Chapter 567 What is Low-key and Modesty
And if the current situation is announced by Sister Mo according to the true statement, which seems to be false, people will inevitably label Chen Pianpian as "the other person's feet are swollen but he is not willing to give up a seat, he is really petty and has no sympathy."
The bald uncle hesitated.
He stood there in a daze.
Sister Mo raised her lips, shook her head, and sighed softly.
"So we say, if you want to survive in the entertainment industry in this world, you should be humble and low-key. Otherwise, no matter how good-looking you are, you can't escape the fate of being pointed at and told to get out."
His tone was amused, with a condescending smugness and sarcasm.
Shen Pianpian, who had been standing at the door without saying a word, blinked at this time and slowly smiled.
She walked slowly in from the shadows outside the door.
The indoor light slowly enveloped her body.
During the exercise session just now, Shen Pianpian had changed into a new set of clothes. The fluorescent green casual jacket and sneakers made her look full of the vitality of a young girl, especially her legs wrapped in black trousers. When she walked, they were slender and straight, with a lethal beauty.
When she approached, the makeup artist was carefully removing Han Jing's false eyelashes.
Her ponytail swayed slightly at the back of her head, making her look very comfortable.
When Sister Mo saw her coming, she didn't panic at all. Instead, she smiled politely but with a hidden sense of pride.
"Miss Shen, look..."
Bang--
Before she could finish, Shen Pianpian, who was standing on the side, raised one leg and kicked the swivel chair under Han Jing's feet without hesitation.
“Ahhhhh!!!”
Everyone in the room heard the sound of eyelashes being torn from eyelids.
Under everyone's terrified gaze, Han Jing and the chair flew towards the wall.
Then there was a loud crash.
Han Jing screamed and rolled to the ground with the chair.
Indoor stillness.
The smug expression on Sister Mo's face seemed to be frozen in place by glue, and the stiffness between smiling and not smiling looked extremely ridiculous and embarrassing.
But Shen Pianxian had no expression on his face.
She didn't even glance at Han Jing who had fallen, but only looked down at Sister Mo coldly and condescendingly.
"What is modesty and humility? Can you teach me?"
After a while, Han Jing got up from the ground and raised her head. Her face, with only one side of the false eyelashes on, looked extremely asymmetrical.
She looked at Shen Pianpian in disbelief, and let out a frustrated scream from her throat.
“Chen Pianxian!Are you really not afraid of being kicked out of the entertainment industry!”
Shen Pianpian smiled contemptuously, then turned back to look at her.
"The former Wei Lan was fine, but who do you think you are? Can you get me kicked out of the entertainment industry?"
"Also, who admits that you and I are of the same generation? In my understanding, only those with equal strength are qualified to be my peers."
"you?"
Miss Shen looked at her coldly and turned away. The disregard and neglect in her eyes, which did not even bother to glance at her, fully expressed her contempt.
"Go back and look in the mirror first."
While speaking, Shen Pianpian had already walked to the door nonchalantly.
Opening the door of the dressing room, Mu Wenhan stood outside and smiled at her.
Miss Shen shrugged and rolled her eyes. When she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something, raised her eyebrows and turned around with an absolutely malicious smile.
"Oh, by the way, instead of thinking about how to kick me out of the entertainment industry, why don't you think about how you can stay in the entertainment industry first."
Sweeping the bewildered expressions of the crowd, Miss Shen tilted her head with a deeper smile.
"What? Don't you know that the Ning Group, to which Mingzhu Media belongs, has been declared bankrupt?"
After taking in everyone's shocked expressions, Shen Pianpian staggered away with satisfaction.
Mu Wenhan couldn't help but laugh out loud, then he looked at the young artists in the room who had dull or angry expressions on their faces, his smile faded, and he said lightly,
"I heard the whole thing just now. If you want to make up a story, please rehearse your lines with me first."
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Sister Mo, who added fuel to the fire, immediately turned pale.
Mu Wenhan didn't care and turned away.
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