The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Manager Yang hung up the phone decisively. Manager Liu turned black and cursed: "I'm not polite!"

After all, he is a small manager. He is not as concerned about this as other companies. He really doesn't understand the issue of producers.

Someone here has already begun to inquire about the identity of the producer. As a producer, Jiang Yi has now leisurely drove to the bottom of Junci Apartment.

The security guards here all know Jiang Yi, and they come almost often recently just to watch the dogs.

With Junci's permission, the security guards now let Jiang Yi in directly.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Jiang Yi only saw Junci sitting in the living room and playing with his notebook. He suddenly narrowed his eyes: "Where is my piano?"

Jun Ci pointed into the room, probably hearing Jiang Yi's voice, and the piano quickly popped out of the room.

Jiang Yi's eyes lit up and he shouted: "Piano."

The piano was standing at the door, not close to his master, wailing a few times, but couldn't come.

Jiang Yi squatted down and patted his palm: "Come on the piano."

The piano just bounced over, and Jiang Yi grabbed its neck and squeezed it.

The piano held his head up and his neck was comfortably pinched by him, probably because he felt that the backer was coming, he was very arrogant and half-squinted, using the husky's habitual characteristic of seeing everyone as a spicy chicken, very arrogantly directed at you Porcelain called twice.

Jun Ci turned his head and looked at the silly dog, with sharp eyes, the piano turned his head back in seconds.

The situation of bullying and fearing hardship is very obvious.

Jiang Yi rubbed its neck: "You told me in the video that it was true? The piano would enter the elevator with its own password?"

Jiang Yi was still a little unbelievable, Jun Ci nodded his chin, "You can let it perform for you."

Hearing this, Jiang Yi reached out and pointed to the elevator, "Piano, go!"

Without going to the piano, he instantly jumped on the sofa and stared at Jiang Yi, meaning, "I will go if you ask me to go?"

Seeing that the piano was still silly, Jiang Yi felt that Junci was probably fooling himself. Turning his head and leaning over to look at Junci's computer, when she saw her page, it stayed on the preview of Xianzhong's Life and Death.

"I've read your preview. Is the effect pretty good? Did the foreign special effects team you looked for made it?"

Jun Ci took a sip of water and calmly said: "Secret."

"Come on, you still pretend to be forced."

Jiang Yi sneered, his lips curling up in a mocking arc.

But he had nothing to do, and the piano started to ruin like a fool next to him, and went around the kitchen, seemingly looking for big ribs.

Jiang Yi stretched a chair and sat down beside Junci. He was bored and looked at the computer page with Junci. After looking at it, his gaze shifted to Junci's hand.

The long-sleeved shirt worn by Jun Ci has one hand on his chin, and his side is gazing at the computer with a beautiful arc. When he holds the mouse in the other hand, his arm is exposed. The white is like special mutton jade, and the skin is like fat. , Especially the bones at the wrist, extremely slender.

There is also a delicate smell on the body.

Jiang Yi felt a little weird and didn't know what to think. He suddenly stretched out his fingertips and poked Jun Ci's wrist, with a sneer: "You guys have thinner hands than girls..."

Jun Ci was startled by the sudden touch, but only for a moment, Jiang Yi retracted very quickly.

When Jun Ci blinked at Jiang Yi.

Her eyes were slightly closed--

"Your paws are itchy?"