Wen Nuan and her good friend Tang Mandong borrowed so money to temporarily house her mother and Wen Jing. The three of them rented a small apartnt. She was the eldest child in the family and had to bear the burden of the family. Fortunately, it was sumr vacation and she didn’t need to go to school.
She stroked Wen Jing’s head and said softly, "Xiao Jing, I will definitely get your tuition paid before school starts."
Wen Jing stubbornly bit her lower lip and remained silent as Wen Nuan went out the door.
She was an acting major at A City Film Academy. She was about to enter her second year after the sumr vacation and was in desperate need of money. Acting was not a realistic thing for her and she had not officially signed a contract with any agency. There was a senior schoolmate who was now a famous little star. He introduced her to the audition and said that if she succeeded, he could arrange for her to sign a contract. It was a costu drama and she played a little girl with few scenes, but she was rejected in the audition because she was not suitable.
Wen Nuan didn’t care. She planned to look for so print ads or act in so small dramas. Anything goes, as long as it can make money she’s willing to do it.
Tang Mandong had loaned her a large sum of money, and she had to rely on herself to pay off the rest.
She had been interviewed by many companies over the past few days. She wanted to shoot print advertisents. The companies were all small advertising companies, and she had so good friends who introduced her to the companies.
Wen Nuan was tall, well-proportioned, with a pure and easily-colored face. She can be windy if you want her to be windy, and innocent if you want her to be innocent.
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The talks went well and they almost signed a contract, but it fell through in the end. Wen Nuan wasn’t stupid, she knew there was soone blocking them from behind, and she couldn’t think of anyone else but Fang Liucheng.
After walking all morning and bumping into walls everywhere, Wen Nuan sat listlessly outside the square, eating the cheapest bread to fill her stomach. Her old friends called out to her one by one, but except for Mandong, no one could help her. Even if they wanted to help him, they couldn’t stop Fang Liucheng’s sabotage.
Although she felt bitter in her heart, she always smiled. Wen Nuan was an optimistic and strong girl. Her smile was exactly like her na.
Just as I was about to pack up to go to another advertising company to audition, I suddenly saw an image like this appear on the big screen in the square: a luxurious room, a charming big bed, a woman lying on the bed, her back half-open, her cloud-like hair scattered all over the pillow, black and white in color, the embroidered butterfly on her shoulder was bright and eye-catching, and the cara was zood in.
The advertisent is very short, only about ten seconds, with close-up images of half-naked won, accompanied by beautiful music, and finally four bottles of Butterfly series perfu appeared on the cara. The only line is.
’5203, I love you. Co find .’
This is a beautiful perfu advertisent. The ’5203’ is originally a part of the Butterfly series of won’s perfus from An Ning. Paired with the butterfly on the woman’s shoulder and a tagline like this, it has a certain allure, enticing won to actively seek out the perfu.
It is very sensational and undoubtedly a very creative advertisent.
However, for Wen Nuan it was a lightning strike.
The woman is clearly her.
This is an advertisent, but there is an unexpectedly inserted introduction. "This is an advertisent designed and photographed by Ye Feimo, president of An Ning International Group, for the newly launched Butterfly 5203 series perfu. Miss, do you still rember 5203?"
Maybe the others didn’t know what the last sentence ant, but it was sothing else for Wen Nuan.
The person that night was... Ye Feimo?
"Wow, what a beautiful picture."
"That sentence is really astonishing!"
"It doesn’t look like an advertisent at all. More like... hinting at sothing?" a woman whispered. "What does that woman have to do with the ad? How could soone possibly make a perfu ad like this?"
"Now that you ntion it, it is indeed true..."
Wen Nuan’s mind went blank and she floated towards the bus stop like a ghost.
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An Ning International building, lounge on the ground floor.
Wen Nuan sat there restless all afternoon, her face twitching from nervousness. At the sa ti, she was so angry that she wanted to kill soone. Ye Feimo actually exposes it to the entire town in this way. What exactly is he going to do?
He did it without her consent, which was a violation of his rights and an exaggeration.
’Do you rember 5203?’ ’Co find on your own!’ It was clearly Ye Feimo’s way of telling her to co to him on her own initiative. Otherwise, she didn’t dare to think about what the consequences would be.
That’s too much.
The whole town is actually looking for her.
Whenever she thought about the sensation caused by that advertisent, she felt ashad and angry. Even passersby could see what the photographer was insinuating with the double entendre. How could she not know?
It was raining outside, just like his mood at the ti.
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It’s ti to go ho and most people in the building are gone. Wen Nuan thought that perhaps he had his own private elevator and had already left from the parking lot. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go up and find him, but the receptionist downstairs said that an appointnt was needed to see the president, and the look in her eyes was filled with disdain. She’s not going to make a fool of herself.
When night ca, it was raining heavily. She was worried about her mother and Xiaojing, so she rushed into the rain without thinking. She ran so fast, that she didn’t realize the car was going too fast from the side. Wen Nuan was so scared that she didn’t react at all.
The man looked at the woman’s face as the light swept out, and a strange color swept across those ever-cold eyes.
The blood vessels in his hand that grip the steering wheel protrude, and a sarcastic arch appears at the perfect corner of his lips. Wen Nuan was extrely frightened although unhard, but she was a little angry. It was obviously a green light, did the person not even look at the traffic lights when driving?
Wen Nuan is an intelligent woman. When she saw that it was the latest Lamborghini model, she didn’t dare talk to its owner about traffic regulations. Right now, only rich people can rule.
She turned around and left, fearing that if she left too late she would be blackmailed.
The luxurious, arrogant Lamborghini stopped beside her. The man lowered the window glass, and his cold voice froze people’s hearts in the cool rain.
"Get in the car."
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