Chapter 1139 She wouldn’t think of retaliating against me in this way
Sheng Mian asked Zhuang Wan to go out first, and then called Wen Zhao to come in.
Wen Zhao was dressed very fashionably today. He must have just finished shooting for the magazine and hasn't even taken off his makeup yet.
"Mr. Sheng, I heard from Agent Chen that you were injured. How do you feel?"
"No big deal."
Wen Zhao was very tall. Standing like this and looking at her, he could easily see the traces under her collar. They were faintly visible, showing how intense it was to be with that man.
His fingertips hanging on one side tightened slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart.
By deliberately leaving traces in a place like this, what does Fu Yancheng want to declare?
Mr. Sheng is not something he can monopolize, nor can anyone else monopolize it.
Sheng Mian didn't notice Wen Zhao's emotions, so she raised her head and asked him with a smile.
"Did something happen during the filming? I remember you joined the new crew these days, right?"
"No, everyone is very harmonious. Now S.M's reputation is very good, and the director's attitude towards me is also good."
"That's good. The company will not force you to meet those investors. If anyone is looking for trouble, you must tell Chen Jingxi."
Wen Zhao lowered his head and asked after a long time, "So many people on the Internet are slandering me and Mr. Sheng. Do you have any ideas?"
Netizens all said that Sheng Mian wanted to hide Wen Zhao, and this rumor has always been there.
Sheng Mian's tone was light.
"You are a star. When you enter this industry, you have to be prepared to be discussed. The money you earn in a month may be more than ordinary people can earn in a lifetime, so you must be mentally a hundred times stronger than them. Online
Just take a look at the things, there’s no need to mind.”
What Sheng Mian spoke was all official language, used to comfort his artists. He did not go too far at all, nor did he give Wen Zhao any room for imagination.
Wen Zhao stood and saw her lowering her head as she spoke, concentrating on processing the information on the computer.
Her hair had grown much longer, and now reached a little below her shoulders. The strands of hair were scattered on her cheeks awkwardly, and he had the urge to tuck her hair behind her ears.
But he didn't dare.
After a few minutes of silence, Sheng Mian asked, "Is there anything else?"
The implication is, if not, you can leave.
After Wen Zhao left the office, his agent greeted him.
"Brother Zhao, the next shooting is in half an hour. You can leave now, otherwise the editor will have to rush you again."
It turns out that Wen Zhao sneaked back from the filming scene because he knew that Sheng Mian had come to the company.
"Um."
He got into the car, and his agent Gao You drove in front.
Gao You was his previous manager and had been with him for many years. Recently, S.M. was looking for an agent. Chen Jingxi had the most power, so he asked Chen Jingxi to recruit Gao You.
Gao You could tell at a glance what he was thinking about Sheng Mian, and quickly advised him: "Mr. Sheng doesn't look like someone who cares about the love between his children. She works very hard. If Brother Zhao wants to attract her attention, he should still
You have to film well, win more awards, and when you become the company's leading cash cow, she will definitely want to see you every day."
Wen Zhao looked out the window, he knew this was true, he had thought so before.
But he was afraid that while he was seriously filming, she would suddenly marry Fu Yancheng.
Although from a man's perspective, Fu Yancheng is indeed excellent.
But this man first had an affair with Xiao Chuqing, and now he has a foreign woman by his side. He is not worthy of Mr. Sheng at all.
The agent looked in the rearview mirror and sighed.
"Even if Mr. Sheng gets married one day, think about how there is any real love between wealthy families. When her husband raises women outside, she can also raise men outside. Brother Zhao, you will take advantage of this opportunity.
when."
Wen Zhao didn't speak, his forehead pressed against the cold glass.