The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Doting on Her like a Feckless Monarch Chapter 304: Chapter 304: Doting on Her like a Feckless Monarch Little Taotie looked not quite satisfied, blinked, and turned his gaze to Cheng Guodong.

Cheng Guodong immediately understood and signed the contract with the other company.

The director and screenwriter waiting to the side breathed a sigh of relief, truly afraid that he had made a wasted trip.

If Little Taotie didn’t think the juice tasted good, there would be no contract, and he would be unable to shoot the commercial.

Director and screenwriter: “The content of the advertisement is really simple. Just drink coconut juice under a coconut tree, give a thumbs up, and say ‘Awesome!’ Drink pineapple juice in a pineapple field, give a thumbs up, and say ‘Awesome!’ Drink mango juice under a mango tree, give a thumbs up, and say ‘Awesome!’ Finally, lie on the beach with three bottles of juice next to you, drink all three bottles, and lastly give a thumbs up and say ‘Awesome juice, one hundred percent real taste!’”

Cheng Guodong felt a wave of “rustic” charm hitting him.

Little Taotie was already giving a thumbs up and starting to say, “Awesome!”

The director and screenwriter explained: “It may be a bit rustic, but it has an excellent brainwashing effect. We want the audience to remember it. Those flashy but insubstantial plots are not as good as such a direct impact.”

Cheng Guodong sighed, thinking it’s better to keep it simple, and it would be easier for his sister, too.

“All right then, let’s shoot it this way.”

Inside, the director and screenwriter heaved a huge sigh of relief, afraid the client might change the script, which meant they wouldn’t be able to shoot today.

Someone wanted to take Little Taotie to change clothes, but Little Taotie resisted strongly, hugging an empty juice bottle, her little face scrunched up like a steamed bun, “Is there something wrong with my clothes? Why can’t I wear my own clothes for the shoot?”

“That…” The staff Miss Sister found it difficult to explain: “There are specific clothes for the shoot.”

Little Taotie widened his eyes, his eyes shining with moisture, pitifully pleading, “But I just want to film wearing this outfit!”

The Stylist Sister who finished signing the contract came over and asked, “What happened?”

“She wants to wear this sweater for the commercial, but the production crew has prepared specific shooting attire,” Staff Miss Sister replied.

Stylist Sister waved her hand, dismissing the staff, and then squatted down to be eye-level with Little Taotie, asking, “Why do you insist on wearing this outfit? Does it have a special meaning to you?”

Little Taotie replied with a milky voice, “This is my very own new outfit!”

Stylist Sister had already noticed that the clothes Little Taotie was wearing today were quite special, reminiscent of the recent trend of patchwork designs abroad, and she had thought it was custom-made.

She never expected that Little Taotie had made it herself.

Stylist Sister tapped Little Taotie’s little nose and smiled, “You’ve got a very keen fashion sense. Your new outfit is incredibly stylish!”

“Really?” Little Taotie’s eyes sparkled brightly as if he had met a kindred spirit, and he hugged Stylist Sister tightly, rubbing his little cheek against hers, “Then can I film the commercial wearing my stylish sweater, pretty please~”

The little girl rubbed like a kitten, also using her childishly charming voice; Stylist Sister, who already adored Little Taotie, how could she say no?

She simply could not resist Little cutie’s sweet charm attack!

Stylist Sister, like a besotted emperor, nodded in agreement: “Okay, if you want to wear it for the shoot, you can wear it!”

The director and screenwriter, upon hearing the dire news, hurried over trying to dissuade in earnest: “There are four scenes, you should change into different clothes. How can you just wear one outfit for everything?”

Stylist Sister snorted coldly: “If I say it’s okay, then it is okay!”

The director and screenwriter, frail, humble, and spineless, could only nod: “All right, if you think we can shoot, let’s do it.”

Qin Xin massaged his forehead: “…” As expected, his bad feeling had come to pass! His sister was going to be presented to the wide audience wearing that outfit!