Ninety-fifth bowl of soup (four)

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She just went out and made a phone call. Is it three minutes? The entire lounge was already cold like an ice cellar. Qinghuan was wearing a skirt, her limbs were still exposed. When she was frozen, her hair immediately stood up and she had goose bumps. The sky was indeed quite hot, and the company's central air conditioner had not been turned off and it had been maintaining the appropriate room temperature. Now... this lounge is probably not much different from the Arctic.

The culprit was hanging on the bed playing with the tablet. Qinghuan heard the temperature prompt sound up and down. When the bastard wanted to lower the temperature to zero and lower it quickly, she finally couldn't bear it anymore. At this time, the culprit lifted the quilt, smiled at her sweetly, patted the bed, and stretched out her hands. She seemed to be saying, Come on, come on.

"Is it fun?" He is really a childish ghost who can't grow up. He wrapped himself in a dumpling, and he doesn't seem to be afraid of the cold anymore. Qinghuan rubbed his arms exposed outside, kicked off his shoes and went to bed. Zhan Yuao immediately hugged her tightly in his arms, like a child holding his favorite toy.

He used to do this, and he never showed it to him. Instead, he silently lowered the temperature so low that normal people could not stand it. Qing Huan was obviously used to it, but he still compromised every time. Because cute people are privileged, especially Zhan Yuao is different from ordinary people. He is more sensitive and easily injured, but he is more loyal and simple. It is like a piece of white paper, without any color, clean.

Zhan Yuao stared at her and kissed her slightly cold cheeks. It was white, because the indoor temperature was too low and there was no blood. He felt a little guilty, but he still hugged her tightly, surrounding Qinghuan with a hot chest, and used this method to keep her warm, and refused to turn the temperature up a little. In Zhan Yuao's heart, the low temperature = no separation.

Qinghuan let him hold him and touched his face. Although his chest was quite hot, his face was a little cold. She could see that Zhan Yuao didn't like this place very much. In fact, if it weren't for her here, he would probably stay in the villa until death. Qinghuan smiled and kissed his face and asked, "Can you adapt? If you can't, it doesn't matter if you go home first, I'll go back soon."

Zhan Yuao shook his head vigorously. He was wherever she was. He never wanted to separate again, no matter what it was. He felt uncomfortable because he actually didn't understand why she had to help a strange woman - what was the woman's name? She seemed to be an employee of the company. He only took a look and didn't remember what she looked like. In short, the other party gave him a bad impression, because when he went out in the morning, the man actually glared at his woman!

Although he glared back fiercely, he didn't feel fierce enough. He should practice more in front of the mirror so that it would make people scared when they see it.

Qinghuan knew that Zhan Yuao was no different from a child. In order not to let others know the difference between him and ordinary people, before going out with her, he practiced facial expressions - the ultimate coldness - the ultimate aloofness. He glanced at him and the old housekeeper, and felt that he was not qualified to talk to him. The facts proved that the effect was significant. Now, even when facing strangers Zhan Yuao can perform very well. Not speaking will only make people think that he is arrogant and disdainful, and no one will know that he can't speak at all.

Pulling the quilt up a little to cover the exposed shoulders, Qinghuan took out his cell phone, and Zhan Yuao also looked over. For him, as long as he could see Qinghuan, he could do it without moving his nest for 24 hours.

There were several new text messages, the same number. Qinghuan knew who sent it. She was too lazy to save the other party's number and would not tell Zhan Yuao that his mother, who had abandoned her husband and son, was back with her stepdaughter. She wanted to get the door card to enter the villa from her and dream. Not to mention that Zhan Yuao would not see her, even if Zhan Yuao wanted to see her, Qinghuan would not allow her.

The old housekeeper told her that the old man had repeatedly told her before his death that he would not let the young master see his biological mother again.

The old man is Zhan Yuao's grandfather. After Zhan Yuao's father died, he pulled Zhan Yuao with one hand. Before Qinghuan appeared, the old man had passed away, leaving only the loyal old housekeeper. For Zhan Yuao, grandfather was gone, and the housekeeper was another grandfather. The old housekeeper was very relieved to hand Zhan Yuao to Qinghuan, but he had reminded him more than once that the young master must not see that woman.

"That woman". This title and the tone and expression of the old housekeeper were enough to make Qinghuan guess what was hidden. After being convinced that she would protect Zhan Yuao, the old housekeeper did not hide it. Therefore, no matter how the woman got Qinghuan's contact information, Qinghuan would not pay attention to her.

Missing your son, wanting to meet him? I hope Miss Qinghuan can help?

