Pampered to Heaven by RIch Husband

A woman with a cold face wore a long red dress and a black motorcycle suit on her upper body. Her hair was thick as seaweed. Her facial features were not gaudy, but rather cold.

"Cheng Youran?"

When Meng Lang saw her first face, a burst of ecstasy surged in his heart, because she was so alike, she was like walking out of a script, and her beauty was as thrilling as a fire.

Gu Yao is very good, she can't make mistakes in her lines, gestures or expressions, but compared to her, it's too regular, as if a glass of white water is tasteless.

"Director Meng, hello."

Cheng Youran bowed to him.

"let's start."

Meng Lang handed her a two-page script, and returned to his seat without excitement. He had already figured out that no matter what Cheng Youran played, she would be the heroine of Fenghua.

Cheng Youran flipped through the script, and the lines on two pages of A4 paper were almost 3,000 words long, almost the length of a speech.

She looked at the script, her face gradually becoming solemn.

"If you can't memorize it, you can watch the script."

Meng Lang said encouragingly.

A assistant director wearing glasses shook his head disapprovingly: "As an actor, who can't even memorize his lines, what kind of actor?"

"I think it will stop here for today."

He said sarcastically.

The other assistant director laughed: "Your niece just couldn't recite her lines. That's not what you said."

Meng Lang stared at him coldly, and the assistant director wearing glasses stopped talking immediately, replaced by a flattering face.

Cheng Youran put the script on the table.

Meng Lang calmed his face: "You don't need to pay attention to him, you can watch the script play it."

After all, as famous as Cheng Youran for her beauty, her acting skills are the only one in the entertainment industry that has been rated as the worst acting actress every year.

"I got it."

Cheng Youran said in a usual tone.

Meng Lang was shocked: "Did you write it down?"

I knew that even Gu Yao took five minutes to memorize two pages of lines. Can Cheng Youran remember that it was faster than Gu Yao?

The deputy director wearing glasses said, "I advise you to watch it a few more times. When the time comes, the performance will be stumbling and wasting your time, and also wasting the time of Director Meng."

"I remember it all."

Cheng Youran nodded and memorized the information from her desk for a week. She didn't think it was a great thing, and her speed was not enough in front of Fang Liuyun. Fang Liuyun almost never forgets.

"Action!"

Meng Lang motioned for her to start.

Cheng Youran took a few deep breaths and brought herself into the role of the script. She slowly and slowly squatted on the ground, holding her knees with her hands: "Sometimes I wonder if people are like dandelions all their lives. "

"Float wherever the wind blows."

She gave a sad smile.

"Don't come here!"

She raised her head, as she always did, as if she was still the girl who was riding a motorcycle with no hesitation.

Not only the people who were sitting were watching her performance quietly. At some point, the door of the conference room was ajar, and Lu Zixiao outside the concealed door looked at her with his arms, his eyes gloomy and unclear.

He has been investigating the brake chain this week. It's not that he is too busy to go home, but he can't tell why he doesn't want to go back. The subconscious mind is avoiding some possibility-in case this matter is directed and performed by Cheng Youran.

Fortunately, it's not her.

Fortunately, it's not her.

...

Quiet, deadly quiet.

When Cheng Youran finished performing, he turned around and bowed to everyone. There was a burst of warm applause in the conference room. Meng Lang stood up and walked towards Cheng Youran.

Cheng Youran's performance cannot be said to be very good. For example, when she said the first line, a teardrop should have fallen from the corner of her eye, and she did not cry.

But her understanding of the role is terrifying, and even he is a little superficial compared to her. He feels that through her performance, he has touched the young girl who was riding a motorcycle on Chinese Street twenty years ago.

Regret it?

Meng Lang shook his head and told himself that he had no regrets.

When he suppressed all the emotions in his heart and prepared to step forward to give Cheng Youran a hug, at this moment, a man's slightly dissatisfied voice came from the door of the concealed conference room: "Cheng Youran, come out."

Hey, Lu Zixiao.

Cheng Youran saw Lu Zixiao's indifferent and noble face from a distance, and Gao Qiao followed him like a shadow. She bowed to Meng Lang embarrassedly and walked out of the meeting room.

She hadn't seen Lu Zixiao's figure for almost a week. She thought she should be busy dealing with the car's manipulation. She was quite surprised to see him.

"Am I acting badly?"

The two walked to the sofa, receiving envy or jealous gaze from the actresses, Cheng Youran approached Lu Zixiao and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

As soon as she walked out of the conference room, she felt like thousands of villains were drumming drums, and the palms of her hands were sweating. For a while, she felt that she was performing superbly, and for a while she felt that she could not squeeze out her tears. Got it.

She was annoyed as soon as the words were spoken. She could expect to say something nice from Lu Zixiao's mouth. It must be "bad", "very bad" or "very bad".

Lu Zixiao stopped, and she also stopped. The man lowered his head to parallel her line of sight, pursed his lips and said, "...not bad."

"Can you say that again!"

Cheng Youran looked at Lu Zixiao with anticipation without blinking like stars twinkling in her eyes. She wanted to hear her praise again.

Lu Zixiao wanted to refuse, but looking at her gaze, he straightened up and turned his face to his side, and said softly, "It's not bad."

The villain in Cheng Youran's heart finally stopped, her palms stopped sweating, and she walked towards Fang Liuyun with joy.

Gao Qiao, who was behind the two of them, almost didn't even look at him. He happened to meet Fang Liuyun's eyes, and their expressions were exactly the same (ー`ー).

[Your wife's mood value has returned to 50, please keep working hard! 】

Hearing the systematic voice in his head, Lu Zixiao was stunned. A handsome face turned bright and dark. After a while, he whispered an idiot, and a compliment would make her mood worth 50. Does she know if a woman is It is easy to be deceived by men if it is too coaxing.

