After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Xu Ruotong was about to say something, when he heard this sentence suddenly, he was very surprised: "What did you say?!"

Qu Lingyun?

Is it the Qu Lingyun she knew?

The first director of the Great Xia Empire, Qu Lingyun that even Glenn wants to invite?

"What joke are you talking about?" Xu Ruotong was half contemptuous or dismissive, "Just you, see Qu Lingyun? Are you worthy?"

How many first-line actors can't get into Qu Lingyun's eyes, Si Fuqing is a female idol who is incompetent in singing and dancing, yet to see Qu Lingyun?

What a fantasy.

"It looks like I don't want to see you." Si Fu pulled his coat closer, "Then I'll go first. Please sign for something tomorrow."

"What?" Xu Ruotong was stunned for a moment. Seeing that the girl was about to leave, he immediately became anxious, "Speak clearly! Speak clearly!"

She couldn't keep up this time, and the phone ringing blocked her.

Caller ID is her agent.

Xu Ruotong hurriedly picked it up: "Hey, Sister Li, I—"

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted.

The voice was not the manager, but the company boss: "Xu Ruotong! Do you know what you did today? The Internet is scolding you to death, and the company is being scolded along with it."

"Play the video and hammer yourself, do you still have any brains? You have a big chest and no brains!"

Xu Ruotong was scolded and fainted, her lips trembled: "President, I..."

"What are you, I'll tell you when you're done! Hurry back!" The other end of the phone roared, "Because of you, several event dealers have broken up with the company. What are you doing outside?! Get back!"

Xu Ruotong's hands trembled, and his face gradually turned pale.

She didn't dare to stay any longer, and trotted away embarrassedly with her bag in hand.

**

Here, in the box.

Qu Lingyun sat upright, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a little more gentle.

He was flipping through a script in his hand.

There was a knock on the door, and Si Fuqing walked in.

"You're finally here." Seeing her, Qu Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you let me dove."

"It's possible to let you go." Si Fuqing took off his jacket, "It's impossible to let go of money."

Qu Lingyun: "..."

At any rate, don't show some face in front of him.

"This is the contract, take a look." Qu Lingyun took out a document from his briefcase, his eyes burning brightly, "If there is no problem, let's sign it."

Si Fuqing flipped through it, and keenly noticed that the contract was signed by her, and Tianle Media was not mentioned from beginning to end.

Qu Lingyun also said at this time: "I signed you, not Tianle Media. They really want to ask for money from me. Let's see if they have the ability."

He Qu Lingyun has this confidence.

"It's good, no problem." Si Fuqing nodded, "But I also said that I have too many black fans and it's crazy."

"Where can you go crazy? Throwing sulfuric acid on you or what?" Qu Lingyun didn't believe it, "Let me see."

A director at his level has no time to pay attention to the remarks in the entertainment industry.

"It seems that you really don't understand my black fan group." Si Fuqing handed over the phone, "steady."

As soon as he took over the phone, Qu Lingyun saw that Si Fuqing's most scolded Weibo comment was approaching 50,000.

The following all let her get out of the entertainment circle and send ghost pictures.

Qu Lingyun after reading it: "..."

He silently put down the phone and moved away from Si Fuqing in awe.

Really crazy.

"Since the fandom and marketing methods were brought into Daxia's entertainment circle, a lot of the atmosphere has been corrupted." Qu Lingyun frowned, "But don't worry, you will become popular."

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows: "So, do you really dare to use me? How do you know that I must be a good person?"

"Why don't you dare?" Qu Lingyun's tone was always arrogant, he snorted coldly, "I, Qu Lingyun, have never been allowed to see people, not those blind directors."

"So happy to cooperate." Si Fuqing signed his name and stretched out his hand, "Director Qu."

Qu Lingyun was stunned for a moment, and only regained consciousness after a few seconds, and hurriedly shook hands with her: "Sorry, I lost my mind."

At that moment, he looked at each other, and he had the illusion that he saw Yun Lan.

Qu Lingyun sighed.

If there is another Yunlan in the Great Xia Empire, why won't Glenn bow his head and become a minister?

pity.

Qu Lingyun shook his head and ordered the waiter to serve the food.

**

After separating from Qu Lingyun, Si Fuqing returned to Yu Xiheng's villa.

She will come here these days to show him his legs.

"Why did Miss Si come back at this hour?" Feng San glanced at the time, "Did you encounter any problems on the way?"

"No, I had a meal with a friend in the circle." Si Fuqing lazily said, "I made a small sum of money."

Hearing the word "Qian", Xiaobai's eyes lit up in her bag, and he let out a groan.

Si Fuqing pressed it down coldly: "No, don't think about it."

Xiaobai: "Hey."

Yu Xiheng is reading in the study.

Si Fuqing showed him his legs according to the previous procedure and thoughtfully: "Boss, to be honest, I don't think you really have leg problems."

"Well." Yu Xiheng's voice was slow, "I can't see it, so it's difficult to treat."

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows.

Yu Xiheng raised her eyes, reached out her hand, and stroked the girl's head.

The tone is as straightforward as ever.

"Hair up."

Si Fuqing: "..."

Touch her head again!

She couldn't control her killing intent at all.

Si Fuqing took a step back and took out the little white dog: "Xiao Bai, come on! Bite him!"

A certain Pixiu who was drooling at the golden pen on Yu Xiheng's table: "?!!"

What does it have to do with it?

Yu Xiheng looked at her with her chin up: "It's still up, come here."

"Okay." Si Fuqing walked in unhurriedly.

The next second, she pressed the man on the table with lightning speed, and said, "Don't move! You are punished!"

Feng San, who just came in with a fruit plate: "???"

Did he come in the wrong way?

What did he see?

"Okay." Yu Xiheng was half helpless, half funny, "I have to go out in a few days, or on the weekend, do you have time?"

"There should be." Si Fu leaned up and warned, "Don't touch my head."

She turned her head and smiled: "Hi, Sansan, it's hard work."

Feng San, who felt connoted, said: "..."

He was the only co-author who was an oppressed migrant worker who was never asked for his opinion.

**

This time there was a lot of noise. When Si Fuqing returned to his small apartment, there was a lively discussion on the Internet.

Xie Yu's fans are focusing on attacking Xu Ruotong, Lin Qingyan and the show team, but Si Fuqing has a lot of black fans, and they are all working hard.

[It's okay to apologize to Xie Yu, there is no need to apologize to Si Fuqing. 】

[It's not that I said that the lawyer's letters of celebrities these days are all decorations. If you have the ability, you can go directly to the police station to report the case, and you have a little credibility. 】

[The last time I sent a lawyer's letter to tell netizens to spread rumors, it turned out to be true after a few days. I don't believe the lawyer's letter anymore. 】

[Speaking of which, Tianle Media doesn't care about Si Fuqing. She doesn't even have a lawyer, so how can she send a lawyer's letter? 】

Ask for a ticket, see you tomorrow~~

I’m really convinced by my roommate. I know that my spirit and sleep are not good. I went to bed at eleven o’clock. It was still noisy at one o’clock. After the noise, I deliberately slammed the door.