"Blame me, blame me" he said, hugging Qi Min, who was in love with the little bird, into his arms.
He asked gently, "Just make a phone call. Why is it so urgent? If I hadn't happened to go out, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to see me."
"I just found out about the script, but I want to tell you in person, so..." As he spoke, Qi Min's cheek was close to the man's chest.
As soon as he heard the script, the man obviously tensed up. His hands that were holding Qi Min's hand suddenly pulled away, looked at her, and asked urgently.
"What's going on with the script? Have you got it?"
Being teased like this by the man, Qi Min looked at the man in front of him with a look of confusion on his face.
And the man also explained, "I just heard the script, so I urgently knew it, so that you can always be by my side."
"Oh, no, it's another news"
Qi Min was relieved when she heard the man's clumsy explanation. After all, women who fall in love have lower IQs.
"Go back to your room, go to bed, I'll tell you"
Qi Min seduced the man in a bad way, and kept hooking him with one finger.
He acted like he was the hunter and the man was his prey, but little did he know that it was just the opposite.
A warm and soft big bed with a brand new bed sheet. Qi Min lay on the bed and touched the bed sheet and found that it was a brand new bed sheet. It was obviously dull.
It had only been a morning since I left the bar. The thing that I regarded as the most precious was just gone, without a trace. The only thing that could prove that I had lost it was gone.
Seeing the man suddenly pounce on her, Qi Min resisted and kept struggling with the man's mouth.
"What's wrong?" The man also felt something strange about the woman under his crotch. He didn't do anything and there was nothing to make her suspicious.
"New sheets?" Although Qi Min was unhappy, she still felt attached to the man. After all, the first man was him.
The man suddenly realized that the first drop of blood he had taken last night had been thrown away early in the morning. If it were not for the sake of the family, she would have had a relationship with this lowly woman.
"How could I still put such a precious thing on the bed? You fool, I should keep it well."
After saying that, her lips collided fiercely again. This time, Qi Min raised her head and took the initiative to kiss him. She missed the third young master so much that he gave a reason that she could verify, but she didn't even ask for it. The third young master said
If you believe something, you will believe it.
Qi Min, on the other hand, was fascinated by the third young master's actions, and the blush on his face became obvious again.
Those plump muscle lines and solid muscles are like poison to Qi Min, a single girl.
After more than ten minutes, Qi Min was breathing rapidly and her body was getting warmer, while the third young master was lying aside.
"Xiao Min, what's going on with the script?" He lit a cigarette and started smoking.
The smell of cigarettes filled the air, forming clouds of white smoke.
"The script will be completed in a month. I can't wait any longer. I don't want to wait there anymore. Master, let me go to your company. I don't want to be separated from you anymore."
Qi Min prayed, looking at the third young master beside him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and she snuggled next to him.
She rested her cheek on his shoulder, hugged the third young master's arm with one hand, and hugged his body with the other, clinging tightly to the third young master's body like a sloth.
Hearing this news, the third young master's face was obviously surprised. This news was different from the news he knew. Xidu Jiaming was obviously very eager to start filming, so why did he say that he would not have the script until a month later.
"Where did you know that?"
"I heard what the heroine said, the woman who revised the script with Wang Zeng. This stinky cousin was shameless just to get a few more lines."
Listening to Qi Min's scolding, the third young master believed the news.
First of all, the heroine needs to get first-hand information, so she will definitely know when the script will be released.
Secondly, in the crew, it is common for the heroine to have unspoken conflicts with the director and screenwriter in order to get more scenes, so there is no problem for Qi Min to scold her.
Finally, I got the news that although Xidu Jiaming was eager to make a film, the script would not be released in just a few days. Although a month was not a long time, it was definitely a reasonable time.
The third young master took a deep puff of the cigarette and then exhaled it. His inner thoughts were clear to him.
Qi Min was pressed on his body all of a sudden, and his eight-pack abs appeared in front of Qi Min, which made Qi Min blush even more with embarrassment.
"Master, don't you have other things to do, and I have to go to work?"
Qi Min said this at this time to undoubtedly add the last fuel to his anger. As he spoke, he twisted his body to the side, his plump body in front of the third young master.
How could the third young master let her run away? Although the prey that was delivered to his door for free was a lowly and low-class person, his body like a flower bud could still satisfy him.
A wolf entered the flock of sheep. Qi Min didn't put up any resistance and was pinned down by the third young master.
…
Zhong Wenjing stood in the room, having just hung up the phone, with a frown on her face.
This is a villa. In the imperial capital, where every inch of land is precious, a square meter of house costs nearly 10,000 soft girl coins.
Only high-ranking officials can afford it, or only wealthy businessmen have the financial resources.
"It seems that the competition among movie kings and movie queens has become more intense. Wang Qiang's death has triggered agitation from many forces. Similarly, the control of grassroots movie stars has become stricter."
"An Qi, you are really Mr. Guo's lucky star. They didn't even notice this undercurrent."
Then her brows softened. When she thought of An Qi, Zhong Wenjing thought of her second artist Wang Qiang. The two were very similar. They were both from the grassroots and both were in Hengdian. However, he was luckier than you. His employer was Imperial Capital, but
You are luckier than him, because your employer is the declining Western Capital, and they will not harm you for their own sake.
…
Xidu Jiaming Culture Co., Ltd., An Qi is sitting in her office. This is a room specially opened for An Qi by Yang Wanjun.
Angel can't stay in the editorial department all the time. It's also to establish rules. From now on, artists must work in the company as long as they are not filming.
This is the genius of Yang Wanjun. The same thing can achieve at least two effects.
An Qi looked at the script in her hand, which Wang Zeng had revised at around three o'clock in the afternoon. When Wang Zeng came over to deliver the notebook, An Qi felt that Wang Zeng's temperament was different.
There is no tension or embarrassment before, but a sense of confidence and calmness.