The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

Fu Ling's agency is called Xingyao, which was established three years ago. Like Fu Ling, it is a little-known existence in the entertainment circle.Professionals from all over the company, including the brokerage team, planning department, public relations team, etc., add up to less than 20 people.

The first brother and the first sister can get the lead role in a small production web drama, or the male and female two in a medium production.Fu Ling and other well-known artists with few works are behind them. Every two or three artists share a manager and a stylist. Of course, this stylist is also responsible for their hair and clothes. makeup.Fortunately, they don't have invitations to major events now, so the work of the stylist is not busy.

In the big team except for one brother and one sister, Fu Ling was the first to have his own assistant and bodyguard, so there was still a line.Even though this row of noodles is not worth a penny in the eyes of real big coffee, but in a small company like Xingyao, it is extremely eye-catching.

As the old saying goes, if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it.This day, Fu Ling just arrived at the company to find a stylist for makeup, when he ran into trouble.

To be precise, Trouble bumped into him on his own initiative.

"Yo? 'Brother Fu' is back?"

The person who spoke was Tan Lingling, 25 years old. Although she was not very old, she was an old man who signed the contract the year the company was established.People's hearts are always unbalanced, especially in this industry. Sometimes fame is not based on qualifications and abilities, but on the so-called popularity of the audience, and what parents and teachers are unwilling to pass on to students but is real, luck.

And Tan Lingling has never been heard from after experiencing a small-scale popularity. In addition, her professional ability is not good enough, and she often loses her temper on the set, so now she can only play some female N characters in some low-cost dramas, and therefore , After seeing that everyone younger than her in the company started to show up, she became jealous.

"Sister Tan." Fu Ling ignored her deliberate emphasis and greeted with a smile.

"I thought you took part in some big event recently. You haven't seen it for several days. So you still want to come to the company?"

Tan Lingling is actually not her real name, she just changed it to cater to the audience.She spoke with a gun and a stick, and even the dullest person could hear something wrong.And now they are in the artist office area, so whether they memorized scripts or searched for audition news, they all stopped their work and listened to the movement not far away.

Of course, Fu Ling knew that she was looking for trouble, but now time is tight, he can only suffer a short-term loss and deal with it:

"There's a live broadcast in the afternoon. I'm here to put on makeup. I'm not like Sister Tan. I can be on camera with my own makeup. I can't."

Tan Lingling snorted coldly, her eyes fell on the pimple on his forehead, as if she caught a fox's tail:

"As for me, I usually pay attention to maintenance, my skin is good, and I don't need too much makeup to be on camera. But I think you are different, you are going to be on camera now, and you still have such a big acne, tsk tsk tsk. .....If someone captures this picture, it doesn't matter if you are personally scolded, but if the company is implicated along with it, wouldn't that be a bad thing?"

Her words went directly to Fu Ling's face. You must know that even if Fu Ling's black fans have already spread across a golden mountain, they are always related to their personality, private life, and business ability. Nothing wrong with it.

And Fu Da, who was following behind Fu Ling at the moment, was the loyal guardian of this point of view. He heard someone say that his elder brother Ling's pimples are not good-looking, can this be tolerated?

"you shut up."

The tall man suddenly yelled loudly, successfully making the air in the room freeze for a moment.Coupled with the black mask that Fu Ling asked him to wear, his whole person exuded a terrifying aura.

"Brother Ling looks good even with acne, better than you."

Tan Lingling was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes went blank: "Yo? This is your bodyguard, right? The company is looking for someone who is dedicated and good-looking. This hand is still hurt, and you are going to work?"

Zhou Xiaozhu kept his mouth shut and didn't tell about Fu Ling's search for bodyguards. Except for the person in charge of the HR department, everyone thought that Fu Da was found by the company.Zhou Xiaozhu saw that the bodyguards were all talking, so he went up to smooth things over with a smile:

"Hey, isn't there an event recently, so the boss asked us to report as soon as possible."

He conveyed a meaning in his words - this decision was personally nodded by the big boss, it is best not to cause any trouble.Just like the concubines competing for favor in a harem drama, if you tell the jealous concubine that this is the emperor's decision, then she will not dare to make a mistake.

"Well, Sister Tan, look, it's almost time now, I'll take Brother Fu to make up first, do you think it's okay? We are all in the same company, so it's not too late to talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say!"

The three of them had their own attitudes, but no matter what they said, they were already doing Tan Lingling a lot of face.After all, in front of so many people, it's hard to deal with the trouble, and it will be embarrassing if you don't look up and look down.

But Tan Lingling didn't think so.The configuration of a brother and a sister has made her jealous for a long time, but due to her lack of coffee, she dare not say anything.But now that Fu Ling, a newcomer with less qualifications than her, who has only been in the company for more than a year, has to be assigned two attendants, she can't help it.

"Look, now there are three people out of one nostril, how can we lonely people be their opponents?"

Spreading her hands, she said while looking at the rest of the artists, trying to find the same kind:

"Actually, I have nothing to say to others. But if you want qualifications but no qualifications, and works but no works, what qualifications do you have to use assistants and bodyguards? After a while, will you have a special agent for you? But Just relying on a face, what's the air? But, there are good and bad faces. I see, this beauty's skin is also very brittle, and a single acne will ruin her appearance. Want to become popular? Wait to catch a cold!"

Fu Da was so annoyed by the last two sentences, he stepped forward and shouted:

"If you say Brother Ling is not good-looking again, I will make you look good!"

Tan Lingling also raised her voice: "What? Do you still want to hit someone!"

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Fu Ling pulled Fu Da back, signaling him to back off.Then he lowered his face, looked at Tan Lingling coldly, and asked:

"Are you finished? Can you go?"

Fu Ling's eyes were like knives, and a layer of sharp icicles had formed in the cold wind of deep winter. With a light stroke, a bead of blood could be pulled out.

Tan Lingling was so stared at that cold sweat broke out on her back, and when she regained consciousness, Fu Ling and the three had already passed her to the dressing room.She was unwilling to make a fool of herself in front of so many people, so she turned around angrily and screamed at Fu Ling's back:

"It's just relying on the company to praise you, what's the air!"

Fu Ling could imagine that all eyes in the room must be fixed on him now, and his back was almost covered with dense and wriggling hair.This is very similar to when he was a child, those people laughed at him as a lame man, although there were only one or two people who made things difficult for him, but behind them stood a huge crowd of theatergoers, just like now.

But he can't be the same as before.

The confrontation at the hospital a few days ago proved that he can face so many people.

So he licked the tiger teeth vigorously, the pain from the tip of his tongue scraping the teeth gave him confidence, he turned around indifferently, with a cold tone:

"Otherwise, how about it? Do you want to support you?"

Tan Lingling then shouted again: "Little Red depends on praise, Big Red depends on fate. I don't know if you have this fate!"

Fu Ling replied word by word:

"I don't know if I have one, but you definitely don't."

The author has something to say: Although swearing is not fluent, there are still two brushes