Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 270 Me and Yu Beicheng's CP
In the past few days, Yu Beicheng's itinerary has been very tight. He leaves early and returns late every day. It's almost as if someone comes back just after Tang Ranran falls asleep, and he doesn't see each other when he gets up in the morning.

Under such circumstances, the sugar taro cp part of the show has been greatly reduced. Compared with the previous episodes, it has fallen off a cliff.

Choreographer Xiao Shen finally couldn't stand it anymore, and decided to call Tang Ranran.

As soon as Xiao Shen came in, he opened the curtains of the room, and a large swath of sunlight poured in, brightening the room, "Xiao Tang, good morning."

Tang Ranran, who had just woken up, sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She yawned unhurriedly, and then raised her eyes to look at the big eyes staring at her sincerely and enthusiastically.

There is also a thick toy in hand.

"Shen, director Shen... early." Tang Ranran knew that this woman had come prepared.

"Xiao Tang, five or six episodes of the show have aired, do you still know the general theme and direction of our show?"

"I know, fan benefits." Tang Ranran answered casually, but seeing that Xiao Shen's eyes were serious, she looked away and thought for a while: "The main thing is to observe the artists you like closely through fans, and communicate with them. Get along with each other, and discover the performance and personality of the artists on different stages."

"Hmm... If necessary, there may be another cp fired."

Hearing this, Xiao Shen applauded in surprise, "You have fully understood the essence of this show, Xiao Tang, you are really enlightened!"

Tang Ranran: Just because I'm acting bad doesn't mean I'm stupid.

Xiao Shen hurriedly sat closer to Tang Ranran, and she stuffed the script that had been revised and polished in the past few days into Tang Ranran's arms, and said excitedly: "This is the next script, you must read it and take it from now on." Do it, it is very important to you and our program, and the broadcast volume of our program is in your hands."

Listening to Xiao Shen's passionate speech, Tang Ranran couldn't help being curious, is the content really that exaggerated?
Tang Ranran looked at the script stuffed into her bosom, she stretched out her hand and opened it, the first side was full of her and Yu Beicheng's parts.

Swallowing, she continued to turn.

Well, it's them for the next few pages.

Tang Ranran simply went through the whole content quickly, and found that the whole book was about her and Yu Beicheng's story. She even saw a lot of words "fall down" and "closer", which made her eyes widen in shock.

"The cp of me and Yu Beicheng?"

Xiao Shen: "Otherwise? Xiao Tang, why are you so shocked? You also fell over the ones you should have thrown down in the past few episodes. If you don't knock you down, can't you knock others down?"

Tang Ranran: "Song Yulin and Ji Yixuan can knock each other out."

Xiao Shen: "..."

In the afternoon, Tang Ranran was forced to finish reading the script, and was "kicked out" of the villa by Xiao Shen, embarking on a journey to find Yu Dingliu.

Only after she asked Lao Yao did she find out that Yu Beicheng's afternoon itinerary was an exclusive interview with a character from a certain family, and she couldn't go to the scene.

But with Xiao Shen, everything was not a problem, she let Tang Ranran sit in the RV that picked up Yu Beicheng.

Still unknowingly.

After reading the script all afternoon, Tang Ranran felt that she was exhausted, and fell asleep before Yu Beicheng finished the interview.

When the night lights first came on, the whole city was shrouded in bustle and bustle, and there was a constant flow of traffic on the roads.

"Today's interview is really too late. If I don't accept this interview next time, one will catch up with two. It's better to go to Mr. Zhao's appointment earlier." Lao Yao complained behind Yu Beicheng, looking at the time Even more angry: "Mr. Zhao and the others have been waiting for us for 10 minutes."

Yu Beicheng was wearing a black suit jacket over his shoulders. He looked like Satan in the late autumn night, with deep and cold features.

(End of this chapter)