Chapter 217 (1/2)
The next day, the news of Yan Guoguo, the third line anchor, accompanying Ling Han, the president of Tonghuan entertainment group, to open a house was just like a piece of paper flying, appearing in the lacy news of major entertainment editions.
Linghan has always had a lot of fringe news. In the past, besides Sheng Enron, he also had affairs with many young artists. Most of them didn't last long. Now, it's not surprising that the fringe news has reappeared in people's eyes,
It's just that many people complain about Sheng Enron's injustice, saying that they have gone one after another. I'm afraid that this rich family is not so easy to enter.
The only beneficiary is Yin Guoguo. The number of fans on the TR platform has soared. Many people have a curiosity mentality to see who crushed Sheng Enron's stunning movie queen,
And Yin Guoguo did have his own way to keep fans. Relying on the affinity that Sheng Enron didn't have, the number of fans increased several times.
Fashion magazine,
Ji Xiaoyue took a batch of new sample clothes and sent them to Su Mang's office. She was inevitably scolded by Su mang. Then she came out with a disheartened face and a stomach full of anger to change her clothes. As she passed by the lattice, she caught a glimpse of the company's new interns secretly watching the live broadcast on the computer.
It hit her at the muzzle of the gun, so I craned my neck to get close to her.
Just about to get angry, I suddenly saw the word ”Linghan” on the live chat interface.
She was dazzled by a long list of comments, but she still captured a few key messages,
”Guoguo, what's the relationship between Linghan and you?”
”Are you Ling Han's new girlfriend?”
”You don't look like Sheng Enron.”
By the time I saw these, Ji Xiaoyue was furious. She yanked on the earphone cable and heard the intern's trembling voice mixed with the female anchor's coquetry,
”Sister Xiaoyue...”
“……”
”No, I'm a superior and subordinate in my work with general manager Ling. I'm just friends who have a good relationship. Don't get me wrong.”
These days, friends who have a good relationship are basically admitted in disguise.
Ji Xiaoyue stares at the intern fiercely, and her 1.8-meter-old son is shriveled and drooped. ”Do you want to watch the live broadcast at work?”
”I'm wrong, I dare not, sister Xiaoyue...”
Ji Xiaoyue is a good talker, but she is very grumpy today. It's really hard to underestimate. The little boy who is an intern has a pleading face,
”Don't tell my sister...”
Ji Xiaoyue stares at the mobile phone and shouts impolitely,
”What broken live broadcast software, give me delete, and you this taste, on this net red face you also like, how do you enter the fashion?”