Did the Queen’s Vest Fall Out?

Ji Ye paused, and immediately understood what she was talking about, with a smile on his lips: "Yes."

Bai Qi asked: "Wrong number?"

Ji Ye was a bit cunning: "I'm also the general manager of Ji's Group. If I come down to play a role, the company has to welcome me."

Bai Qi was speechless: "Such a high-profile, but also used a pseudonym to participate in the performance? Pretend to be unknown?"

Posting on Weibo with great fanfare, while wearing a small vest, what kind of brain circuit?

Ji Ye smiled: "If the identity is disclosed, the filming of the crew may be very difficult."

Just leave this sentence and continue to concentrate on driving. Bai Qi is smart and understands after a little thought.

The phone vibrated slightly, Bai Qi came back to his senses, and the private message on Weibo lit up.

Cutting in, the official blog of the TV drama made a private chat with her: "Miss Bai?"

Bai Qi replied: "Yes."

The other party couldn't believe it, and asked one more question: "Who is Miss Bai's assistant?"

"Xia Qing."

The staff who managed the official blog were relieved, no wonder she asked more questions! Miss Bai's Weibo is like a zombie account! What if Aite gets the wrong person later? After confirming, he sent a sentence: "Miss Bai, the official will release the promotional photo of Ugly Slave later, Miss Bai, please turn it around!"

"it is good."

"Also, Teacher Ye Ji's Weibo..."

"Look at my watchlist."

The staff clicked in and took a look, speechless with shame: My god, where did these two zombie numbers come from?

Immediately clicked Follow, and then switched back to send a message to Bai Qi: "Okay, thank you Miss Bai."

Bai Qi continued to browse the official Weibo, and then scrolled forward, his eyes locked on the audition video that Lu Xinran washed white.

She smiled slightly.

At that time, the audition scene was very big, and the secrecy in various places was not bad, so the entertainment reporters didn't get any big news. It was because of this that Lu Xinran was not suspected immediately after the announcement of the hostess selection.

To be honest, if Lu Xinran learned to be good, Bai Qi would still give her a high look if she acted in such a peaceful manner, but Lu Xinran would not do it! A god who has no traffic and insists on creating traffic, unexpectedly came a wave of self-defeating operations, and insisted on tossing something out!

That day, after Zhu Ningning posted on Weibo's big V questioning Lu Xinran's news, Bai Qi once asserted: Lu Xinran will come out to clean up if he can't hold on at night! Sure enough, as she expected, the official blog hastily posted a "special audition video" in the afternoon.

The crew of Nongyin is not that stupid, the operation should know that it is appropriate to wait at least one day to stand up in this situation!

But Lu Xinran couldn't wait! Even if she directs and acts on her own, she can't stand being criticized. So within a few hours of the big V's hacking, she directly asked the official to publish it.

Too urgent!

Too much rush!

Anyone with a little brain can understand what's going on.

Before Bai Qi could think too much, the phone vibrated, and an unread message was displayed on Weibo.

She was leaning against the window, resting her chin with her right hand, with a relaxed posture. She fiddled with the phone with her left hand alone, and clicked on the red message reminder.

From @电视剧写音的阿特: "Stealthly released a still photo~~~~~ It's inconvenient to reveal the identities of the two in the play, but...it's right if it looks good! @白琦，@JY."

Bai Qi clicked on the picture attached below, which happened to be the scene shot at noon.

In the later stage, the afternoon sun has been adjusted to the setting sun. The ancient city wall has gone through wind and frost, but it stands there persistently, giving people a sense of security.

The girl sat leaning against the railing with her back against the railing, the sword on her lap was half an inch out of the sheath, and the exposed blade gleamed coldly, making it look colder and colder.

The man in purple sat across from the girl, with one hand resting on the sword and the other in mid-air, as if he wanted to touch the girl's face.