The excitement of the online quarrel did not affect Su Kui and Yan Yuyao at all, both of them belong to the type that once they enter the work state, they will never be disturbed by foreign objects.

And once Yanyu Yao works, he will block all social applications except for mobile phone calls, and Su Kui is not very interested in these mixed software.

Therefore, until the two returned to Kyoto after completing all the filming, they didn't find that the gossip about her on the Internet had spread to the buzz.

Ou Ranai's travel camera is far away from Su Kui, so the shooting is not very clear. In the photo he posted on his blog post, the red-lipped woman has black hair coiled behind her head, her deliberately extended eyeliner is seductive, and her curled eyelashes reflect a row of fan-shaped shadows under her eyelids.

The expression is arrogant and unstoppable.

In the first picture, the woman resembles a snake, holding a wooden folding fan in both hands and holding it high above her head, the wide cuffs sliding down, revealing her snow-white lotus arms. The folding fan half-covers the delicate and bewitching face, and the expression under the fan is suffocating with careless temptation.

The second one is even more exciting, the woman in the photo only has a back, and the perfect side face is reflected in the afterglow, which is thrillingly beautiful. Her robe was half-falling, hanging loosely on her arms, but the exposed snow back was covered with layers of bewitching and beautiful flowers, and the flower path was covered with thorns, and among the countless blood-colored flowers, a poisonous snake with green and cold eyes poked out, and was greedily spitting out letters to the heart of the flower.

Women are undoubtedly beautiful, so beautiful that they are different from today's women, so beautiful that they are bewitching, and they are so beautiful that they are shocking.

Originally, netizens themselves YY was just that, but somehow, this Weibo posted by Ou Ran Love Travel was inexplicably claimed to be the first man in China women who want to sleep the most, and Qin Che, president of JK Group, forwarded it.

At this point, things have completely exploded.

Qin Che is a person who wants to be rich and good-looking, and even his ability is beyond the height that mortals can't reach, such a man, even if he has only had a few messages on his personal page that forwards the company's internal activities since he opened his Weibo account.

But even so, it can't stop thousands of women from flocking to his blog posts to leave messages, frantically expressing their love and shouting for their husbands!

And now, as long as you enter Qin Che's personal Weibo, the first thing that catches your eye is the Weibo of #Looking for Millennium Beauty#.

What is particularly dazzling is that the person who makes thousands of women hate so much that he crushes his teeth is dominating the homepage of their husband's Weibo with a radiant attitude!

Everyone who sees her will unconsciously bow their heads in front of her to accept her unbeatable contempt.

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Cloud City Film and Television Base.

Dream back to the millennium set, the actors' lounge.

"Bang-"

Some bottles and cans on the dressing table crackled and were swept to the ground with a piercing cracking sound.

"How could it be her? I said that she would not be allowed to have a bright future, but look at it, what have you done?! ”

An Hui had pure and feminine makeup painted on her face, but her expression was distorted and terrifying, and she glared at the economic man with a pair of big eyes in anger.

The sharp nails pierced into the palm of his hand, but An Hui didn't notice it. There was a dark secret hidden deep in her heart, and when she saw Jiang Yuan for the first time in the freshman reporting office, she made up her mind that she must destroy her!

Even if she was extremely reluctant to admit it, she knew that once Jiang Yuan was given a chance, then she, An Hui, would never be able to reach the height of her dreams again.

That girl was so dazzling, dazzling that it was jealous.

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