The Male Lead is Forced to Work Hard

More than twelve.

Ruan Yue and Zhou Yu went to Pan Jingping's director's studio.

The studio is located in an office building in the heart of the Beijing Cultural Industry Park, because there are several film and television entertainment companies in the building, and there are security patrols at the entrance and exit, and the control is very strict.

In the past and present life, Ruan Yue came to this place for the first time.

When Zhou Yu was filling out the visitor registration, she stood aside, raised her eyes slightly, and looked around for a week with some curiosity.

Two people get on the elevator.

Zhou Yu glanced at the time with his mobile phone and said with a smile: "Because Teacher Meng is also here, we will solve it in the studio after lunch, can we?"

"Well, I can do it."

Ruan Yue nodded and responded, looking down at the illuminated floor button.

"Ding--"

The elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor, walked out of the elevator room and turned left, and it was Pan Jingping's studio that caught her eye. She was a little disturbed just now, and she settled down instantly.

Reception room.

A few people at the long table were drinking tea and heard footsteps from outside.

Meng Jiming squeezed the teacup in one hand and looked away, his expression slightly startled.

The girl standing at the door, 16 or 7 years old, is pure and delicate, and the tailored skirt pinches out the slim waist that is not grasped. She happens to stand in the sky projected in the outdoor, quiet and quiet, like a plant The white camellia of the last generation.

He placed the teacup in his hand on the table.

Zhou Yu, who had entered the meeting room, started to introduce with a smile: "Pan Dao and Teacher Meng, this is Ruan Yue."

After that, he took another look at Ruan Yue and introduced in turn: "This is Pan Gui, Emperor Meng, and Xu Dao, the casting director of the crew. You have seen it before."

Ruan Yue nodded and greeted everyone with a smile: "Hello everyone."

Almost at the moment she appeared in front of her eyes, Pan Jingping was sure to choose her. But after all, it was the first time I met. After I sat down, I asked some other situations. I was tired of studying. Did I come to Beijing to tell my parents if I have any special skills or hobbies in the usual days...

When Ruan Yue talked about studying piano for ten years, Meng Jiming said with a smile: "That's a coincidence."

He was on the side of the body, his white shirt sleeves were rolled up, his forearms were resting on the edge of the table, and he looked at Pan Jingping. "Jiang Nianci in the script has a piano shot."

When I saw each other for the first time, Ruan Yue had very few words. I was basically asked and answered. The calm and restrained temperament was not like a teenage high school student. Looking at Pan Jingping, everyone felt very satisfied. .

Approaching, a crowd of people were eating in the restaurant.

Ruan Yue heard them say that they were turned on in mid-October, but when they were in amazement, they couldn't help but ask: "Do I need to memorize the line in advance...?"

As several men glanced in unison, she lowered her ending tone.

It seems that it's because the chit is not very comfortable, and he hangs his head again.

Long hair with a low ponytail, a few strands of hair in the temples swept down and hooked the beautifully curved jaw, inexplicably, with a touch of gentle shyness.

Pan Jingping laughed.

The rest of the people also laughed. Meng Jiming sat next to her, raised her hand to fill her cup with a drink, and asked with a mellow, slightly deep voice: "There are less than ten lines in total, how long do you need to memorize ?"

"..."

Ruan Yue remembered this, he was a small role.

Meng Jiming thought for a while and laughed: "Aunt Man, is there a guest at home?/Hello, I am Jiang Nianci/Thank you/I can't play these/I will try."

"Well, five sentences."

He looked at Ruan Yue, "Did you remember?"

Ruan Yue squeezed her chopsticks with her lips, hoping to find a ground seam to get in.

"Okay, you are an old man, don't bully other girls."

The bearded Xu deputy sat across from him and saw that Ruan Yue was ridiculed by him, he couldn't help but put down the chopsticks and spoke.

Meng Jiming looked at him and reminded him seriously: "Xu Dao, I'm only twenty-eight after the Chinese New Year."

"Then you have debuted for eleven years."

Xu Yong glanced at him and smiled at Ruan Yue, "Don't worry. There are only a few shots of your character, just a few lines. After we turn on the phone, we will walk through the contract. When the time comes, we will definitely have someone to specialize with you. It’s very simple."

"Oh."

Ruan Yue nodded, and she was relieved.

After a meal, several people went to the reception room for tea.

Ruan Yue went to a bathroom, and when she came out, she found that it was three o'clock, and she didn't want to stay any longer. She walked into the reception room and called out "Pan Dao", and said with a smile, "I'm going back to Ningcheng at six o'clock. Not much to disturb you."

Pan Jingping raised his wrist and glanced at the time. "There are three hours left. Don't worry."

He heard Ruan Yue said he had studied arts, and wanted to ask her if she had any intention to develop in the film and television industry in the future. If so, she could give some help.

I never thought that the little **** the opposite side had not listened to him, and thought about it: "It will rain for a while, and there may be traffic jams on the road. I'm afraid I might miss the time."

rain? ? ?

Several men were ignorant.

The weather in Beijing in these two days was sunny and cloudy for a while, which was quite annoying, but the weather forecast did not seem to be raining in the next week.

However, everyone is an adult. I think that the little girl may be uncomfortable with some of their elders for a long time, and no one is left. After a few words, Pan Jingping asked Zhou Yu to send Ruan Yue to the airport.

Several of them are still talking in the reception room.

Twenty minutes later, the floor-to-ceiling windows were crackled by the wind. After a while, the sky was covered with clouds, and the crackling raindrops fell.

"This girl is so pretty--"

Looking at the rain curtain outside the window, several men looked at each other for a while, and Xu Yong said amusedly.

