Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 19
Wang Mingjun suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly looked towards the door, only to see Qian Mengmeng standing there in a daze.

Wucao, isn't female No. [-] an actor that the investor SF wants to change temporarily!

Although I don't know which high-level SF person meant it, but he is not easy to offend women in high-level SF.

Thinking of what he said just now, Wang Mingjun almost slapped himself.

He stepped forward a few steps, shook off his defiant posture just now, and said to Qian Mengmeng, "Thank me for what, you should thank the person behind you."

"Behind him, who?" Qian Mengmeng turned her head.I didn't see anyone standing there.

Wang Mingjun was speechless, he thought, this might be a surprise secretly prepared by her benefactor, that's why she didn't know anything.

Maybe, that SF executive is waiting for him to report to her.

So, with a serious face, Wang Mingjun reported a series of mobile phone numbers to Qian Mengmeng, "Who gave you the opportunity, you have to ask him to find out."

……

Coming out of Wang Dao's community, Qian Mengmeng stood on the side of the road and dialed the string of cell phone numbers.

Not long after the color bell rang, the call was picked up.Qian Mengmeng resolutely reported her family name, and once again expressed her sincere thanks to the other party.

But what I didn't expect was that after the other party listened, they gave her a series of mobile phone numbers again...

"It's what Mr. Song meant. You should thank him personally." The other party said.

Qian Mengmeng, who put her hot face on her cold butt twice in a row, now has a belated reaction.

It turned out that she had met a nobleman!
But this Mr. Song, she doesn't know him at all.

Qian Mengmeng, who couldn't figure it out, picked up her mobile phone and dialed the number for the second time, intending to ask for a little consultation while thanking her.

This time the color bell rang for a long time before it was picked up, and a beautiful female voice came from the receiver, "Hello."

Hey, isn't it Mr. Song?What a girl!

"Hello?" Probably because she didn't make a sound, the other party asked politely again.

Now, Qian Mengmeng didn't dare to lose the chain, she immediately asked cautiously, "Excuse me, is Mr. Song here?"

The person on the other end of the call didn't answer right away, and Qian Mengmeng waited for a while before hearing the other party's doubtful question, "Excuse me?"

"I'm Qian Mengmeng, a signed artist of Tianyi Media." Qian Mengmeng answered quickly.

After finishing speaking, she added another sentence, "I heard that it was Mr. Song's idea that I could star in "Light in the Red Dust", so I want to thank him personally."

There was another silence on the other end of the call, and after a while, the other party said, "Mr. Song said, I want you to compile a thank you note into a text message and send it here."

Qian Mengmeng: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Linda looked at the Boss sitting in the back seat with some embarrassment, "Mr. Song, she will post it after a while."

Song Huaijin didn't reply, and didn't even raise her head.

From that quiet face, Linda couldn't see a trace of his inner thoughts.

Fortunately, not long after, a text message popped up on the phone, from the girl who called just now, the artist named Qian Mengmeng.

Linda swallowed her saliva, and said to her phone, "Mr. Song, thank you for giving me the opportunity to star in "Light in the Red Dust". Thank you for your care, so that I can continue to move forward on the road of acting. Thank you... …grateful……"

"What?" Song Huaijin looked up from the document.

Under his sharp gaze, Linda bit the bullet and continued, "Thank you for appearing in my life, watering my growth with sweat..."

Linda, who was thinking more and more quietly, was sitting on pins and needles.

What should I do, did I accidentally glimpse the secret of Lord Boss, his complexion is getting worse and worse, hey!

"Continue." The words were almost squeezed out between teeth.

"You may only want to harvest a ray of spring breeze, but I will give you the whole spring. Believe me, I will work harder and live up to your expectations of me. by Qian Mengmeng"

Song Huaijin threw the document aside, "Give me the phone."

(End of this chapter)