On the way back to Jinhua, Ruan Qi sent a microblog.

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Just after the microblog was sent, Shen Wenqian's mobile phone sounded a prompt sound of special attention.

He turned on his cell phone while waiting for the red light and couldn't help laughing.

"So happy?" he asked.

Ruan Qi nodded his little head and beamed: "of course! The first role! It's still my favorite lady Yu ~"

"Play well if you like. Director Wu's crew can learn a lot." Shen Wenqian sighed, "I really didn't expect you to play so well. I was stunned when I saw the audition video just now. I didn't expect I signed a talented player."

Ruan Qi smiled with a little sadness.

Where is talent?

She can act like this. It's all tortured by Bai Li.

Bai Li: Thank you!

……

Xi's office.

The wood assistant who was reporting his work heard the familiar prompt tone again.

He closed his mouth very wisely, silently watched his boss turn on his mobile phone and skillfully click into the microblog.

Xi Jiu stared at the duck picture on Ruan Qi's microblog for a while, then long pressed the screen and clicked save.

Then he quit the microblog, switched his account, entered Ruan Qi's home page again, and liked the latest microblog.

After all this, Xi Jiu calmly locked his cell phone and put it aside.

"Continue."

I saw the wooden assistant of my boss microblog trumpet: "..." I may know too much.

——*——*——

After returning to Jinhua, Ruan Qi began his first performance class since entering the entertainment industry.

There is no reason why Fang Tong can be called the "star making demon king" in the circle.

He not only teaches well, but also has the best torture Kung Fu.

After four hours of performance class, Ruan Qi was tortured and exhausted.

She hung her head and rubbed step by step into Shen Wenqian's office.

As soon as I got to the front desk, I heard a noise in the corridor.

"Shen Wenqian, open the door! I know you're inside. Don't make a noise!"

"Brother Shen, please open the door. I know I'm wrong. I won't dare again."

"Brother Shen, Wuwu... If you don't help me, I really have no way to go!"

Ruan Qi walked over curiously.

At the door of Shen Wenqian's office, a woman with dishevelled hair leaned against the door panel. The two assistants at the front desk pulled her arms left and right for fear that she would do anything unusual.

Ruan Qi stood at the corner and was hesitating whether to go there. The mobile phone prompt tone suddenly rang.

When she turned on her mobile phone, it was Shen Wenqian's wechat.

Shen Wenqian: here comes Yao Xue. Go straight home after class. Don't come to the office

Ruan Qi's eyelids jumped, and she raised her head

Two assistants and Yao Xue, who were attracted by the prompt sound of the mobile phone, are turning their heads to look at her.

"..." Ruan Qi was silent for a second, then raised his hand, "hi ~"

Full score for embarrassment.

Yao Xue saw Ruan Qi and Liu Mei picked.

"Who is she?"

"Miss Ruan, are you back?"

Assistant and Yao Xue's voice sounded at the same time.

"Miss Ruan?" Yao Xue's eyebrows jumped fiercely when she heard the word "Ruan".

She raised her head and stared at Ruan Qi's eyes with sharp eyes.

Gradually, her peach eyes coincided with the picture of wearing a mask in Ruan Qi's microblog.

"Are you Ruan Qi?!"