Although Roger's words were right, Lin Che was not happy when he heard this, because when Roger was talking, he didn't know that he thought Mu Qinghuan was his Roger: "What do you say, Mu Qinghuan and I are the people who signed the contract, what can others say." ”

Hearing this, Roger calmly took a step back, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and took a photo: "Okay, I don't mind putting the photos of the two of you on Weibo now, anyway, Qinghuan hasn't been on the hot search for a few days, I just want to find a little bit to stir up." ”

As soon as Roger said this, Lin Che immediately let go of Mu Qinghuan.

Mu Qinghuan clearly felt the turmoil between the two of them, so he coughed lightly: "Lin Che, I look at you like this, you shouldn't have eaten anything, it just so happens that I didn't eat anything for breakfast, let's go eat something." Even if the two of them want to fight, they can't be in such a big court, and now like this, Mu Qinghuan felt that several people passing by looked at them.

Since Mu Qinghuan said so, then Lin Che naturally wanted to listen to Mu Qinghuan, he snorted coldly at Roger: "I'm not by your side during this time, look at your thinness, you can't take care of anyone at a glance, today my brother will take you to eat well." ”

The three of them left the airport, and Lin Che asked for the key from Roger and sat in the driver's seat.

Lin Che drove the car directly to a clubhouse.

Lin Che knew in his heart that the only thing he was better than Roger was that he was rich, and he just wanted to make Roger retreat.

However, Roger didn't show surprise, but raised his eyebrows calmly: "Originally, I wanted to be a treat, but now it seems that I am exempt." ”

"Roger, what you said, with me, how can you break the bank." Lin Che smiled contemptuously at Roger, and then looked at Mu Qinghuan gently, just like a Sichuan opera changing face: "Qinghuan, you can eat whatever you want, I have wronged you during this time, and I will try to raise you as fat as soon as possible." ”

But as soon as Lin Che's words were spoken, he heard Roger say lightly: "As an agent, don't you know that female artists need to control their weight?" ”

was poked like this, Lin Che's face was a little unpleasant: "Of course I know, but looking at my family Qinghuan like this, am I distressed?" ”

"Agent Lin, do you really know?" Roger laughed, then walked forward.

Lin Che knew that this Roger was not a good thing, if he didn't agree with Roger meddling in Mu Qinghuan's affairs.

Seeing Lin Che's puffing appearance, Mu Qinghuan couldn't help laughing.

As soon as Mu Qinghuan laughed, Lin Che's eyes came over, and Mu Qinghuan subconsciously recovered his expression: "Lin Che, let's go, I'm hungry." ”

In Lin Che's eyes, Mu Qinghuan is now being damaged by Roger's dog B, but he knows that if he loses his temper with Mu Qinghuan now, then Mu Qinghuan may really run into someone else's bowl, and he must solve the external troubles first, and slowly clean up the internal worries, so Lin Che smiled and said, "Since you are hungry, then let's go in and eat quickly." ”

Of course, Mu Qinghuan could hear that Lin Che was talking to himself through gritted teeth, so he took the initiative to hold Lin Che's wrist.

When the three of them entered the club restaurant, Lin Che intimately told Mu Qinghuan what special dishes there were.

Roger, who was sitting opposite, was casually looking at the menu, ordering a few pages of expensive dishes by the way.