Chapter 170: Thoughts, still dead

"Fu Jingmiao?"
Jun Ci glanced at the person in front of him, and his eyes were meaningful.
With the inherent pressure, Fu Jingmiao suddenly felt a little depressed.
It seemed as if I had any thoughts that were seen through by the person in front of me.
"Director, I didn't expect you to remember my name. It's really an honor."
A pleasant smile appeared on Fu Jingmiao's face, slightly lowering the arc of her head, and then raised it up and glanced at Jun Ci, with a look of surprise, revealing her daughter-like tenderness.
"I interviewed you personally. I have a good memory. I can forget you so soon?"
The corner of Jun Ci's lips twitched, and the words didn't carry any special meaning, but the lingering sound still made the heart tremble slightly.
Calling Fu Jingmiao seemed to have some other meaning.
I couldn't help but approached the direction of Junci two steps: "Director, this is the case, I have some script problems, I want to find you, and ask your opinion..."
There was already some shyness in his tone.
Coupled with her amorous look, it's like a beauty hiding next to a banana fan and looking at you secretly.
Unspeakable charm and taste.
Junci always has a vision to choose people, and actors choose their own styles.
But I didn't expect the idea to hit myself.
She chuckled as she was about to retreat, when Jiang Yi just came out of the elevator.
I saw Fu Jingmiao approaching Junci.
He was not stupid, he saw something immediately, he said, "Spicy eyes."
Come over and look at Fu Jingmiao condescendingly, with the usual contempt in his tone: "Do you have something to direct you?"
Fu Jingmiao can't stand such a strong Jiang Yi, although Jiang Yi's face has someone who can't help his heartbeat to speed up the impulse, but when this person has a cold breath, a look can make you understand When there is a gap, you will immediately feel a desperate mood.
Fu Jingmiao was embarrassed twice, then lowered her head, "I'm sorry the director, I will ask you again when I'm filming."
As soon as she left, Jun Ci cast a glance at Jiang Yi: "Are you so unkind to women?"
"What's not friendly?"
Jiang Yi snorted disdainfully: "If you really want to introduce you better, this kind of woman is here for fame. You also want this kind of level?"
He didn't say anything too bad, but the feeling of being aloof was too obvious.
If his buddies were here, it would be even harder to say.
At their level, they didn't really value the entertainment industry.
Especially actresses and supermodels.
Those are the playthings of people like them.
Although Jiang Yi doesn't do this, there are many examples around him.
Junci: "..."
She was too lazy to talk about these issues with the mentally retarded, and waved her hand: "Don't mess around, I'll tell you. When I'm filming, you'd better not be gesticulating around, and be quiet as a chicken. Film people."
Jun Ci was taking it for granted. Jiang Yi had a rebellious mentality at the time, but as soon as he turned his glasses, he said, "Okay."
This person's eyes seemed to be shining, and the deep contours of the perfect eye shape looked particularly good-looking, but Junci read out a bad idea from it.
Jiang Yi could never be so honest.
But the next day, Jiang Yi did not show any moths, but that was because after seeing Junci’s tyrant's performance on the set, he successfully choked his thoughts of doing something to death in the cradle. .