After the director said this.

The director's assistant next to him coughed vigorously.

He touched the director's elbow and motioned to him.

At this time, the director came out of his emotions.

The anxiety eased a lot.

Look at Ning Ye, and look at Nan Ji again.

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"Of course I'm not saying that we are inferior to Ningye boars and dogs, I mean, we are so popular and popular.

How can you be indifferent? ”

The voice fell.

Ning Ye reached out and pressed the director's shoulder.

I don't know how.

As soon as he heard the director speak, he was a little upset.

"I'll rest for a while, rest for a while."

The handsome smile on Ning Ye's face was almost untenable.

Although he knew that this director was angry with Nan Ji and was kind, he didn't mean to sarcastically ridicule him.

But, the more you listen to it, the less it tastes?

So much so that Ning Ye, who was forced to think about the first half of his life carefully.

I'm sure I really don't know this director.

Nan Ji turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

These people are very noisy.

I don't know what they're arguing about.

The white hand is holding the skirt.

Da-da-da-da.

The sound of high heels is exceptionally clear.

When I was about to walk to the bathroom.

Suddenly, I heard an angry female voice.

Probably because he was too angry.

So much so that the voice became a lot sharper.

"What?

Let him run?

And what about my script? ”

The woman appeared to be on the phone.

As soon as Nan Ji turned the corner, she saw Su Qing.

Su Qing was wearing a black dress, convex and backward, concave and convex, with a special style.

It's just that the current expression looks a lot like a shrew.

Nan Ji lifted the white skirt, glanced at it, and continued to walk in the direction of the toilet.

Because Su Qing had his back to the wall, he didn't see Nan Ji appear.

She spoke angrily

"I don't care!

The third part of "Son of the Devil", I must get it.

Just such a person who writes a broken script, what's so difficult to do?

I'll give you a week.

If you can't get the script, I want you to look good! ”

The voice fell.

Syllable!

The phone fell against the wall.

Falling to the ground in pieces.

Nan Ji was about to go to the bathroom.

When I heard the name "Demon Child".

Sounds familiar.

The little black dragon said immediately

[Host, "Son of the Devil" is the one written by your Ruan Mo. 】

The voice fell.

She stopped.

The dark eyes looked at Su Qing who was in anger.

Su Qing leaned against the wall.

Chest heaving.

After the phone call, I turned my head and saw Nan Ji in a white gauze skirt.

Nan Ji's dress, coupled with her delicate appearance and casual posture.

It's like a noble princess who came out of the Middle Ages.

A hint of disgust flashed in Su Qing's eyes.

"Today's luck is really bad.

There are always people who are eyesore, dangling in front of me. ”

As he spoke, he passed by Nanji.

It's just that I've just taken two steps forward.

was grabbed by the wrist and dragged back.

Then he pressed it against the wall.

Su Qing didn't react at first.

Then, his eyes widened incredibly.

"Nanjiao, you dare?!"

Nan Ji reached out and pinched her mouth.

Pouting, to put it mildly

"I dare to do more than that."

As he spoke, he pulled Su Qing and walked to the toilet.

Su Qing faintly sensed the danger.

"Nan Jiao! Do you know who I am??

If you dare to touch me, I will ruin you!!····· Hmm"