Alaska went to filming.

The wind groans and watches.

In less than an hour, the filming was over.

Alaska happily ran towards Wind Yin, who touched its head with one hand and prepared dog food in the palm of the other.

"I didn't expect your play to be so good."

"Feng Yin, right, the dog's scene is over here, but if you need to make up the scene in the future, you still need to come over."

"Okay."

Feng Yin agreed, and led Allah away.

Yang Huasheng, who was filming, took a look at the number and was scolded by the director.

He quickly gathered his thoughts, and had some bad intentions in his heart.

After leaving, Feng Yin finally found the right crew.

She dialed the somewhat familiar number again, but no one answered.

Is it filming?

Still working.

Who exactly is the owner of Alaska?

Feng Yin didn't venture in, she found that in the film and television city, she had almost no friends, all enemies.

Probably not the enemy, but most people hate her.

She sat in a chair, Alaa crouched next to her, alone and dog, enjoying a rare quiet moment.

Within a few minutes, Wind Yin's cell phone rang.

She communicated with the person over there and hung up the phone.

"Your master is coming, and I'm leaving."

"I don't know if I have a share of the money I make."

Just as the wind was muttering, a figure with a hat walked out of the surrounded film and television city.

"Hello, Windgroan."

"Cheng Yanqiu!"

The person who came out was Cheng Yanqiu, and this time he showed his face.

"It's your dog?"

"Yes."

Cheng Yanqiu stretched out a hand and called out to Allah affectionately, come here.

Alaska glanced at Cheng Yanqiu, turned around, and pointed his butt at him.

Cheng Yanqiu's outstretched hand was a little embarrassed.

"Allah—"

Cheng Yanqiu shouted again, Alaska reluctantly turned around, walked towards Cheng Yanqiu, and put a paw on Cheng Yanqiu's palm very perfunctorily.

A man and a dog, probably less than a fraction of a second, separated, and Alaska returned to Fengyin's side.

"What do you mean, your master is there, my work is done, Mr. Cheng Yanqiu will pay the fee, a total of five thousand yuan, but on the way here, Allah earned one or eight thousand performance fees, you can deduct it yourself, and transfer thirteen thousand to you."

"No need to transfer it to me."

Feng Yin's eyes lit up a little in surprise, and such a good thing!

"Allah likes you very much, would you like to take care of it?"

"Ah-Ah-——-"

Cheng Yanqiu began to sneeze, and after the sneezing, there were tears.

The snot and tears quickly mixed together, and Cheng Yanqiu became a little embarrassed.

"Are you allergic?"

Cheng Yanqiu nodded and stepped back, he saw sadness and self-blame in Ala's eyes.

"It's not—a-a

The big Alarsky walked behind Feng Yin and continued to walk backwards, far, far away from Cheng Yanqiu.

"I'll give the money, how about you take care of Allah!"

Cheng Yanqiu finally said a complete sentence, and looked at Feng Yin with a blurred vision.

Feng Yin looked at the smart and considerate Allah, and then looked at Cheng Yanqiu.

"How much?"

"One thousand a day, thirty thousand a month, eating and drinking toys are counted separately!"

"Deal!"

Feng Yin immediately agreed, and the two reached an agreement.

"Okay, I'll take Allah out first, and call if there's something."

Feng Yin took Allah away with interest, and after walking for a distance, he could still hear Cheng Yanqiu's voice, Ah Qiu, Ah Qiu.

"You, the master, no wonder you are short-lived, this physique is enough to worry about."

(End of chapter)