"Miss Xu, I think we should be able to talk about cooperation directly. I tell you, this script is written by me. That's not..."
No matter what he Dao said, dyed white's eyes still fell on sumo.
"Yes." the slender boy said a very light sentence. He looked at several strands of broken hair scattered in the girl's ears. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pinned the hair after dyeing his white ears. After reacting to what he had done, sumo's white fingers pressed against the corners of his lips and coughed gently. The temperature at the tip of his ears was a little hot.
Ran Bai didn't feel anything. She looked at Su Mo with a smile, and then said to he Dao, "talk to Xu tomorrow. He is... Feihuang's artist."
After thinking about the identity behind dyed white, he Dao thought it was ok, so he nodded.
In addition to the cooperation, sumo's identity needs to be pondered. It was still a black family before, but dye used some means to directly arrange an identity card for sumo from the orphanage, and the identity card was also handled.
When we talk about cooperation with Xu tomorrow, we will talk in more detail.
And
About the TV series that he Dao wants to shoot, ranbai also intends to buy the copyright.
After all, this TV play is really good. It has been predicted before dyeing white and can be popular.
What's more, it's still the first play to be added by her beauty official.
Naturally, everything needs to be more refined. While dyeing white, she is calculating in the bottom of her heart about copyright, investment, and then arranging some scene shooting and so on
Must be the best. At night,
The white three-story villa hidden in the lush trees is like a pair of thick ink and heavy color ink paintings. Every stroke is amazing. The light from the windows on each floor gives a slightly bright light to the originally obscure night.
The villa is brightly lit,
The lobby on the first floor,
It's time after dinner,
The girl in a white T-shirt lazily nestled on the sofa, her long legs folded randomly, and her exposed ankle was beautiful and white in the warm orange light.
Her white fingers supported her beautiful forehead, and her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on the fundus of her eyes. She was playing with her mobile phone by all kinds of scoundrels, looking listless.
As if she thought of something, she suddenly said to Xu Fu, who was sitting at the table reading the newspaper, without raising her eyes, "prepare the best film and television shooting team of Feihuang media."
Xu Fu said "ah?" and didn't respond for a moment. After figuring out what the girl meant, he looked up blankly, looked at the lazy figure on the sofa and asked, "why do you say this suddenly? White, you suddenly want to make a TV play? No problem, what script? Who do you want to play?"
For a series of words asked by Xu Fu without hesitation, dyed white fingertips gently knocked on the mobile phone screen. The reflected light reflected the girl's fingertips, which were white and translucent.
"It's Xiake, Dad. You should know," she looked very careless. "The protagonist has been set."
Listening to what the girl said, Xu's father shook his hand with the newspaper and almost didn't throw the newspaper out. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "Isn't it difficult for your father... This new work of he Dao, although Feihuang also wants to cooperate with him, he can't stand the high background of others and isn't necessarily willing to sell the copyright to Feihuang."
What's more, those who have been on the international stage may not be able to see Feihuang.
The development of the Xu family here is high, but not necessarily in other places.