Meng Jiming also laughed, but said nothing, turned around and walked back to the room, because the assistant hadn't come to pick up, and had a leisurely drink of tea.

At about four o'clock, he left the studio to go back. He happened to meet Zhou Yu who came back at the elevator. The latter's hair was slightly wet. When he saw him, he smiled and said, "You haven't gone yet. The girl Ruan Yue asked me to bring you In a word."

"?"

Meng Jiming raised his eyebrows lightly.

Zhou Yu thought for a while, "Don't go to the Song family party on the 4th."

After he finished speaking, he scratched his wet hair with his hand and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I don't know what it means without a head and a tail. The girl said when she got off the car, and I had no time to ask."

"OK, I know."

Meng Jiming smiled.

The phone just rang, he said goodbye to Zhou Yu and went to answer the phone.

After hanging up the phone, standing for a while for a while, I was a little stunned.

The buddies of his lower berth returned from abroad with gold plating and invited him to meet at home on the afternoon of the fourth. It happened that his surname was Song.

That little girl, a **** operator?

...

Ruan Yue arrived home at nine o'clock.

Because the wind was too strong, half of the skirt was wet with rain and attached to the body.

Tomorrow, the family of three of them is going back to their hometown. Ruan Chengyi and Zhao Yunzhi both picked up things upstairs, so Wen Ru remembered that she hadn’t come back, made two phone calls and shut down. She was worried, sitting in the corner of the living room while knitting a scarf. Wait.

When the doorbell rang, she put down her hand and went out to open the door. When she saw Ruan Yue's wet clothes, she quickly ushered in, crying and saying, "My good lady, isn't this with an umbrella? It looks like a chicken soup."

"It's a bit windy and I can't hold the umbrella."

Ruan Yue handed her a wet umbrella, and asked her while changing shoes, "Are my parents at home?"

"Where is it?"

Wen Ru handed the towel over and smiled at her, "Since the woman went back, I haven't heard any quarrels. I was still negotiating to go back for a few days when I was eating, saying I was going to take you to pick up the pomegranate."

"The Royal Pomegranate Garden."

Ruan Yue finished with a smile, with a much lighter tone, "Then I will go to take a shower first."

"Have you eaten dinner?"

"No, you get me three fresh noodle soup."

During the speech, Ruan Yue pedalled and ran upstairs.

Looking at her back, Wen Ru shook his head with a smile, and went to the kitchen to prepare the food.

Half an hour later, Ruan Yue went downstairs.

Wen Ru put the hot soup noodles on the dining table. When she saw her head and eat noodles, she smiled lovingly and asked, "How is that sick student?"

"I didn't go to her house today, I went to Beijing."

Ruan Yue raised her eyes and smiled with her lips bent.

"Ouch--"

Wen Ru was shocked and lowered his voice, "What are you doing for Beijing City? You are a girl, you haven't been far away alone, what should you do if something happens!"

"It's okay, am I not coming back well?"

Ruan Yue glanced at her, seeing her disapproval all over her face, and even looking like a nag, she hurled her cheeks together and held her face with both hands holding chopsticks to see her.

This rare, happy and soft look instantly softened Wen Ru's heart, and glared at her, "Okay, okay, don't say you can't do it anymore, hurry to eat, oops... Look at some chopsticks and get your hair Now."

She took the chopsticks in Ruan Yue's hand and went to the kitchen to change. Ruan Yue looked at the half bowl of noodle soup in front of her and suddenly remembered that at noon, Meng Jiming made a few ridicules.

The reminder of "Don't go to the Song family", she didn't want to say.

After all, they have no relatives.

But since I know that something will happen on that day, I don't remind you, I always feel sorry for myself.

She would know "Entrepreneur" in the previous life, because Meng Jiming, after this movie was released, netizens reiterated the old things and took out his "suspected drug/drug" things.

Actually, it didn't suck.

The police received a report that the No. 4 raid in Songzhai took the few rich second generations away and happened to be photographed by passersby.

This matter spread to the Internet, and some people turned up his pictures of being skinny and thin after dieting for the show. At one time, the news of "Meng Jinming was smoking/drug" was clamoring, and his brokerage company was also publicly inspecting the report. It was the lawyer's letter that calmed the matter.

However, some netizens shouted the slogan "Things gather like things, and people divide into groups." In the next few years, he will always black him.

This person is definitely not an addict?

Ruan Yue recalled his state when he saw him today.

The height of about one meter eight or seven, with a handsome face and graceful grace. Wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. When the sleeves are rolled up, the muscles of the forearm are tight. The walking is also a calm, calm and powerful look. The male hormones are very sufficient.

Twisting her fingertips, she left those cranky thoughts behind her head.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Lu Shen sent a WeChat and asked her: [What are you doing? 】

【eat. 】

Ruan Yue returned two words.

——

Lu family living room.

Leaning on the sofa to see these two words, Lu Shen raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips.

His father Lu Jianmin said with emotion on the side: "The stocks have been stimulating this time for so many years. Ten consecutive daily limit plates, and easily earned more than 10,000. You said I should be cruel to buy more..."

Looking at him sideways, Lu Shen smiled: "Okay, that's all for one thing. Have you been chatting for a long time, are you thirsty?"

"It's really thirsty."

Lu Jianmin got up during his speech and poured himself water.

When he came back, Lu Shen still looked at the mobile phone and asked without raising his head: "Will it still be one piece at a time, buy 400,000 shares, after forty daily limit, how much is it?"

"...I count."

For a long time, Lu Jianmin bowed his head and said, "1810.370...Oh, more than 18 million."