Reborn Hot Wife

Jojo turned her head, raised her chin slightly, and stared at Mary Kinson coldly: “Are you questioning my identity as an apprentice of Jane Jiu?”

Just out of the embarrassing place, she began to feel a little high and unconsciously became domineering: “I think you are jealous of me and deliberately came to smash !”

Zhang Bingsheng’s tone also cooled down: “Miss, it is known in the circle that Jojo is an apprentice of Jane Jiu, and she still has a chat record with Jane Jiu to prove it. Don’t make trouble again.”

Mary Kinson said coldly: “Director Zhang, please pay attention to the wording. In the competition you are responsible for, as a plagiarized party, I can’t stand up and claim my rights. Are you too overbearing and dictatorial?”

Whit Ben, who watched with relish, knew that Mary Kinson could not be defeated, so he found an excellent position to sit down, took out his mobile phone, and turned on the recording, and the camera was facing Mary Kinson.

Wait, send the video to the seventh master, and let him see how strong and neat this lad is in front of so many people !

Zhang Bingsheng didn’t react. Isn’t the plagiarized script Jane Jiu’s script? What does it have to do with the girl ?!

Jojo also smiled: “You don’t want to blatantly say that you are slandering Jane Jiu in front of so many people?”

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the abrupt voice interrupted the good play that everyone was watching.

The eyes coincided with the arrival of the people, she saw that the bearer was an old people, about 70 years old, dressed simply, but it could make everyone here awe-inspiring.

He is Yang Zhu, the former director of the Film Bureau, and has high prestige in the film and television industry. He is also recognized as a big screenwriter and director in China, and CCTV blockbusters are basically produced by him.

Yang has helped the domestic film industry grow fast for decades, so almost all the first lessons for filmmakers are listening to his deeds.

Zhang Bingsheng quickly stepped forward and greeted his idol: “Yang ! What wind blew you here?”

Yang Zhu squinted at him and then swept to everyone in the room: “I came to find a friend of mine. I just talked with her on WeChat for a long time. As a result, she seems to be not satisfied with your game, so I came to see what is going on.”

Zhang Bingsheng followed his eyes to the people in the room and silently swallowed his saliva: “Are there any friends in it?”

He didn’t unconsciously offend people, did he?

Jojo took a step back and bowed politely: “Yang, I am fortunate to have met you.”

“Are you Jojo?” Yang Zhu stared at her princess dress, and his eyes showed some surprise.

Jojo nodded cleverly: “Yes.”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“It turns out that Yang ‘s friend is Jojo…”

“What is Jojo’s position? Even Yang can call it?”

“Not simple, not simple.”

“…”

The voice of the people around her is not small, and it reaches Jojo’s ears, which makes her both vain and surprised.

She didn’t even know that she had approached Yang .

Yang nodded slowly, and his hoarse voice was heavy: “I have read the script you wrote before. It was fine to support the elderly at home in recent years. I want to accept an apprentice and see that you have good qualifications.”

Jojo was pleasantly surprised. She felt as if she had won the first prize, and her eyes burst with bright light: “Is this true? Yang Lao, you want to accept me as an apprentice?!”

It happened that at this time, a deserted female voice was like a sharp sword, puncturing her vanity: “But, I don’t think she can do it.”

Everyone was shocked! Who can pick up Yang Lao’s words in this peer tone?

Mary Kinson’s beautiful fox eyes hang slightly, and the bottom of her eyes is like a cold pool.

Jojo stared at her severely: What are you? Is it your turn to speak?

Since Yang Lao is here, she can’t speak.

Zhang Bingsheng raised his hand to help Yang Lao and explained with a respectful smile: “Don’t be angry with Yang Lao. I don’t know who she is, and I don’t know how I can participate.”

Yang Zhu’s eyebrows were instantly gathered, and his eyes were as sharp as immortal light, and he glanced at him: “Isn’t she the one you wrote several letters and finally invited?”

Zhang Bingsheng raised his eyebrows blankly: “I only called all the people who came, and I sent an invitation letter. There is no need to write several letters…”

At this time, he gathered his eyes to re-examineMary Kinson, and his heart gradually welled up with an uneasy mood.

Yang Lao sighed deeply and spoke kindly to Mary Kinson: “I didn’t expect the organizers to don’t know who you are until now. It seems that I shouldn’t contact you again and let you have a look at the game.”

“What?”

Everyone doesn’t know this cold and proud girl, but Yang Lao knows her?

Judging from the tone of Yang Lao talking to her, the relationship between them is not bad?

People’s curiosity and disdain for Mary Kinson’s identity from the beginning have become a little shocked now, and they vaguely feel that her position is not small.

They couldn’t help covering their faces, and they felt very painful.

“But I just read on WeChat, and you said to me that you were disappointed about the competition. Why didn’t it come in vain?” Yang Lao narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

“The competition is quite boring, but if I don’t come, I’m afraid no one knows that Miss Jojo plagiarized.”

In front of Yang Lao, Jojo didn’t dare to play tricks or talk indiscriminately. She only stared at her big watery eyes and suppressed her grievances.

Yang Lao’s face cooled down.

Zhang Bingsheng took into account Jojo’s embarrassment and helped her explain: “Miss Jojo made it very clear that she only borrowed her master’s script and was instructed by her master Zhen Jiu, so please stop talking about plagiarism.”

Mary Kinson sneered: “With only one side of her words, you are convinced, which makes me doubt the relationship between Director Zhang and Miss Zeng. Are there any other hidden feelings…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Miss Jojo and I are clear!” Zhang Bingsheng said, was her sharp eyes as ice forced back to one side.

Mary Kinson lifted her leg and took a step forward. Suddenly, h she said coldly, “When did I accept you as an apprentice? Why don’t I know at all? Hmm?”

Suddenly, the room was as quiet as death, and even the breathing sound was very slight.

Jojo’s pupils were earthquake-like and trembling, and the bottom of his eyes was shocked and afraid.

Really?

“You… impossible… master accepted me as an apprentice in online writing three years ago! You can’t be her!” Jojo’s mood is on the verge of collapse, keeping the last trace of reason to compete.