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Chapter 388 Cold Bamboo Fan Meeting(1/2)

"Oh my God, Rongrong, you are injured!"

Song Muyao didn't have time to answer his question. Seeing the gauze wrapped around Song Qinrong's forearm, she exclaimed and pounced on her: "What's going on? Why is it hurt? Is it serious? Does it hurt?

You didn't tell me why!

My surname is Fu, I will give Rongrong to you. That's how you take care of her?"

Fu Sichen didn't say anything, but took out his cell phone with a ugly face and called out: "Take the medicine box over, now."

Then he pulled Song Qinrong back to the house.

Song Qinrong's head was big, and since her clothes got dirty, she had a premonition. She had never let Fu Sichen see her sleeves deliberately.

Who knew that it was revealed by Song Muyao.

Seeing Fu Sichen's jaw tight and his face gloomy, she swallowed.

"There were only a few drops on the surface, and the gauze was thick and it was not wet inside."

Fu Sichen didn't say anything, but just raised his eyes and looked at her coldly.

Just that glance made Song Qinrong feel guilty.

It seemed that she did not dirty the gauze, but dug Fu Sichen's ancestral tomb.

Chen Yan arrived soon, running with a medicine box, panting.

"Fourth Young Master, Medicine Box! How about it? Is Miss Song's injury okay? Is it serious? Is it serious? Uh?"

After looking at the gauze that Song Qinrong had just changed, Chen Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

...That's it? That's it!

Just a pool of coffee stains as big as a fingernail?

When he received the call from the Fourth Young Master just now, the cold and angry voice almost made him think whether Song Qinrong's arm had been broken.

result……

Chen Yan felt whispering in his heart, and when he looked up, he happened to meet Song Qinrong's helpless eyes.

The two looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

But Fu Sichen ignored the slander in their hearts. He took the medicine box and said coldly to Chen Yan: "Check Fang Xin's matters well. All the ancestors of the three generations have found it out."

This is the rhythm of causing trouble for one person and the whole family is in trouble.

Song Qinrong held his forehead.

Chen Yan said "Oh" that he used to, shrugged and went out.

Recently, Zhang Yunian has been visiting Gu Fu Yan and Gu Xiyue in the hospital, and the gauze on Song Qinrong's arms is replaced by Fu Sichen.

Now that we have made great progress, we can completely bandage it in five minutes.

Song Muyao looked out of the door, and saw that the temperature around Fu Sichen slowly rose as Song Qinrong's arms recovered, she then led Wei Li and Mo Ke and the others in.

Song Qinrong's main purpose when she came here was to record a video easter egg.

But she didn't want to show her face.

Wei Li had no choice but to settle for the second best, begging her to give her a back and voice.

But Mo Ke stared at the stack of manuscripts on the table, and with a flash of inspiration, he proposed to record a picture of Song Qinrong's manuscript painting "Qingyi".

It not only allows everyone to know at a glance that this person is Leng Zhu, but also allows readers and audiences to look forward to the follow-up story of "Qingyi".

Wei Li's eyes lit up when he heard it.

Song Qinrong also nodded. When recording the scene of her painting, she just needs to let her hand come out with a mirror. At most, she will have a long-range back, and others will not recognize her even if they see her.

The two sides hit it off, Wei Li found a suitable outdoor scene, asked Song Qinrong to sit on the chair, and painted it in front of a piece of white paper.

The sunlight penetrates the mottled tree shadows and falls on the girl's delicate skin, so white that it shines.

She lowered her eyes, her slender and thick eyelashes were like feather fans, trembling gently under the May breeze.

The pencil was pinched by her slender and symmetrical fingers and danced on the clean paper.

What a moving picture!

Everyone in the crew watched quietly not far away, and many people couldn't even control their eyes slowly overflowed with thin tears.

What a nice view……

Who would have thought that one day, he would not only see Leng Zhu himself with his own eyes, but also be fortunate to meet Leng Zhu in the process of creating "Qing Yi" on the spot.

Is it enough for them to reminisce for a lifetime?

Fu Sichen stood tall and stood not far away, with smoke smoky fingertips.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, let out a sip of smoke from his mouth, looking at the girl's direction, his eyebrows were full of tenderness.

