“Good sister.”

The little sister at the front desk wanted to stop the cold and tired, but because of the appearance of Wen Yue Bamboo, she asked a good one.

The elevator door is closed.

When Wen Yue Zhu first entered the elevator, he pressed the floor, and the elevator climbed up.

“You’re here, what are you doing?”

Soon, the moon was adjusted.

Her success is supported by tens of millions of fans.

She doesn’t care about the past.

There is no evidence, it is useless to say it.

But cold flying tired of this look is still very good.

If not for the sake of knowing his past, he also knows that he and another company besides himself, Lin Jian, also have an affair.

Whether she was in the beginning or now, she is a big obstacle.

The two styles are different and the direction is not the same.

But because it is in the same company, it can't be compared.

Recently, Lin Xiul is focusing on music, the company has a lot of appearances in large-scale variety, TV series, movies, are both to take over.

Perhaps the director's crew after a variety of script considerations, the selection is Lin Jian.

But because it is in the same company, it is necessary to fight for a sister position.

Some roles, she thinks she can also be perfect competent.

They are more willing to appear in front of the screen and increase their exposure than Lin Xiuel, who just wants to concentrate on being a singer.

Only by being seen in front of the screen, being seen by different, more people, can have more fans.

Maybe in this series, no one sees themselves.

It was seen in the next show.

If it cannot be seen in the next variety, go to the next variety to be seen.

The audience in this TV series may be this age group, so go to the next TV series and accept the likes of different age groups.

So even if she has reached this position and ranks in the line, she still does not relax.

She stared at the cold tired, if not him, now the company's sister, only her!

"I'll come back."

Cold tired of putting his hands in his pocket, watching the year and month of the elevator display, and faintly uttering those four words.

“The comeback?”

The moon is raised.

"I heard there were a few songs out there that couldn't find the right person to sing, and I thought, I can."Cold to say confidently.

Wen Yue Yue Na drew red lips and gently slammed down, “Why should I sing to you?”

“Because... what do you mean?”

Cold flying tired is still in self-confidence, suddenly slowed down, frowning.

“I’m a shareholder in this company, so I have a close relationship with this company.If you don't have an appointment, you can call the security guard to take you out at any time."

The moon turns to the face of the people.

At first, she was tired of the cold.

But in the beginning, she also paid a price for it.

Now she succeeded.

After the success, she did not want the previous black history to be wrapped around her side.

Even if the cold-flying look, temperament, and body are in line with her other half of the aesthetic, she hopes that cold tired can stay away from her life.

She is different now than she was before.

She didn’t want to be cold and tired still to look at her today as she did before.

I don't want to hate the past, to hold her all kinds of things today.

The identity is different, she has her own new life, new standards, the aesthetic standards of many things, the attitude of the situation, there is a big difference.

"Oh?"Is that so?”

It was cold, as if to find out his relationship with the company.

Look at the time on the elevator again.

He said, “Well, that’s another way.Is it interested in making money?”

“Making money?You say you?”

Wen Yue Bamboo snorted, she knew the strength of cold and tired, but today's showbiz, the most important thing is the strength of people.

Anyone can have power.

Anyone can have talent.

Anyone can have acting.

“Yes.”

Cold and confident.

He is confident in his strength, and he believes that his voice can help those good music to get a good ranking.

No, you can get a good ranking.

“It’s different.”

Wen Yue Bamboo is not to look down on cold and tired, but she has played very thoroughly in this circle, and she has seen many things very clearly.

“It’s different?Do you know my strength?”

Cold tired of Wen Yue Zhu's attitude to himself, he can be despised.

But they are not allowed to be despised by their own strength.

"Listen to me now at number one on the music charts."

Wen Yue Zhu divided the earphones in his hand into a cold and tired, and opened a piece of music.

It was cold to find that she was carrying headphones with her.

Many boys and girls who pursue fashion use headphones as an ornament, so he did not think of Wen Yue Zhu listening to music.

Maybe she was just wearing it before and didn’t listen.

Wearing headphones, being approached by Wen Yue Bamboo, cold and tired of not being confused by the smell of perfume she exudes.

And because she came close, the whiteness of the neckline was not disturbed.

Not because of her maintenance, may also have a fine-tuning more delicate face, fascinated.

He is calm.

Because of this cold eye.

Women's color or something, fat powder tastes or something, are all over-the-eye clouds.

In his eyes, there is only music.

Even with a headset, he can immerse himself in the world of music.

Covering another ear, he managed to enter his own music world.

“What the fuck?“Is that music too?”

I’m tired of listening to a whole song.

Even though he couldn’t hear it for a minute, he still finished the song.

It is a respect for music.

No matter how bad the music is, it is also the heart of a team.

When the team made the music, it was the equivalent of giving birth to a child.

It is only they, who may not be able to know how bad the music is when they are the authorities.

He wanted to know where the whole story was.

In fact, he wants to know why such a song can go to the top of the list.

He was disappointed.

Until he listened to the whole song, he did not find any remarkable explosion point from this whole song.

The music is good.

But the singers of the song are too many.

He didn’t think it was sung by a man who said he was a singer.

"This is the current aesthetic standard, as long as there is traffic, as long as the fan base of the traffic star is big enough."Even if it's not good music, it can be pushed down to a good place."