When he talked about the details, he sat aside. After her and the agent came in, he greeted her lightly and politely: "Miss Ji Wei, it is better to see it at first sight, it really is young and beautiful."
With an indifferent voice in magneticism, she made her slender nails embedded in the meat.
He is pretending to be with her ...
She was not sour in her heart, but in front of so many people, she could only endure. Waiting for others to go away, she took the agent to get things, and followed Leng Yan out.
He looked at the hand entangled with his hands. In the dark night, a mockery fainted on Junyan: "Although Miss Ji wore sunglasses, the possibility of sneak shot by the paparazzi team is very high."
"Yan ..."
The artist's vigilance made Ji Wei release his hand subconsciously, looking at the four weeks, and softly opened: "Yan, I signed the city because of you."
"Because I signed the city?" Leng Yan's black pupils fixed on Ji Wei's face, and indifferently: "Oh, right? Then I really want to thank you, you can see your friendship, and promise to sign the contract.
Miss Ji, I have time when I have time, I must invite you to dinner. "
"Yan, don't do this, let's talk about."
Ji Wei went to grab Leng Yan's hand again, but was avoided by him without trace.
"Please wait a little." Leng Yan's long and thick eyebrows hang down. He took out his mobile phone and smiled gently: "Miss Ji, it's not too early, I want to call my wife, so I didn't go back so late, she didn't go back so late, she didn't go back so late, she didn't go back so late.
Will be attentive. ""
Leng Yan said that he dialed a number, which was warm. Inadvertently saw the phone number of the living room at home, there was her number written by Sister Ping.
Can write down.
"Warm, let's go back half an hour, it's too late."
Lin Xue watched the time in the lower right corner of the computer and said to the warmth still buried at work.
"Okay, master."
I was warm, and when I heard the phone rang, I thought that Sister Ping asked her why she hadn't returned home. She took it up without looking at it. She gave it gently, and she still held the pen to write and draw.
"Warm and warm." A voice knocked into her ears.
Gentle, slightly hoarse, with such a little lazy male voice ...
So familiar ...
The warm brain suddenly stuck, and the pen slam on the right hand fell on the table, making a crisp sound.