"It's really circuitous enough!"

"Wow, it turns out that the person who hit the person was a rich second generation."

"Wow, this article says, the evidence collectors found traces of two sets of tires rubbing the ground at the scene. One group hit the street guardrail, which was Yao Lanchun's. The other group is the culprit who killed the old man. ”

"Eh, I'll go, the woman who reported the case was stuffed with 50,000 yuan in hush money by the rich second generation, and she actually made perjury!"

"In the current world, 50,000 yuan can buy a person's personality."

"Fortunately, I helped Miss Yao clear her suspicions, and she was finally in danger. At most, sue her for drunk driving and dangerous driving. ”

"Yao Lanchun, this person has been really unlucky recently, and he still has this kind of thing." Two staff members walked past Ji Mo.

"I think she's been possessed by a moldy god for a while. It's good, and I've been hacked two or three times before and after. ”

"That's right, a while ago, there were rumors spread by the media, saying that she deliberately took revenge on the old scavenger and planted a murder name for her, which is really unlucky."

After Ji Mo browsed a few messages, he asked Ah Zhong Ade to move the sun umbrella to the door of the studio and stay there like a god.

The staff who come and go, all with a ...... Strange eyes of awe looked at her.

When the explosion on the set last time came, many people saw it clearly.

This girl really has a hard hand in kung fu, and she is not the kind of fancy frame that embroiders her legs.

Ji Mo lowered her head and played with her phone, regardless of what others thought of her.

After a while, a few chattering sounds were heard not far away.

The sound came from far and near, and it became more and more noisy.

Ji Mo raised his eyes, and saw five or six young girls overflowing with various smiles surrounding him.

"Ji, Sister Ji, hehe." One of them stepped forward boldly and smiled at her in embarrassment, "Excuse me, help me give this gift to Mr. Qin." ”

The girl hurriedly put a beautifully packaged small gift box on Ji Mo's lap.

"And mine."

"Mine."

Several other people also hurriedly rushed up and piled up the gifts in front of Ji Mo.

"Thank you, Sister Ji." Seeing that Ji Mo didn't react, several people hurriedly thanked him, and then scattered as birds and beasts and ran away.

Ji Mo looked down at the pile of gift boxes stacked on his recliner, and said coldly, "Red face and troubled water".

At this moment, a person dressed in a gorgeous ink-black embroidered gold silk robe bent down and walked out of the studio.

As soon as Ji Mo turned his head, he leaned over and bent over with him slightly, tilted his head and smiled, and his bright eyes met.

The little girl gave him a super big look, got up from the recliner, and dropped a sentence, "Take care of your own fans, don't let them bother me." ”

A bunch of brain-dead.

Assistant Xiao Wang ran over with a lot of things, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but whisper, "We, Brother Qin, never accept gifts from fans." ”

The implication is that Ji Mo has made a mistake.

Qin Yun waved his hand at him and followed Ji Mo over, "I'll go change my clothes, you wait for me at the door." ”

Ji Mo said "um", and within two steps, he heard the director's unique loud voice from the crew next door.

The staff who passed by laughed, "Director Deng is about to be driven crazy by the heroine these days." ”

"That's a popular traffic flower."

"The acting skills are a little worse, but the faces are good-looking."

"Poof, just a plastic face." Several people walked over with a smile.