"Is there any red wine?" he asked.

Is there anyone begging for red wine at a stranger's house? Yang Tutu shook her head, and the rabbit ears on the top of her head swayed with her, as if she was a little violent when she turned her head. Yang Tutu heard himself stupidly replying: "Yes." ”

Meng Jiangchao took out his notarial certificate of guardianship, and then asked her in a serious hoarse voice: "Can Ms. Yang's own studio be affiliated with a company in China?"

At this point, Meng Jiangchao has definitely done some preparatory work, and Yang Tutu established his own studio after going abroad four years ago.

However, at that time, it was affiliated with a second-rate entertainment company in the United States, so the resources were not too much, and they were barely able to make Fei Showing popular, but they couldn't make them go further.

After returning to China, Jiamei Entertainment unilaterally terminated the contract and compensated her a lot of termination money. But the new company is still undecided.

Yang Tutu poured red wine, and the little pink tongue spit out involuntarily.

The main reason is that she is too anxious to find out what the little artist with her eldest brother and second brother is like when she urges her back.

Then she was busy solving the trouble for the little girl, so she forgot that she was still a little orphan in the domestic entertainment industry.

"Does Mr. Meng have any opinions?" Yang Tutu brought him the red wine, unconsciously turned on the ambiguous purple light, obviously wearing a bloated white rabbit shirt, but had a sexy posture that made Meng Jiangchao feel awkward.

He coughed dryly, as if someone had choked his throat: "What do you think of the flying movie star?" In fact, he wanted to recommend Tessie Film and Television Company, but Tessie didn't sign people, only made TV.

Although Taixi Film and Television Company is opened by his own family, he can't let them sign Shang Xie Lan alone.

Yang Tutu watched the man pick up the red wine and shake it gently on the table, his every move was like a noble family owner. It's obviously an ordinary Amani boutique suit, and wearing it on his body looks like haute couture.

"If Mr. Meng thinks it's good, can you pull a thread?" The woman said softly and lingeringly, probably because she was drunk.

"Pulling the line?" Meng Jiangchao raised his eyebrows, because the alcohol he drank was on his head, so he pulled his tie a little hotly, and the neckline was a little messy, "I'm just a soft eater, but I can't pull the line of the Flying Movie Star."

"Eat soft rice?" Yang Tutu's eyes showed a curious look, and she drank a glass of wine herself. Even if it's not much, it's good

Like a head.

Crawling over like a kitten, Yang Tutu brought the rabbit paw that fell next to his hand at this time.

Obviously a silly rabbit, but he has to twist himself into a bewitching catwoman.

She pressed the well-dressed man with the rabbit's front paws, and the two rabbit paws behind followed and tentatively stepped on her legs.

"How does a man like Mr. Meng eat soft rice?" she seemed curious, the rabbit's paws were fluffy and hot.

A big rabbit squeezed over to make Meng Jiangchao a little hot, he moved back, holding a red wine glass in one hand, and tearing off his tie and throwing it aside with the other.

Meng Jiangchao didn't understand what she meant, as Song Qingyan's boyfriend, this was the first time he had heard someone ask this.

And then he understood!

The little paws of the big rabbit were pressed somewhere, and he said curiously, "Is Mr. Meng using this guy to eat soft rice?"

With a look of ignorance, the curious rabbit pressed it again and confirmed: "It's really not soft!

"Little rabbit!" Meng Jiangchao was treated like this for the first time as a man, his neat suit was on his arm, and the neckline of his black shirt was pulled apart, revealing a scarred and toned chest with traces of war.

Inexplicably some wild charm, but as a soldier, well...... Veteran, Meng Jiangchao still has a somewhat stereotypical personality.

"That's not an electric baton!"

Somehow, Yang Tutu was a little smoky: "I know! That's a gun! A gun that just fired!"

Her little paws pressed everywhere on Meng Jiangchao's chest, with a hint of pride: "It's not like I haven't played with guns!"

Meng Jiangchao didn't know whether it was a black line now, or whether he should follow his own mind and have a stormy affair in this ambiguous situation.

It's still time to bring back your sanity and calmness, and continue to control your seven emotions and six desires.

As a result, it is clear that as a Bengal tiger, he finally chose to ferociously pounce on the rabbit. Then in the little rabbit's dazed and well-behaved expression, he disemboweled and peeled the skin, swallowed the little rabbit whole, and solved the hunger for decades.

The Bengal tiger, who was obviously here to talk about business, did not expect that he would have a big meal halfway, and as soon as he started eating, he could not hold it until he was woken up by his other companions in the early hours of the morning.

When Meng Jiangchao left, he left behind a document of cooperation between Feitian Movie Star and the studio, as well as a proposed contract signed by Shang Xie Lan and the studio.

Calmly got up and did whatever he wanted on the little rabbit, Meng Jiangchao went to the bathroom to take a bath. A certain little rabbit seems to have guessed something a long time ago, and actually prepared a fragrance-free shower gel and shampoo.

Or rather...... She has been using this type of cosmetics for so many years.

Looking at the mottled marks on Yang Tutu's body, his throat surged unconsciously, and finally just dropped a kiss between his eyebrows and quietly left.

Yang Tutu, who was sleeping in a daze, opened his eyes the moment he closed the door, and there was no laziness and tiredness in his dark eyes, she was very clear.

Of course, she was very clear, and she drank two sips of red wine last night. The last bite was given to her by Meng Jiangchao's old bastard with his mouth!

At that time, she ducked and pushed, and the red wine flowed down the corners of her lips to her neck, collarbone socket, and even her chest. Then the reddish liquid was licked away by him little by little.

A sip of wine fed her whole body soft, obviously an old virgin, I don't know where so many tricks came from!

Or is it ...... What you can't forget, no matter how long it takes, you can't forget it?

She touched her chest, trying to ask her heart.

As a result, he touched the point where he was hurting, and his face turned red inexplicably: "Stinky rascal!"

Putting away the white rabbit's plush pajamas, Yang Tutu took out a pair of black silk pajamas from the cabinet.

The texture of silk is actually not so soft, and this one worn on Yang Tutu is like this.

There is no rubbing her upright acacia beans all the time, making her feel as if someone is not leaving in a hurry.

She didn't rush to take a shower, many things changed, but the memories of the past would not shift.

Just like their tacit understanding, there are still more than four years before the eldest lady becomes an adult, and in these four years she needs to ......