"How do you feel?" Fang Liuyun asked, leaning on the sofa.

"it should be no problem."

Consciously able to get compliments from the picky Lu Zixiao, Cheng Youran is now swollen. From the beginning, he was worried about whether he could choose her or not until Meng did not choose her. It was his loss!

"puff-"

Yuan Yifei came over with coffee, just when she heard this sentence, she smiled wildly, "Cheng Youran, do you want to laugh at me? Even Gu Yao can't even say that she will be selected. Where are you confident?"

"I am confident when I see you."

Cheng Youran said without hesitation.

"you!"

Yuan Yifei became angry and prepared to pour hot coffee on Cheng Youran's face with her backhand, but Cheng Youran moved faster. She pulled Fang Liuyun towards the wall and slammed all the coffee on the leather sofa. The sofa immediately rose from the heat. There were smokey folds.

"Fortunately, you are quick to respond." Fang Liuyun sighed in fear. If the coffee was really spilled, she would be fine, because the battered skin on Cheng Youran's face might not be able to keep it.

Cheng Youran said modestly: "In general TV shows, if someone quarrels with someone with a drink in their hand, 100% will spill it out."

"I just watched more TV shows than normal people."

Fang Liuyun:...

Lu Zixiao's face instantly became cold, and he strode to Cheng Youran's side and stared at Yuan Yifei coldly. His facial features were born with sternness. At this time, his eyebrows and eyes were all raised, bringing a bit of bitterness, which made people dare not look at him. .

Thinking of the rumors about Lu Zixiao's previous arms trade, Yuan Yifei was so scared that she fell to the ground and shivered. She must have had her head twitched just now, so she would be Lu Zixiao's face to Spoke Chengyou.

There was noisy outside the meeting room. Gu Yao stood up, came out to make a round, and looked at Lu Zixiao apologetically: "Yi Fei is very impulsive when things happen. I believe she didn't mean it. Yi Fei, please apologize to Mrs. Lu and Mrs. Lu. ."

Yuan Yifei looked at Gu Yao with great gratitude. The coffee did not reach Cheng Youran. As for making such a fuss, Cheng Youran is not a glass person, even if it is poured for two or three days, it will be fine.

The people present were afraid of Lu Zixiao, and no one dared to speak up. Only Gu Yao was willing to stand up and say something fair. No wonder everyone in the circle liked Gu Yao. She was generous and righteous. She was jealous of Gu Yao before. Now it's all gone, only admiration is left.

Cheng Youran laughed, daring to love the coffee without spilling your face, right? She was about to speak, Lu Zixiao shook her head.

Well, Cheng Youran closed his mouth.

Well, Lu Zixiao's wrists are much colder than hers.

Although Lu Zixiao looked proud and cold, he was actually proud and cold, but after she came in contact with him, she realized that he was very, especially, exceptionally short-sighted.

Yuan Yifei thought that Lu Zixiao had compromised, and quickly got up and bowed to him: "Mr. Lu, you really have a large number of adults. Next time I will not dare to do it. Sister You Ran will be my relative from now on."

Hearing what Yuan Yifei said, Cheng Youran's goose bumps were almost getting up. In her memory, Yuan Yifei had never held her throat to speak, which was strange.

There are a lot of adults?

Lu Zixiao ignored her at all, raised his eyebrows at Gao Qiao, Gao Qiao endured a smile and walked out with a stubborn face. It was the first time he saw someone complimenting Mr. Lu that "adults have a lot".

Everyone looked at Gu Yao with admiration. It is true that Mr. Li is the most satisfied grandson and daughter-in-law, and her behavior is not petty at all, and she has eliminated a disturbance in the invisible. It is not without reason that she has countless friends and friends in the circle.

Gu Yao just shook her head. If Yuan Yifei's uncle was not a famous casting director, she would be too lazy to be nosy.

"I will announce the result below."

Suddenly, the door of the meeting room opened, and the assistant guide wearing glasses walked out, and the noisy corridor suddenly became quiet.

"The female number two, I'm sorry to lose the election."

As his voice fell, the faces of several actresses became ugly. Except for Yuan Yifei, she was overjoyed now. As long as Cheng Youran didn't choose her, she would be happy and could not care about being upset about her failure.

She glanced at Cheng Youran, Cheng Youran calmly as usual, she rolled her eyes, what is she pretending to be.

Because of Lu Zixiao's presence, she couldn't walk up to Cheng Youran to raise her eyebrows. She could only bite her ears with the actress next to her quietly: "Cheng Youran said that there is no problem before, so she will definitely be selected."

"Director Meng has always been very fair in choosing people, you know... it's useless to stuff money." The wavy actress lowered her volume, her voice as small as a mosquito buzzing, lest Cheng Youran could hear her.

"Yeah, I don't know where her self-confidence comes from. It's almost laughing at me." Yuan Yifei found her confidant and said more vigorously. "She and Gu Yao are still Nortel classmates, one world at a time."

Hearing Yuan Yifei's words, Gu Yao frowned. Cheng Youran couldn't even be selected as the second girl. She really didn't know why someone always compared her with Cheng Youran.

"The casting of the female number one is announced below."

"Sister Gu Yao, I'm a little nervous." The assistant looked at the list held by the assistant director.

"What are you nervous about?"

Gu Yao chuckled. She was not nervous, not nervous at all. From the moment she was about to come to the show, the heroine of "Feng Hua" was in her pocket.

No one can act except her.

I believe Director Meng thinks so too. She did not miss the undisguised appreciation in his eyes when she walked out of the meeting room.

"The candidate for the heroine is..."