On the sofa, Su Cheng held the teacup and raised the teacup to the director without surprise. The lights in the hotel were not very bright, and they hit his face, and the eyes were covered with snow. He was gentle and elegant, and his tone was neither anxious nor slow: "Congratulations."

**

Meng Fu dragged his suitcase again and was personally delivered to the dormitory by the director and the planner.

The few people in the dormitory have not yet slept.

There was no camera today, and Jiang Xinran did not have daily paintings. When Meng Fu and the director came back, the few people were a little stunned.

"Producer Lin has left. You can tell me any questions from the staff in the future." The director explained. Of course, this sentence was not for Meng Fu, but for others in the room.

Meng Fu said today that he wanted to terminate the contract, and everyone in the dormitory knew about it.

Now she has not terminated the contract, but the program team's planner has left.

The others looked different.

"By the way, do you four have Weibo? The first trailer is about to be posted, and the publicity team needs your ID." After the director explained, the planner spoke, and he talked about another thing.

Song Jia shook his head, "I'll register one."

Gao Mian had a Weibo post that was so popular that he directly reported to the planner. The planner wrote it down, and then looked at Song Jia, "You can contact me after registering."

Qiao Le looked at Meng Fu and finally came to his senses and gave his Weibo account to the planner.

The planner looked at Jiang Xinran. The dark horse that was unanimously favored by the program team during the last filming and could surpass Song Jia, and smiled, "Where is yours?"

Jiang Xinran reported an id.

The plan wrote it down, then put it away, looked at them with a smile, "Go to rest early, and the program will be recorded normally tomorrow."

The director and the planner were leaving, and Qiao Le hurried to pull Meng Fu's box.

Then he looked at Meng Fu, "Didn't you say you can't come back?"

"It's not impossible, I'm not," Meng Fu lazily took off her coat and went to take a shower. Her snow-white fingertips were placed on the black hole, "I'm afraid Xiao Wei will really die."

"After all, I'm a good citizen."

Qiao Le, “…?”

It's obviously Chinese, why does she feel a little confused?

What does this have to do with good people?

**

The planner and director sent Meng Fu back and breathed a sigh of relief.

I asked how the director convinced Meng Fu.

The director didn't understand it very much. When he went there, he only held 20% of his hope, "Probably, is it because I am sincere?"

He waited at the door of Meng Fu's room for two hours.

I don’t know what Meng Fu ate tonight, and I can eat for two hours.

"It's good that I can come back, otherwise I really can't explain to the public." The planner took his mobile phone, logged on Weibo, and went to find Song Jia and his friends' Weibo.

Song Jia just registered on Weibo, and after searching for it, he followed it directly.

Gao Mian and Qiao Le don’t have many fans on Weibo, both of them are idle Weibo, and there are about one hundred zombie fans.

The planner took screenshots of each Weibo and prepared to send it to the publicity team.

The last Weibo post is Jiang Xinran.

The planner looked at Jiang Xinran’s Weibo name—

Xinran xr.

Then search and directly came up with a blogger account. The planner was originally thinking about clicking in, but when he clicked in, he was suddenly stunned.

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Chapter completed!