Chapter 294: Are You Going Out?
"No, I can't eat that much." Tang Qianxu smiled and looked away from Xiao Fengan.
Putting on disposable gloves, she began to take care of the plate of crayfish in front of her.
Zhou Yunzhi, who was sitting opposite her, finally came back to her senses, looked at Xiao Feng'an, and then looked at Tang Qianxu, her heart was sour.
She also knew that it was Tang Qianxu who ordered the crayfish first.
But everyone is sitting at the same table, Tang Qianxu's share is served first, can't they share it with her?
The most important thing is Xiao Fengan's attitude, as if she is not worthy of eating Tang Qianxu's crayfish.
I always felt that Xiao Fengan treated Tang Qianxu as a princess and treated her carefully.
They are all female artists, how can they be treated differently?
Zhou Yunzhi lowered his eyes, silently removed the disposable gloves on his hands, and secretly clenched his fists when he wiped his hands.
One day, she will be thousands of purples and climb to the top of the entertainment industry.
At that time, she didn't believe that Xiao Fengan and Song Zhijing could be so cold to her!
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After eating supper, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.
Tang Qianxu didn't have a shooting task the next day, so she took a comfortable bath after returning to the hotel, and slept until more than two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day.
Xiaoman opened the door with his own door card and came in to call her.
said that Wei Yuan was about to arrive, and Liu Qingzhu said that he had temporarily added a shooting task to her in the afternoon.
Because Sunai had something to do and returned to Yaocheng, her role was temporarily put to the back, and Tang Qianxu was advanced.
It just so happened that Tang Qianxu had to go back to Yaocheng on the weekend, so he should go.
The week passed quickly.
On Saturday, Tang Qingran made several phone calls.
Tang Qianxu has been filming, and his mobile phone is all carried by Xiaoman. It wasn't until more than 11 o'clock in the evening that Tang Qianxu ended the shooting task and took back the mobile phone from Xiaoman.
There were more than a dozen missed calls and nearly ten text messages.
It's all Tang Qingdye.
Tang Qianxu didn't call back, just glanced at the text message cursoryly.
It was nothing more than a reminder that he must go back to Yaocheng tomorrow to attend the birthday banquet of the old man of the Qin family.
Tang Qianxu didn't reply, but just sent a message to Wei Yuan, asking him to set a plane back to Yaocheng early tomorrow morning.
Back in the hotel room, Tang Qianxu took a shower, and when she came out of the bathroom, she thought of something, picked up her mobile phone, and called Uncle Quan.
She wanted to ask Uncle Quan if her grandfather had really made a marriage contract for her when he was alive.
As a result, Uncle Quan's phone was not answered, and Tang Qianxu called three times in a row, but he still did not get in touch.
As a last resort, she had no choice but to give up.
Early the next morning, Tang Qianxu took Xiaoman and took the plane back to Yaocheng at half past seven in the morning.
Back in Yaocheng, Tang Qianxu did not rush to Tang's house, but went back to his nest.
Originally, she was thinking that Qin Siyu would come to pick up the plane, but after thinking about it, Tang Qianxu wanted to surprise the man again.
When she went home, she even pinched her hands and feet to open the door, for fear of making a noise and disturbing Qin Siyu.
This time back to Yaocheng, Tang Qianxu planned to stay for two or three days.
When she pushed open the heavy door with her suitcase, the door of Qin Siyu's room also happened to open.
The two of them looked at each other across the corridor, their eyes flashed with surprise, and they were stunned almost at the same time.
Judging from Qin Siyu's dress, he should be going out. But he didn't look like he was only going to walk around the neighborhood twice.
Thinking back, Tang Qianxu entered the door and greeted the man with a smile: "Morning, are you going out?" ”
Qin Siyu also came back to his senses.