Chengxi Film and Television City Building.

The crew area of ​​"Glory Family".

The head of the publicity and promotion department was sitting in the office, contacting a brand owner about some cooperation matters.

When the contact was almost over, the assistant knocked on his office door hurriedly.

After the person in charge sent the brand away, he sat down and poured himself a cup of tea. His leisurely expression was completely different from that of his assistant.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

The assistant held the phone in his hand, and seemed to realize that what he was about to say was a little unbelievable.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally said, "It's, it's under our official blog... Sheng Yuan... she——"

Upon hearing this, before the assistant could finish speaking, the person in charge became calmer and used to it: "Oh, it's another group of people clamoring for Sheng Yuan to quit the show, right?"

"This is totally normal. There's nothing to be surprised about. Director Jiang has already said that we don't need to pay attention to them. Just let them do whatever they want."

The aroma of tea wafted in the air, and the person in charge blew leisurely on the steaming tea in his hand. This was the new Longjing tea he bought, and it was his first sip after unpacking it. He had not been willing to brew it when the brand owner came before.

The assistant shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, they said they wanted to see Sheng Yuan, and asked us to quickly post more updates about Sheng Yuan."

“Puff…hiss, ouch!!!”

The person in charge did not control the force of blowing the tea, and the first mouthful of scalding hot Longjing tea was blown out of the cup and spilled on his legs.

The heat made him gasp and he jumped up on the spot.

"Are you okay—"

"It's okay, it's okay." The person in charge took the tissue handed over by the assistant, quickly put the cup in his hand on the table, tidied up his wet clothes, and then asked in surprise: "What did you just say?"

"I didn't hear you wrong."

The assistant repeated it more confidently this time: "Under the official Weibo, they are clamoring for us to post Sheng Yuan's updates."

“They said they wanted to see it.”

The person in charge raised his eyebrows as if he understood something: "This is a request from Sheng Yuan's fans, right?"

"No, I took a quick look and found that most of them were the accounts that had previously asked Sheng Yuan to quit the show, and their opinions seemed to have... completely changed."

The person in charge was stunned: "Changed?"

"Before, all they said was that Sheng Yuan was a vase, trash, and the bad apple in the crew." The assistant had chosen the words carefully, and these were all euphemisms. The harsher ones were simply unspeakable.

"And now?"

"Now - what is it all, beautiful sister, Shashasha, Sniper King, love love."

The person in charge had a question mark on his face: "..."

Are these people crazy?

One moment they asked Sheng Yuan to withdraw from the performance, and the next moment they wanted to see what Sheng Yuan was doing? They were the gods of thunder and lightning, so when they said wind it was wind, and when they said rain it was rain.

The assistant swallowed and asked, "So, should we send it out or not?"

"Give me your phone first."

The assistant handed over the phone, and the person in charge opened Weibo and browsed it for seven or eight minutes before he understood why things had turned out like this. He suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows in understanding, and then said to the assistant.

"No!"

"Ah? Really not, Sheng Yuan's situation has finally turned for the better, why don't we strike while the iron is hot?"

The person in charge replied affirmatively: "Yes, that's right, no."

"And Director Jiang also meant that we should wait until Sheng Yuan finishes filming before discussing anything else."

** It was almost twelve o'clock noon.

At this time, the sky was covered by dense dark clouds, and the sun was completely blocked. The light that was revealed was very subtle and dim, and there was a faint sense of urgency pressing down.

Silent flashes of lightning appeared from time to time, and the air became humid, seemingly cool but also hot.

It looks like a rainstorm is about to fall.

While walking towards the single-room green room.

There was not much light coming in from the window, and the corridor was only lit by an incandescent lamp on the ceiling. The center was bright, and the surroundings were dim.

The boy is tall and has long legs. He is wearing a dark sweatshirt and black trousers. His eyebrows and eyes are dark. The light and shadow from above his head fall on his high nose bridge. His thin lips are slightly pursed.

A face with distinct bone structure and sharp and cold lines.

The black hair covering his forehead was a little wet, as if he had just come out of the water. He only changed into dry clothes but did not wait to completely dry his hair before coming over.

The young man walked behind the crowd, his figure was slender, silent and clear.

…

Because Sheng Yuan sent a message to Xiao Zhou, saying that she had arrived at the lounge early today and there was no need to trouble him to run to the fire escape to pick her up.

So Xiaozhou looked calm, hummed a cheerful tune, and opened the door of the lounge.

As soon as the door opened a corner, Xiao Zhou took a look, his whole body stiffened, and then he quickly closed the door with a bang.

He turned around with a look of horror.

Shi Yan:? Xiao Zhou tremblingly stretched out his hand and pointed to the lounge behind him, saying: "Brother Yan... there is someone inside."

Shi Yan: “…”

It seems strange that there is no one inside.

Xiao Zhou saw it clearly with that glance just now.

There was a girl sitting at the table with her back to the door. Although I couldn't see her face, she looked pretty from behind, but she looked very unfamiliar.

This is Shi Yan’s private lounge, and everyone in the crew knows it.

Generally, no one would come here.

"That's right, a stranger appeared inside." Xiao Zhou was about to say that Sister Sheng Yuan didn't come -

Next second.

The door of the lounge was opened from the inside, and a sweet and familiar female voice came from behind: "Are you talking about me——"

"stranger."

Xiao Zhou turned around suddenly, and when he saw clearly, he was extremely surprised: "Sister Sheng Yuan!!"

He looked the girl in front of him up and down, with no intention of being rude, he was just simply surprised.

"Sister Sheng Yuan, you—get a haircut!"

This morning, Shi Yan had a full schedule of scenes, and Xiao Zhou was also busy running around behind him, so he had no free time to surf the Internet at all.

So I don’t know what’s on the hot searches.

There was a strange feeling. When Sister Sheng Yuan left in the morning, she still had long black curly hair.

"Yes, I got my hair cut."

Sheng Yuan nodded at Xiao Zhou, but paused when she met the dark eyes of the young man behind her.

She changed her hairstyle and had long noticed the curious glances cast at her by the people around her. Even Xia Xicheng looked at her hesitantly.

But she doesn't care.

But, suddenly exposed in the sight of the baby——

Sheng Yuan subconsciously raised her hand and touched her hair, and the movement seemed a little unnatural.

I saw him pursing his lips and not saying anything.

"Is it, very ugly?"

Sheng Yuan glanced at Shi Yan evasively, hiding a trace of uneasiness, and asked tentatively.

(End of this chapter)