When Zhu Chang saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and slapped He Yi Fan on the shoulder, "Xiao He is refreshed!" His eyes quickly turned around, and he smiled and said to He Yi Fan: "Then what, Xiao He, I suddenly remembered something. I forgot to take care of the matter. If you are fine, can you help? You see, I have something urgent on my side and I can’t go away..."
He shrugged and made an embarrassed look.
He Yifan wanted to refuse, but he didn't say what he refused. Suddenly, what the agent asked him before going out flashed in his mind. There are some things, don’t refuse as much as you can, and don’t offend the director!
From now on, in the crew, you almost have to get along every day, if the director puts you on small shoes for this reason, it would not be good.
He Yifan pursed his lips, his tone changed when he said, and he nodded, "Okay."
The boy's appearance is clear and fair, and his eyes are as clear as water, which makes people feel comfortable looking at it. Zhu Changzai gave a light tusk, not waiting for the Brahman's response, he hurriedly opened his briefcase, took out a stack of documents from it and handed it to him.
"Hey, this is the script. Did you see Mr. Song who just left? She is the boss of Banyuehu Investment who is going to give us the script. She just forgot to show the script to her. If you are okay, you can give it to me by the way. Isn't she?"
Why is Fan frowning calmly? He hates trouble.
But now is not the time when there was a family asylum. Now everyone is free, and he is left alone, seeking a life in this unfamiliar era. Reluctantly nodded, his fingertips moved slightly when he thought of the very aggressive eyes that flashed by at night.
For fear of another change, after Zhu Chang explained why the hotel and room number where Fan Sukui lived, he quickly sent the person away.
When he walked away, he leaned against the wall, his eyes flashing. He patted his chest and wiped his sweat, "Tsk, I really can't do anything bad, I'm scared to death!" He shook his head, but a beauty like President Song, even if the unspoken rules are not a Brahman, he is still making money, right
Sure enough, this is a society that looks at faces!
Zhu Chang was humming a little tune and rested in place for a while. When the waiter in the past couldn't help looking at him, he pulled the corner of his mouth and ran away quickly.
He has to follow He Yifan to make sure that he actually enters the hotel!
Brilliant Hotel.
On the eighteenth floor, a certain presidential suite.
The first thing Su Kui did when he entered the door was to randomly kick off the black high heels from his feet, step on the soft carpet with bare feet, stand in the hallway, and look at the layout of the entire room.
"Tsk," she was surprised by her arms around her chest.
I saw the dim light presents a warm orange color, and the large and soft double bed presents a heart shape, covered with rose petals. The air in the entire room was filled with a fascinating fragrance like nothing, the kind that can cause body restlessness.
This room should be prepared by Chang Zhu for himself, right
She didn't expect her to play this way temporarily, so she could get her room card so quickly and simply.
It was already prepared.
She frivolously raised her red lips. She fiddled with the broken hair that was drooping in front of her eyes, took off her coat, and threw it on the carpet at will. As she walked, she pulled off the buttons of her shirt and walked into the bathroom.
When there was a knock on the door, Su Kui was soaking in a flower petal bath in the misty bathroom. The already long and thick eyelashes became more and more picturesque after being smudged by the water vapor.