This is his little girl. When she was drawing, her whole body seemed to be glowing.

It makes people reluctant to take their eyes off.

Song Qinrong lowered her head and drew intently. Since she picked up the pen, she was immersed in the world of "Qingyi", and unconsciously drew a full page of paper.

Just as I was about to get another one, my hands were gone.

Only then did she remember that she was recording Easter eggs, she pursed her lips, and looked up at Wei Li.

"Director Wei, have you recorded it?"

Wei Li was still staring at the scene in the camera, and had long forgotten to shout "Card".

Hearing the sound, he was stunned for a moment before he reacted and nodded excitedly: "Okay! I've recorded it, it's perfect!"

Song Qinrong nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the mission was completed, Fu Sichen was reluctant to wait any longer and wanted to take her to have a meal, but Wei Li had no eyesight and moved the crew's lunch box and sat over.

Song Qinrong never cared about the details and could not do anything to drive people away. Wei Li happily ate while discussing some of the shooting details of "Qingyi" with Song Qinrong.

The two chatted for a long time, but they didn't stop after the meal.

Until the fanatical fans outside couldn't wait and sent representatives to invite people for the fifth time, Wei Li stood up reluctantly: "Those guys, you're crazy if you want to see you again."

Hearing this, Fu Sichen beside him looked up from the busy computer screen, and the anger in his eyebrows was clearly visible: "What? Do you have to squeeze it again?"

Wei Li was so scared that he waved his hand and explained: "Not this time! It was an accident at noon. Everyone hadn't reacted yet. I heard that you suddenly appeared and forgot the order that had been arranged before...

Now the deputy director has taught them a lesson, so everyone will be obedient."

The other party said everything to this point. Song Qinrong has always had a good temper. She nodded and responded: "Okay."

Fu Sichen was not very happy, looked down at the time, and his voice was cold: "Now at two o'clock. At most one hour, go back at three o'clock."

"So fast?" Wei Li couldn't help blurting out in surprise.

Fu Sichen glanced at him coldly: "Director Wei, hurry up."

Wei Li frowned and looked unhappy, but there was no reason to hold Song Qinrong back, after all, they had their own things to do.

Thinking of this, he sighed and reluctantly led Song Qinrong out.

As soon as she saw her come out, everyone who had been waiting outside for a long time immediately cheered.

But as Wei Li said, they all restrainedly kept order, standing one meter away from Song Qinrong, and did not raise their mobile phone to steal photos and take videos, only looking at Song Qinrong with bright eyes.

"Come on one by one, there is not much time, hurry up and seize the opportunity."

After Wei Li gave the order, everyone nodded.

Soon, the heroine Zhao Bei was the first to come up. She held a physical comic "Qingyi" and handed over a pen and asked with a compliment: "Master, can you sign me?"

Song Qinrong smiled and nodded, took the pen, and signed the word "Lengzhu" with a flying phoenix.

Just as I was about to return it, I saw her beefy eyes and felt soft, and I casually drew a small portrait of Zhao Bei.

With just a few strokes, a comic version of Zhao Bei appeared on the paper.

Her eyes were red with excitement.

He blushed and hugged Song Qinrong and left with satisfaction.

Then there was the actor Xiaosheng who played the male lead, who also requested an autograph and wanted to have a photo together. Song Qinrong met the requirements one by one.

The scene was very quiet for the next hour, but everyone had an uncontrollable smile on their faces.

I thought Leng Zhu, who had never appeared but became famous at a young age, was an ugly and cold person.

But unexpectedly, she is not only good-looking, but also so gentle and patient in dealing with people. She almost always responds to everyone's requests.

I can leave a message at will, the font is thin and elegant, and it is not as good as it looks, and the paintings I draw have a unique flavor.

Even after meeting Song Qinrong at the beginning, I was still wondering whether such a young girl was Leng Zhu's people. They were deeply impressed when they saw the paintings and characters.

Sometimes I have to admit that age really doesn’t mean anything.

Not everyone is like a mediocre person.

Until she hugged the last girl, Song Qinrong felt a little dizzy.
To be continued...
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