As soon as Wen Zhengrong and his agent enter Yaosheng's gate, they are recognized by the front desk sister.

The front desk girl looked at Wen Zhengrong excitedly, her face turned red: "are you... Are you wen Yingdi?"

Seeing this, Wen Zhengrong gave her a kind smile and said, "Hello, is Miss Ye Yuxi in there?"

"Miss ye?" The front desk girl was stunned for a moment. She immediately responded and said truthfully, "yes, yes."

"Where is she now, please?"

"Miss ye? Miss ye should be talking to the director group on the second floor now. "

"On the second floor? Do you know which lounge it is? "

The front desk girl looked at the information in hand: "it's in the innermost room by the corridor. If you want to find her, go upstairs directly, and then go to the left and go straight inside."

Wen Zhengrong nodded: "OK, I see. Thank you."

The front desk girl was stunned again when she heard that Wen Yingdi was thanking her. My God, what kind of luck did she have today!

Because of Wen Zhengrong's words, the poor girl's head was so hot that she almost didn't burn her brain into a paste.

Finally calmed down, Wen Zhengrong turned around and was ready to go to the stairs. She was so scared that she cried out: "Wen Yingdi!"

The front desk girl's voice was so sad that several people were shocked.

Wen Zhengrong turned to see her in surprise: "what's the matter?"

"Cough, that, can you sign for me? I'm a big fan of you. " The front desk girl said that she showed her shyness and excitement in the face of the idol.

Wen Zhengrong was slightly relieved: "yes!"

"Really?" The front desk girl's eyes are slightly bright. She takes out a signature board and pen from the ground and hands them to Wen Zhengrong.

Wen Zhengrong took over and was about to write on the signature board when he heard a rush of footsteps and a strange cry behind him.

"Lily, come on, call 120. Someone is fainting upstairs!"

The front desk girl was startled: "who fainted? Is it serious? "

"Just... The little sister of the screenwriter upstairs, talking to the director group, I don't know how to faint."

"Little sister screenwriter? Do you mean Miss ye? " Front desk sister a Leng, subconsciously turned to see Wen Zhengrong one eye.

Wen Zhengrong's face changed when she heard her sister's words. She dropped her pen and signboard and ran upstairs.

Agent reaction is slow, see Wen Zhengrong rushed up, also busy to keep up.

The two people who rushed up in a hurry didn't notice that the two girls who had just spoken were looking at their back with a smile on their face at the moment. They didn't have the nervous gaffe of just now.

The front desk girl looked at the blank on the sign board and said with regret: "Alas, you're too early. As long as it takes ten seconds, or even not ten seconds, Wen Yingdi will sign for me."

The girl who came to report the news rolled her eyes: "don't you like Mo Yingdi of our company? What do you want Wen Yingdi's signature for? "

"I'm not really a fan of wenyingdi, but there are so many fans of wenyingdi. I put his signature on the Internet to sell, but I'm afraid no one will buy it?"

"... well, you win."

Wen Zhengrong takes two steps and makes one step. He quickly climbs up the second floor. As soon as he reaches the stairway, he bumps into Ye Yuxi, who is also in a hurry to go downstairs.

Two people less than half a meter apart, one standing at the entrance of the stairs, the other holding the stairs standing under the two steps, one up and one down, looking at each other, are stunned.