subsequent plans will be disrupted.The assistant is going crazy, how should he explain it!

"Please, please, make sure to catch up!" The assistant clasped his palms together and silently recited the honeydew spell.

Ding Qiao was disdainful, "Give me the phone."

The assistant offered it with both hands, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Xin, how about I change the ticket?"

The assistant thought that Brother Xin would go off to coordinate the time in person. After all, Ding Qiaoxin had capital behind him, and it was easier for him to speak up than anything else.

But the assistant didn't know that the capital circle was turbulent, traffic artists were just playthings in the hands of the big boss, and the resources given by the big boss were delayed even if it was a burden.

"No need." Ding Qiaoxin confidently dialed a number.

Mingli looked at the strange caller and hesitated for a few seconds to answer it.

The other end of the phone said: "Wait for us for a while, we will be right there."

Ming Li was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses and still asked, "Who are you?"

"Ding Qiaoxin."

Ming Li smiled, "And then?"

"You take off later, I have a variety show in the afternoon and I have to go back." Ding Qiaoxin slurred her speech while wearing a mask, her tone frustrating.

At this time, the ground uniform came in, and Qiu Hai was explaining to him the matters before closing the door, and Ming Li listened attentively.

Except for the people in Ding Qiaoxin's team, the others are OK and can close the door.

Ming Li changed his hand to hold the phone, put away the route information in front of him, "You can fly whenever you want, why don't you fly yourself? If you want time and freedom, go to the whole private jet, and there are a lot of people with your ass I will serve you later."

"You!" Ding Qiao gritted his teeth angrily, "I have no grudge against you, do I?"

"It wasn't there before, but now it is." Mingli hung up the phone and called the flight attendant in, "Close the door and take off."