Chatper 51 (1/2)

Zhang Xintong blushed with anger at Director Zhou's words, so she could only look at Rong Tingyao with great aggrievedness, hoping that Rong Tingyao could make a decision for herself and say something for herself.

Rong Tingyao was also flipping through Weibo, seeing that the official blog was full of comments from Hei Shi Xiaoxiao, his smile suddenly sank a little.

"Zhang Xintong, I think you are making yourself unhappy."

Zhang Xintong was startled by his sudden voice, "Young Master Rong, I just posted a Weibo...I didn't expect such a big reaction..."

"You are not a newcomer to the entertainment industry, so how could you not know what negative effects your Weibo will have?" Rong Tingyao lit a cigarette and was about to take a puff, but Shi Xiaoxiao snatched it away quickly into his glass.

Rong Tingyao looked at her helplessly, "Okay, I won't smoke."

Shi Xiaoxiao nodded in satisfaction.

Everyone, "..." Hehe, what did you see?

Ignoring those stunned people, he was holding his mobile phone and playing with it, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, but no matter how he looked at it, it was sarcasm.

"This drama is a big production of Ronghuang Entertainment. You can change the direction of the wind with just one sentence. Tell me what should I do to you."

Rong Tingyao smiled deeply, seeming to deepen his tone on purpose.

"A young actor who dares to confront me head-on, isn't he looking for death?" Rong Tingyao tilted the phone, as if feeling the weight of the phone, his eyes sank, and he smashed the phone hard on Zhang Xintong's naked body shoulders.

Zhang Xintong wailed, as if she was in excruciating pain, and staggered back after being hit.

The place where the left shoulder was hit swelled immediately, and her face became grim due to the pain, as if the bones had been cracked, making her tremble slightly.

Step by step, he walked to Zhang Xintong's side with heavy steps, forcefully picked up her face and squeezed her face, "If it wasn't for your face, you still want to film..." He lowered his head and sneered, "The phone was smashed." It's your face."

Zhang Xintong was breathing rapidly, swallowing saliva non-stop, she was really a little frightened at the moment.

"Young Master Rong..."

"Don't you like taking pictures and posting on Weibo? Keep taking pictures, just say that I, Rong Tingyao, deliberately tripped you up." He sneered.

Now her shoulders are hurting, and her face is being pinched tightly as if to squeeze her

The bones are crushed.

"I made a mistake, Young Master Rong...I don't dare...I really don't dare..."

Zhang Xintong kept shaking her head and begged Rong Tingyao to let go, her face was covered with tears and she was very embarrassed.

Throwing Zhang Xintong away in disgust, "give me the phone." Rong Tingyao walked up to Director Zhou and said something lightly.

Director Zhou immediately took out the phone and handed it over respectfully.

Rong Tingyao called Yan Xun, "Add an extra function to the beauty software, go to Zhang Xintong's Weibo, make the beauty special effects like that, and let all the stars in the company use the software to post selfies on Weibo."

Yan Xun was choked, what's the matter? What's wrong?

Yan Xing quickly turned on the computer and browsed Zhang Xintong's Weibo. After seeing the comments below, he immediately understood.

"Leave this matter to me, and it must be done beautifully. It will take an hour to do all the calculations."