Xi Zuer walked lazily into the door of the celebrity drinking party.

Xi Rubao took the invitation card and checked the card, and came up and muttered: "The second brother also said to accompany us, but the filming progress of the crew slowed down today, and he had to work overtime for a while before he could come after the filming was completed." ”

Why is the progress of the good end slowing down?

Isn't it because Shenying fans made a fuss on Weibo, which affected the crew, for fear that there would be a problem with the script being filmed, wouldn't it all be in vain to change the script when the time comes?

In the end, it was Director Ma, Xi Langyue, and Wu Qianman who came forward to guarantee that the other actors would continue to shoot suspiciously, but the efficiency was much lower than a few days ago.

"Let Xiao Yueyue film seriously, don't worry." Xi Zuer didn't mind.

Xi Rubao was a little nervous: "But sister, we haven't been to this kind of celebrity party, in case we don't ...... because we are not familiar with the rules."

She saw Gu Huanting from a distance surrounded by a group of celebrities like a proud princess, and she had a hunch that if she bumped into Gu Huanting, the other party would deliberately make things difficult and make them laugh.

Xi Zuer smiled slightly: "No, it's a small scene." ”

I think that at the beginning, the ancestors would go to the Yaochi Immortal Banquet of the Queen Mother of the West every five hundred years, and the gathering of the gods fighting was a trivial matter, so what was this small banquet in front of me.

As he spoke.

There was a commotion at the main entrance of the banquet hall, and the celebrities who had entered were all lowering their voices, covering their lips, and passing on the news in shock: "Fourth Master! God, the fourth master is here! ”

Nangong Mo rarely appears on such occasions.

But today, with bodyguards and servants, he stepped into the celebrity drinking party with an indifferent face.

He has a ruthless reputation, but he is a rich golden bachelor, and the ladies are afraid and love him, hoping that he can favor himself, but he is afraid that he will be thrown to feed the sharks if he does not like it!

Therefore, Nangong Mo walked all the way to the banquet hall, and the ladies obediently got out of the way all the way, twisting the skirts of the evening dresses one by one, nervous and expectant.

But it's strange to say, Nangong Mo seems to have no one in his eyes, and these flower-like celebrities in front of him are not as good as a lamppost in his eyes......

On the contrary, when he passed by the place where Xi Zuer had just stood, he suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and swept around.

He obviously saw the scene of the white skirt and the corners of the skirt fluttering, why did he come over and there was nothing?

stared at several celebrities in all kinds of white dresses, but none of them were the woman he wanted.

At this moment.

Xi Zuer had already pulled Xi Rubao and sat down at the bar less than two meters away from Nangong Mo.

While sipping a special drink, he watched Nangong Mo look for someone with great interest.

Don't worry, there is the ancestor's trick, you don't even want to see the ancestor's true face tonight.

The distance of two meters is farther than the ends of the earth!

Nangong Mo didn't find the person he was thinking of, his face was gloomy, he picked a sofa and sat down, and no one was allowed to take a step close to him.

Before the banquet officially began, the celebrities who arrived first were in a commotion for a moment because of Nangong Mo's appearance, and then resumed their small circles and gathered together to whisper.

When Gu Shiyin came in, the small circle gradually merged together, and the ladies greeted her politely:

"Miss Gu."

"Miss Gu Liu."

"Aunt Shiyin."

Gu Shiyin smiled reservedly, agreed one by one, turned around and pointed to a small box and said to Gu Huanting: "Shenying's signature collection, Huanting, everything your friends want is here." ”

The celebrities gasped, and even the gossip stopped talking, and the goal was surprisingly unanimous:

"Is it the Deep Shadow?"

"Is it an out-of-print collector's book?"

"Or is it a signed version?!"