After the blackening, the beauties were madly criticized for abolishing the legs of the president

Chapter 115

As Nan Wan finished speaking, everyone present subconsciously stopped.

This also means that Fang Xinqing will not get any help from the program team in the future.

Small to daily life, three meals a day.Costume props as large as stage performances.

Everything needs to be prepared by herself.

And the jewelry and clothing prepared in the cloud are definitely not affordable by ordinary people.Besides, it's still a high-definition stage...

I am afraid that even if you want to buy it, it will be difficult to buy the same style.

Therefore, among as many as one hundred trainees, Wan Xinqing is doomed to be out of place no matter how she dresses up.

Perhaps this incompatibility will be more eye-catching.But you must know that the clothes provided by the cloud must be gorgeous.

She had to dress more delicately than other trainees so as not to stand out from the crowd.

"You..." Wan Xinqing didn't expect her to do things so terribly, just about to argue, but was forced back by the woman's cold and charming eyes, so she closed her mouth resentfully.

"You have the ability, just use it. I'll wait and see." Nan Wan hooked her lips in disdain, and Wan Xinqing felt a deep gap with her face, which seemed to be condescending for the rest of her life.

She is used to being flattered, and has never received such grievances.In desperation, he yelled at Nan Wan without thinking: "Even if I don't have anything, I will still get the C debut spot, this is what the director promised from the beginning!"

"Oh?" Nan Wan's fox eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked in a nasal and lazy tone, her face full of interest.

Wan Xinqing suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, and was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to explain it.I had no choice but to look around at a loss, but when the other trainees heard that she had already occupied the debut spot, they all looked at her with coldness and disgust, not as friendly as before.

"Go and tell the director, I don't like games with a script. He understands what to do." Nan Wan ordered to the staff with sideways eyes.

Then he went straight to the make-up table beside him, opened the chair and sat down, looked at himself in the mirror with lazily crossed legs, and raised his eyes in a charming position: "The make-up artist and stylist who just prepared her hair and make-up, can you?" Come and prepare for me, the others continue."

After saying that, the make-up artist who just put on Wan Xinqing's make-up immediately came to Nan Wan with her make-up box, and asked politely with lowered eyes: "Mr. Nan, what kind of make-up do you want?"

Nan Wan smiled contemptuously. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the red and flirtatious earl red tea lipstick in her makeup bag, and raised her eyelids charmingly and asked, "What makeup do you think is suitable for me?"

The make-up artist followed her gaze, and when he saw the lipstick, he understood something instantly, and quickly picked up the make-up brush to help the woman make up.

...

Three hours later, the recording began at the Shuguang International Center exhibition.

The huge auditorium was full of people, each of them held up a light board for the players who supported them, and shouted hoarsely for them.

Of course, most of them are Ji Nian's female fans.

Nan Wan didn't like this noisy atmosphere very much, and fell asleep on the sofa in the backstage after preparing her makeup and hair.

Until the recording officially started, I slept soundly and did not wake up.

Nearly half an hour before she went on stage, the director anxiously looked back and forth at her a few times, but he always backed away silently, full of helplessness and not daring to disturb her.

It wasn't until the finale performance of the season as a mentor that Nan Wan opened those sullen fox eyes in a trance, picked up the cup on the side and took a sip, and saw the director holding the process with a firm expression. Paper rushed in.

After the director looked at the woman's slightly surprised and gradually bored expression, the confidence that he was going to wake her up disappeared in an instant.He twitched the corners of his mouth at a loss, smiled stiffly, and said subconsciously, "Mr. Nan, why are you awake?"

Nan Wan was already annoyed to get up, but when she heard his words in an inexplicable mood, she couldn't help but misinterpret the meaning.

"Do I still have to report to you if I sleep or don't sleep?"

"You mean I have to talk to you when I wake up?"

Facing the woman's two questions, which were extremely explosive and oppressive, the director suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and slapped himself on the mouth with some resentment, and said with a smile on his face, "Isn't this fast?" It's time for you to play, I came here specially to see if you woke up."

"What if I didn't wake up?" Nan Wan twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled indifferently, and gave a proposition.

The director didn't know how to answer for a moment.After being stunned for a while, Jon came in with a makeup artist and a stylist, and quickly gave him another look for help.

Jon glanced at him speechlessly, wondering why this guy was always looking for trouble for him every day.

"Ma'am, it's time to go on stage."

Hearing this, Nan Wan let him go. After getting up and straightening the skirt slowly, the makeup artist helped put on the high heels and touched up the makeup, then got up and left.

The director breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he stepped up to follow the woman, but was stopped by Jon.

"Eh..." He punched the pestle in embarrassment, then lowered his eyes to avoid Jon's gaze, looking cautious.

Seeing his cowardly look, Jon sighed helplessly: "Jovi, can you save me some trouble?"

"Cousin, I'm sorry..." Qiao Wei looked at him resentfully, pursed his lips, and the man in his late thirties looked like a child for a moment.

"That's mainly because you, the acting president..." He was about to complain subconsciously, and when he finished speaking, he looked at Jon with black lines all over his face, and immediately realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly said, "It's a bit fierce. .”

Jon couldn't bear to criticize him either.

My younger brother, who has been very well-behaved since he was a child, later in order to realize his dream of being a director, he did not hesitate to cut off ties with his family and rely on his own work to earn tuition.

Fortunately, now, keep the clouds open to see the moonlight.

"You'd better take care of Wan Xinqing's matter, otherwise I'm not sure if your show can continue." He officially ordered indifferently.

Passing Jovi when leaving, he patted him on the shoulder comfortingly and pamperingly: "Be careful."

Qiaowei drooped his head, looking a little moved: "Thank you, cousin."

Jon responded lightly, "Also, uncle and aunt miss you very much. At that time they didn't want you to apply for the directing department because of your future. It's been almost ten years. Don't get angry with your family. Go back and watch it after you're done. Let's see."

...

"Next, let us be affectionate to the acting president of this sponsor, Ms. Nan Wan!"

As the host's passionate words fell, the spotlights on the stage shone on one spot.

The audience also cheered.

Ji Nian sat on the instructor's platform, looking at the distance and waiting for the woman to appear, his eyes were full of tenderness.

(End of this chapter)