Qinghuan pursed her lips, deleted the text message lightly, and pulled the number into the blacklist.

Zhan Yuao rubbed her face, Qinghuan kissed him and comforted him, "I'll go see her when Jiang Yu comes back later and tell her about the afternoon audition schedule. Are you waiting for me here, do you understand?"

A little unhappy, but Zhan Yuao pointed to his lips, his mouth was very beautiful, born with diamond shape, thin and soft, and light in color.

Qinghuan kissed her as he wished, and Zhan Yuao immediately wrapped her hands and feet around her, kissing her back like a baby sucking milk. Qinghuan was almost breathless when he kissed her, but she understood that Zhan Yuao just lacked security. Although Quanxing was his property, this place was a strange place for him. He was used to working in a villa. A few days ago, he changed into a new place before he could adapt to it in the apartment. It was as expected that Qinghuan would not like it.

The clinginess is comparable to the fat buns she raised.

Zhan Yuao felt that such a kiss was not enough. He wanted to hide this person a little smaller and would not let anyone see him, and live in a place where there were only each other. But she didn't seem to like that. She seemed to have something to do. Usually she spoiled him very much, but before he lost his temper and refused to leave her, she left without looking back. From then on, Zhan Yuao vaguely understood that she could make trouble and be willful, but it must be within the scope she allowed.

Then...what is within the scope? This needs to be explored.

He looked childish, as if his behavior was still under ten years old, but his IQ was solid and far beyond ordinary people. Qinghuan never thought he was a fool, maybe he was a lunatic, but he definitely had nothing to do with stupidity.

You see, after he knew that he could not stop her from doing what she wanted to do, he never made the same mistake again. After finding out her bottom line, he would stick to her and stick to her when she left him to do business, and would only let go until she was satisfied. When she came back, she was even more clingy, it was all a routine.

Fortunately, he couldn't speak. If he could speak, his mouth was full of childish sweet words. Qinghuan was afraid that he would not be able to stand the sugar-coated shells, so he would give him whatever he wanted.

The assistant came to the message and said that they had already returned from filming the magazine, and Qinghuan was about to go downstairs. Zhan Yuao stopped making trouble now. He took the initiative to turn back to room temperature and took her earrings to wear. However, when Qinghuan left, he used the electronic dog to make a sound. When Qinghuan looked back, he stared at her with the quilt in his arms, as if waiting for her to say something.

"Be good, I'll be back soon."

Then Zhan Yuao did nothing and started counting with the quilt in his arms.

One, two, three, four, five, six... Why didn't she say clearly how long it will take?

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"Didn't Director Wen's audition be decided? Why did he change someone?"

As soon as Qinghuan got out of the elevator, he heard someone lowering his voice around the corner and talking, angrily.

"She has won the Best Actress Award and she is still competing with me? Don't she just like niche art films to improve her acting skills? Then why are you snatching my role now?! I look down on commercial films and have the ability to continue to be her Best Actress Award!"

"Shh-You're a little bit less! What should I do if someone hears it?"

"Why should I be quieter? Why am I wronged?!" The woman who spoke was almost angry. "This movie is about to be played during the National Day. It's a domestic protection month. It's another film by Director Wen. Who is that little bitch Jiang Yu? He stole my role?!"

Qinghuan leaned against the wall and wrapped her hands around her chest.

"You have several big productions, and the box office is good. Isn't the company promoting her? After all, she is young and just won the Best Actress Award-winning-"

"What do you mean? If she is young, should she give it to her? What does she have to do with the boss? I smash all the resources on her? I also went to shoot M's magazine in the morning. I have only been on the inner page until now! It's amazing to be the actress queen??"

Qinghuan said coldly: "It's amazing. If you don't like it, you can also get one."

The two people who were talking didn't expect to be heard. The agent's face turned pale, but the actress rolled her eyes: "Who are you? Let Jiang Yu stand out?"

"It's not up to the point, let's tell the truth." Qing Huan looked at the other party up and down. "...Wu Jing, right? You are the actresses who are the top of the list when they go back to the online voting bad movies. For three consecutive years, Jiang Yu is really not as good as you."

He spoke so toxicly, but it hit the nail on the head. Wu Jing's face suddenly turned pale and wanted to go up and give her a few slaps. She was pretty and had a hit in a youth idol TV series that was a bloody and jumped into a building. Since then, she has been in a great bad movie career. It's strange that every movie has a good box office and a good rating for the TV series, but the more she has a sense of presence in front of the audience, the more she has exposed her shortcomings.

That is, there is no acting skills.
Chapter completed!