My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 834 - 753: Any Advice?
"Of course, I believe I will do well in this play," Hua Tiantian said confidently.
"There’s a kissing scene in this play, did Meng Yan agree to that?"
Hua Tiantian’s eyes widened, "Why wouldn’t he agree? It’s a professional requirement. How could he disagree? He and I have nothing to do with each other."
Qin Miaomiao looked at Hua Tiantian, her palm-sized delicate face full of confusion, thinking that with her nerves so dull, Meng Yan liking her is really unfortunate.
Even as an outsider, she could see how good Meng Yan was to her, yet as an insider, she didn’t take Meng Yan seriously. She could only let Meng Yan see to his own good luck.
The start date for the new drama was quickly set, and the person playing opposite her was a newcomer, tall and skinny. When taking promotional photos, his body language was very stiff; when taking intimate photos with her, even his facial muscles froze, and his expression looked at her not like a beloved woman, but like a demon.
The photographer saw the guy was not feeling it in the photos and stepped up personally to guide his actions.
"Yes, yes, like this, bring your faces closer!"
"The leading lady’s face should be closer to the leading man!"
Hua Tiantian saw that he was really nervous and thought about how she had been a newcomer too, so she comforted him, told him to relax, and even took him out for a meal to help him not be so tense around her.
Hua Tiantian was always good to people and got along well with colleagues, so the leading man finally got into character, and the shoot finally proceeded smoothly.
Qin Miaomiao told Meng Yan about Hua Tiantian’s new web drama, and Meng Yan said he knew, even telling Qin Miaomiao to take care of the newcomer working with her. Qin Miaomiao looked at the promotional photos they were shooting, and with a mischievous thought, sent a few that looked particularly intimate to Meng Yan.
Meng Yan was holding a meeting with the company’s top brass, pointing at a finished PPT, preparing the plan for next year. The person in charge, holding the already prepared plan, was eloquently speaking, spitting with enthusiasm, when a new email popped up on Meng Yan’s laptop.
It was from Qin Miaomiao, containing promotional photos of Hua Tiantian’s new drama, along with a laughing emoji.
Meng Yan was unfazed, clicked open the email, and what met his eyes were the promotional photos of Hua Tiantian and the male lead. Hua Tiantian’s fair, tender, bun-like face was pressed against the male lead’s face, and her smile was dazzling like springtime!
In his impression, Hua Tiantian had never smiled so sweetly at him before, and now she starts swooning over a man she’d just met? Were her eyes blind? He looked much more handsome than that so-called male lead, with style and flair, and there she went, blithely sidling up to him.
Meng Yan felt a breath stuck in his chest, growing distracted, his mind entirely occupied with the thought that he needed to fly back quickly, for if he didn’t, the bride he had set his heart on would be snatched away by some unknown little rascal.
The manager had just finished reading out the plan, standing dumbfounded in the conference room. He was very pleased with the plan he had written, expecting the boss to praise him a bit. Little did he know, after he delivered his long speech, the boss’s face looked very unwell, a steely blue, a posture as if someone had cuckolded him, with a terrifyingly scary expression.
He self-examined, wondering if something was poorly written or if he had done something wrong that made the president so furious. Meng Yan, after waiting a while, glanced at the manager, not speaking for a long time, his heroic brows furrowing, he rapped on the table, "Finished talking?"
The manager was so scared he broke out in a cold sweat, "Finished, what instructions does the president have?"
