Young Master Fu's Incredible Real Heiress

"Take a bath at once." When Jin was bewitched by his low voice, cold eyes dyed a touch of red.

"Together?"

It's a question sentence, but it's an irrefutable confirmation. I reached out and put her in my arms.

His arms were long and strong, and his fingers were clasped on her waist, so that he could almost hold her whole waist.

……

After the re casting of fengqiwu, the shooting process was gradually accelerated.

The acting skills and character of Xiao Ming and Jian Liang are almost tailor-made for this movie. After two days of running in, they seem to become the dramatists, which makes Liang Han very satisfied.

He wrote the script himself, and no one knows better than him what he wants to achieve.

"Let's have a holiday this afternoon." Liang Han waved his hand, and the whole scene was full of excitement.

"Xiao Ming and Jian Liang can't play yet. You have to record songs." Liang Han said to them.

They had a plan for a long time, and they were not surprised. They said with a smile, "yes, just wait for Shijin to come and take us to the studio."

"Well recorded, these two songs have good effects. Although they won't be used in movies, they are also good for you when they are used in propaganda."

Two people naturally understand this truth.

When Jin unloading makeup, carrying a bag came over, she put on a white shirt, fit slim jeans, how to see how eye-catching.

The three came to the studio together.

When Jin gave them a brief introduction, they began to record.

Xiao Ming and Jian Liang have been practicing at home for some time. They just record for the first time. They are a little unfamiliar, but they gradually find the secret.

……

"Ask the devil" in Zeng Guangzhi's operation, also began the official shooting..

Knowing that Liang Han chose two unknown actors, he also reported to Qin Fanya quickly.

Qin Fanya was on the other end of the phone, and her voice was not enthusiastic: "I don't care who they choose or who you choose. The result I want is very simple. This project must be popular. Do you understand?"

She is now famous on Hong Kong Island, and many projects can't be promoted. The investors and friends who used to surround her have lost a lot recently.

The feeling of falling from a height is one of the most difficult falls in life.

If you don't stand at the top, no one knows more about the disappointment of falling back after standing.

She is in urgent need of a successful project and an opportunity to return to everyone's attention.

If it had not been for Qin's serious illness, she would have come to the imperial capital to supervise the project herself.

It's hard to be sure that any project will succeed.

There are so many TV dramas and movies on the market every year, one in a million, most of the others are ordinary, most of them are broadcast in obscurity to earn a little money.

Qin Fanya's demands are too high.

Perhaps feeling Zeng Guangzhi's silence, Qin Fanya then said, "you can just open your mouth and submit a report on how much budget you want. I have plenty of money. Pile up as much as it costs. "

"Well, I see, Miss Qin." Zeng Guangzhi said with a little relief.

As long as you have money, things will be easier.

……

night.

When Jin on the mobile phone point opened a game.

But at present, it is not so popular. Although all the big companies have taken a fancy to this market, the configuration of mobile phones and traffic can not support this entertainment to enter the public's field of vision.

When Jin is also because of a foreign production of the latest mobile phone, to be able to run the game.

She is typing, wechat into the content.

She's calling. It's from the recording engineer.

"This is the finished product of Xiao Ming and Jian Liang. It has been post processed. Shijin, see if there is anything else to change."

Shi Jin clicks the play buŧŧon.

The first one is Xiao Ming's Wuhua. His voice is quite suitable for this song. Some cold voices are just suitable for this style.

The second one is Jian Liang's Zhi Qiu, which is an ancient intellectual style. It uses a famous Ci poem, and the rest of the lyrics are written by Shi Jin himself.

The former has a narrow sense of the world, while the latter has a sense of life.

"That's OK. We can record it in the last post period. By the way, Shi Jin, these two songs are the most touching songs I have ever recorded. Can I put a 15 second pause on my microblog? "

The recording engineer sent a voice carefully and asked.

Shi Jin understands that the recording engineer really likes these two songs, and also wants to advertise his own studio to attract business.

In this industry, these are really normal.

"Fifteen seconds is OK," she said

"Thank you, thank you."

After quitting wechat, Shi Jin continued to play games. She didn't touch the game for long. She thought it was quite interesting, so she downloaded one.

"Is this so interesting?" Fu Xiuyuan sat aside to deal with his business. He wanted to wait for her to take a bath together. He saw her head drooping and immersed in the game. Her broken hair covered her eyelids. She was clever and innocent. If it contained the smell of vinegar, it turned into a cry of helplessness.

Shi Jin handed over her mobile phone: "would you like to have a try? It's fun. "

"What kind of game are you developing?"

"Card games, specific has not been named, the current investment budget is very large." Fu Xiuyuan just said a few words.

Shi Jin knows that he seldom manages the specific affairs of the company, but he mentions them casually and knows them very well.

She nodded and said, "card games, very good, very good."

In the future, it will occupy the front end of the whole industry. The initial investment is really large, but once it gets up, almost all the follow-up revenue is real money, and the follow-up maintenance funds can be ignored.

"If you want to play, I'll ask them to give you a beta."

"Good." Shi Jin agreed immediately.

Fu Xiuyuan stretched out a well-defined finger and rubbed it on her head: "who will accompany me?"

His high cold is replaced by grievance in this moment, like a pitiful big dog hook who wants to hug, innocent and bright eyes looking at people pitifully.