Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Checking the Almanac

Qin Yikuo saw Tong Yan, his eyes flickered, and he revealed a hint of a smile as he walked up to her, ”It seems today is my lucky day, to run into Yanyan.”

Oh.

Then today must be her unlucky day.

Better check the almanac before leaving home next time!

Tong Yan sighed, somewhat regretfully, ”It seems today is not suitable for going out.”

Qin Yikuo’s hands, hanging by his sides, gently clenched and then released. He paused, about to speak, when Gu Shuang, standing next to him, took a few steps and lifted her head, ”Tong Yan, long time no see.”

”I’m doing just fine,” Tong Yan nodded with feigned seriousness, looking her up and down, ”but I wonder how you’re doing, Gu Shuang, seems that Mr. Huang is kind-hearted, knows how to cherish the fair sex.”

Gu Shuang’s body stiffened, her mind flashing back to the derelict factory, where several men’s hands freely roamed over her body, a surge of hatred rose from within, threatening to burst out.

If not for this woman in front of her, how could she have suffered such indignities!

She took a deep breath, suppressing the resentment, and smiled, ”Tong Yan, are you here to shoot a magazine cover? I know President Liang here, do you want an introduction?”

President Liang...

She remembered he seemed to be the president of ”MR” Magazine, apparently an older man, much older than Mr. Huang.

It seems the pictures she took today won’t make it onto the cover of ”MR” Magazine in this lifetime.

Whether or not she appeared on the magazine, Tong Yan didn’t care.

But if Brother Feng found out, he’d probably be furious?

Brother Feng, she really didn’t mean it, hey!

#BrotherFengDon’tCry, StandUpAndFight!#

Tong Yan looked at Gu Shuang with admiration, ”You’re really impressive.”

Flirting here and there, no one can beat her skill at seduction.

Mixing in the same circle, pretending to be virtuous, yet sleeping with one and another, still having the face to ridicule her, Gu Shuang was so angry she reeled back, ”You, you, Tong Yan, just you wait, it won’t end well for you!”

Oh.

Last time, she seemed to ask her to wait too?

Repeating the same old lines, sigh, no creativity.

Tong Yan kindly reminded, ”Sure, go ahead and call for reinforcements, be it Mr. Huang, or President Liang, I’m waiting.”

Gu Shuang pointed her trembling finger at her, snorted heavily, and dragged Qin Yikuo away.

Watching their receding backs, Tong Yan felt a sudden sentimentality, invincibility is indeed lonely.

...

In the evening, the official Weibo of ”MR” released a series of behind-the-scenes photos of Tong Yan’s shoot for the magazine, the post read: Next issue of ”MR” cover: Tong Yan.

The fans, delighted with the rare style, saved them secretly, making them phone wallpapers, almost licking the screen in delight.

How could their Little Fatty be so beautiful!

Her fans began eagerly anticipating the magazine’s release, if the behind-the-scenes pics are so beautiful, the official images would be stunning!

The film crew in N City had just finished a scene.

Bo Yimo sat on a chair, resting with his eyes closed, the sunset glow playing on his face, outlining his flawless profile like a cold snow lotus on a mountaintop, unattainable.

”Oh my god, Little Fatty’s photos are breathtaking, I must save them secretly.”

”What are you talking about? What happened to Little Fatty?”

”You don’t know yet? The photos posted by the ’MR’ Weibo account, who knew Taming Tong had such a fresh side.”

...

Not far away, the staff were gossiping animatedly.

Bo Yimo opened his eyes, like a sky full of stars, a fleeting brilliance, ”Yuan Lang, give me the phone.”

Yuan Lang, Bo Yimo’s manager.