Grandma Cui Ni glanced at Cui Feng and said, "Just leave it to your uncle here, you can go to work quickly." ”

Is this old woman a normal person? Doesn't she know what movie her grandson is going to make?

The whole Fengcheng knew about it, how could she not know?

Liu Xingzhu said: "Miss Cui, you can choose. See what I mean? After speaking, he picked up a thousand-dollar bill on the table, rolled a cigarette into his mouth, and lit it. And he said, "Money, don't use it in vain." ”

Cui Shuishui seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and nodded to Liu Xingzhu, with both gratitude and confusion in his eyes.

"I'll stop filming, and I'll compensate you for your losses according to the contract."

The tone became firm, and the confidence returned to Cui Shuishui's pretty face.

Mak Qihao gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay!" But my play has no heroine, and I have to find someone to make it up! He turned his gaze to another woman on the field: "Here you come." ”

It's Song Ting.

Song Ting's eyes widened, and she shook her head again and again: "Ah, no, Mr. Mai..."

Medisha also jumped up and said, "Dad... How can the heroine be decided casually? ”

"Just let Mr. Cha agree, it's your turn to point fingers?" Mak Qihao turned to Grandma Trini and sneered: "It's your birthday today, I won't mess up your party." But don't forget what you promised me! ”

After speaking, he walked to Nie Wanhong's side, patted his shoulder and glanced meaningfully, and walked away with a large group of people.

The whole hall fell silent.

Grandma Trini, as the host, also left the gambling hall with her.

"Are you happy now?" Cui Bobo's eyes rolled to the Tianling cover, "Grandma's birthday ruined you." ”

The others were also watching the excitement, and one by one they were either indifferent or snickered and left the top floor.

Only Liu Xingzhu, Yu Xiaofeng, and Cui Shuishui were left at the scene.

Outside the glass curtain wall, the distant eastern skyline recreates the afterglow of the setting sun.

But the entire Maple City was shrouded in heavy black clouds.

"I'm still not sure what happened to you, but now that it's resolved..."

"I don't know."

Cui Shuishui interrupted Liu Xingzhu's words, smiled tearfully, and left without looking back.

Yu Xiaofeng said: "Let's go, I really don't want to stay here at all." ”

The two went downstairs to the parking lot and were about to leave on their motorcycles, but a Mercedes-Benz drove to the side and stopped.

The car window rolled down, and Mo Suifeng's pretty face poked out.

The long wavy hair looks amorous, and the flaming red lips have a cool energy, but they don't show the slightest aggression.

"Thank you, Miss Police Flower."

"Me? Thank me for what? ”

Yu Xiaofeng pointed to himself and asked puzzled.

"Thank you for doing the best advertising for my outfit. You're so beautiful. Mo Suifeng didn't seem to be joking, his tone was very sincere.

This made Yu Xiaofeng a little embarrassed, and glanced up at Liu Xingzhu with a blushing face.

This guy is smiling at himself wickedly.

Mo closed the window again with the wind, and disappeared around the corner in the blink of an eye.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yu Xiaofeng glanced at Liu Xingzhu.

Liu Xingzhu said: "It's so right that I brought you here today." ”

"Not at all, I really hate you guys... Alas, I don't even know what to say. Don't call me again, please. ”

"I know you're not happy to be here. But if I tell you that you saved someone's fate today, you should feel a lot more comfortable in your heart. ”

"Me? Who was saved? What do you say? ”

"I guessed too."

"Neurotic!" Yu Xiaofeng scolded.

Liu Xingzhu grinned, and the motorcycle flew into the night.

He did guess, and he had just had an idea.

Because don't follow the wind.

Liu Xingzhu saw that Mo Suifeng liked Yu Xiaofeng very much, and she looked over from time to time throughout the night, with an appreciative smile.

Maybe it's because Yu Xiaofeng perfectly shows the clothes she designed, or maybe there's another reason.

Anyway, Cui Shuishui is lucky tonight.

Of course, this kind of good luck is not something that can be created by one person alone.

There is no Lu Hai who has inspired Liu Xingzhu's enlightenment, there is no Liu Xingzhu's love pursuit of Xiaofeng, there is no perfect presentation of Yu Xiaofeng and Mo Suifeng's clothing, and there is no friendship between Mo Suifeng and Nie Wanhong...

Everything has its own cause and effect.

It seems to be predestined, but it is unpredictable.

Fate is there, maybe it has already been written, but it will not be like Nie Wanhong's last hand of changing cards, deliberately raising his arm, just so that you can catch a glimpse.

It was too dark to see the way forward. Occasionally, a flash of lightning brightens the city.