The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 170: Thoughts are still dead

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"Fu Jingmiao?"

Jun Ci glanced at the person in front of him, her eyes filled with meaning.

With the inherent pressure, Fu Jingmiao suddenly felt a little depressed.

As if I had any thoughts, I was seen through by the people in front of me.

"Director, I didn't expect you to remember my name. It's really an honor."

Fu Jingmiao burst into a pleasant smile on her face, lowered the arc of her head slightly, then raised her and glanced at Jun Ci, with a look of surprise, revealing her daughter-like tenderness.

"I interviewed you personally. I have a good memory. I can forget you so soon?"

The corner of Junci's lips twitched, and the words didn't carry any special meaning, but the remaining sound still made the heart tremble slightly.

Calling Fu Jingmiao seems to have some other meaning.

I could not help but approached two steps in the direction of Junci: "Director, this is the case. I have some script problems. I want to find you and ask your opinions..."

There is already some shyness in the tone.

With her amorous look, it's like a beauty hiding next to a banana fan and peeking at you.

Unspeakable charm.

Junci always has a vision to choose people, and actors choose their own styles.

But I didn't expect the idea to hit myself.

She chuckled and was about to retreat when Jiang Yi happened to come out of the elevator.

I saw Fu Jingmiao approaching Junci.

He is not stupid, he saw something immediately, he said, "Spicy eyes."

Come over and look at Fu Jingmiao condescendingly, with the usual contempt in his tone: "You have something to direct you?"

Fu Jingmiao can't stand such a strong Jiang Yi. Although Jiang Yi’s face has someone who can’t stop his heartbeat from accelerating impulsiveness, but when this person has a cold breath, a look can When you understand the gap, you will immediately feel a sense of despair.

Fu Jingmiao was embarrassed twice, then lowered her head, "I'm sorry the director, I will ask you when I am filming."

As soon as she left, Jun Ci cast a glance at Jiang Yi: "You are so unkind to women?"

"What is unkind?"

Jiang Yi snorted disdainfully: "If you really want to introduce you better, this kind of woman is here for fame. You also want this kind of level?"

He didn't say anything too ugly, but the feeling of being aloof was too obvious.

If his buddies were here, it would be even harder to say.

At their level, they didn't really value the entertainment industry.

Especially actresses and supermodels.

Those are the playthings of people like them.

Although Jiang Yi doesn't do this, there are many examples around him.

Jun porcelain: "..."

She didn’t bother to talk about these issues with the mentally retarded, and waved her hand: “Don’t mess around, I’ll tell you. When I’m filming, you’d better not be gesticulating around, and be quiet as a chicken. Your producer."

Jun Ci said it for granted. Jiang Yi had a kind of rebellious psychology at the time, but when his glasses turned, he said, "Okay."

This person's eyes seem to be shining, and the deep contours of the perfect eye shape look exceptionally good-looking, but Junci reads a bad idea from it.

Jiang Yi could never be so honest.

But the next day, Jiang Yi did not show any moths, but that was because after seeing Junci’s tyrant performance on the set, he successfully strangled his idea of ​​doing something. In the cradle.