There seemed to be no sound on the other side of the phone. After two seconds, Jian Yu'an said, "Miss Su, it's such a pity for such a good opportunity."
Su Man took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, and watched the tobacco slowly rise into the air, feeling a little lost.
He shook his head and took a deep breath.
Picking up the phone again, he asked with a smile: "Mr. Jian, what do you think of me?"
"Huh?" Jian Yu'an didn't seem to understand the meaning.
Su Man sighed and replied unhurriedly: "I think the female duo in "Long Clothes" is good. I wonder if you have any suitable candidates?"
Jian Yu'an was sober for the most part, and smiled to herself. You, Miss Su, probably know best if there is a candidate.
"Wouldn't it be a waste to rely on Miss Su's beauty to play a mere second female lead? Haha. Why bother with an actor?" Jian Yu'an still practiced Tai Chi as always.
"Mr. Jian really thinks highly of me. How about we discuss it in detail tomorrow?" Su Man looked at the clock on the wall and her tone was very charming.
The person on the other end of the phone obviously didn't expect Su Man to be so persistent. He didn't know how to answer such an invitation for a moment. In the silence, Su Man hung up the phone first.
Jian Yuan became more and more confused about what kind of medicine this woman was selling.
Su Man sent the recording to Zhou Qian in the next second.
Su Man said lightly: "Remember to think of a good title for me. I want everyone in the city to know about it tonight."
Fu Yansheng, the fun has just begun.
It was already 12 o'clock in the morning when Su Man returned home. Looking at the box of sleeping pills in front of the bed cabinet, it seemed that I wouldn't need you tonight.
While Su Man was still taking a bath in the bathtub, Jian Yuan's phone call came.
"Ancestor, what are you doing?" Jian Yu'an saw the news that had gone viral on the Weibo headlines, and even in the middle of the night, he had to spend money to find someone to reduce the trending search. Su Man also gave him face.
Su Man couldn't help but laugh out loud when she looked at the hot search. Zhou Qian understood her own thoughts very well this time.
"Jian Yu'an Voice invites beautiful screenwriter Su Man to star as the female lead in "Long Clothes"."
The comments below are also varied:
"I heard that she is also the screenwriter of this drama. Is she not having an affair with Jian Yu'an?"
"Nowadays even screenwriters are acting, so the money for actors is so good, isn't it?"
"Isn't the second female lead in this drama her husband's lover? Wow, is this the second season of "The Temptation of Home"?"
Su Man really admires the imagination of this generation of netizens more and more, and they are all trying to steal her job.
"Mr. Jian, when are you free, let's discuss the plot? You won't lose on this deal, buy one and get one free. Hahaha."
Jian Yu'an just felt like her head was heavy now, so she hung up the phone immediately.
Su Man just squinted for a while when Fu Yansheng called.
Earlier than expected.
Su Man could already imagine the beauty of the person opposite her. Just thinking about it made her feel a lot more comfortable.
"Su Man, do you know what you are doing first?"
If Fu Yansheng stood in front of Su Man, he should be able to see his clenched back molars.
"Sigh, it's hard to be a screenwriter these days. People speak lightly. If the writing is good, the actors will be dissatisfied. If the writing is not good, the audience will be dissatisfied. What can I do? After all, my age is here. I might as well find another way to make a living.
Even if you are replaced one day, shed a few tears or knock on the producer's door, you will still have a chance, don't you think?"
"Su Man, don't forget your identity now!"
"Oh, identity? What identity? Are you, Fu Yansheng, the mediator who is marrying the wife of the middle palace who does not live up to her name? Or the so-called great screenwriter who has a great reputation but is changed at any time? Or maybe you are the idiot wife who is out looking for women and asked me to give you a statement on the aftermath?
"
Su Man suddenly felt a sense of relief.
"Stop talking about it, hubby, a spring night is worth a thousand dollars. If nothing else happens, remember to get up early and watch the news tomorrow."
Su Man hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom.
The quality of sleep today was surprisingly good.
At dawn the next day, I heard a knock on the door outside. I finally had a good sleep, which was really disappointing.
Su Man went downstairs and opened the door in bare feet.
As soon as the door opened, a fishy smell filled Su Man's nose. Her body was instantly covered with thick liquid.
I c, what the hell?
Su Man opened her eyes and looked over, seeing that the person had already run away.
All that was left was a few iron buckets at the door, with still scarlet blood stains inside.
I guess I will never want to eat pig blood again in this life.
By the time Zhou Qian arrived, Su Man had already sorted herself out.
Zhou Qian said cautiously: "I found out that those people were arranged by Ruan Ning'an."
"Come to think of it, no one but her would do such a dirty deed." Su Man breathed a sigh of relief, rolled her eyes, and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
"Then how about..."
"Forget it, remember it first, and we'll figure it out later. By the way, did Jian Yuan say when he would come over today?" Su Man took out a cigarette and lit it for herself.
Zhou Qian replied: "It said it was 3 o'clock in the afternoon."
"Help me hire a few reporters and arrange them near my home. I will open the curtains later."
Rabbits bite people when they are anxious, not to mention that she, Su Man, is not a rabbit.
"Hey, what kind of wind can bring you here today?"
Su Man looked at the man who walked into the house in front of her and sat down on the sofa, playing with the pigeon egg on her finger as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Qian also retreated knowingly.
As a wedding ring, Su Man felt that something was missing no matter how she looked at it. Then she turned around and saw that the middle finger of the visitor was empty. She subconsciously took off the pigeon egg.
It’s okay not to.
Fu Yansheng sat directly opposite Su Man.
Overnight, there were bruises on the corners of Fu Yansheng's mouth. Today was a chance to see Fu Yansheng without the blessing of a face-saving project.
Su Man said softly: "Why, Yan Sheng, you are so anxious to see me after not seeing me all night? Are you so worried about me?"
Fu Yansheng went straight to the point: "Stop making trouble. Don't be shameless."
Su Man found it a little funny.
Su Man stood up and walked towards Fu Yansheng, squatting in front of Fu Yansheng.
This was the face that I had wanted to slap day and night, but now that I look back at it, it seems that it is not as stunning as it was then.
Su Man's hand followed Fu Yansheng's Adam's apple all the way up. The stubble on his chin rubbed against his fingertips, creating a strange feeling, then to his lips, the tip of his nose, and finally to his forehead, which already had Sichuan characters written on it.
"I wonder what could make Master Fu so melancholy?"
Su Man sat directly on Fu Yansheng's waist. This chapter has been completed!