The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

She didn't move, and snorted a few times: "You are too cruel, I don't want my car to be rickety on the street, you are shameless and I want it, the driver's life is not Life?"

driver:"……"

He didn't even say anything, so why did he become part of Paly?

Mo Tingshen couldn't compete with her, and if he kept talking, there really would be no place for his old face.

"Are you really not drunk?"

Chu Yao's eyes were firm as if he wanted to join the party: "No!"

It would be weird to believe her.

"It's okay if I don't get in the car. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, just call me and tell me, and I'll follow you."

Chu Yao pushed him and closed the door.

"Crack!"

Nan Jiaojiao was almost crushed. She couldn't push no matter how hard she pushed. Her waist was as if it were made of cement. No matter which direction she pushed, she could always push her back from another angle. If she hadn't gotten up on her own, Nan Jiaojiao had difficulty even breathing in and out.

She cursed a few words, Chu Yao nodded, then leaned back in the chair and stopped talking.

He also said he was not drunk.

Even though Mo Ting was watching deeply, he couldn't stop her from drinking. Everyone drank to her.

Jiu Mengzi is so terrible!

"Ms. Nan, do you want to drive?" the driver asked.

Nan Jiaojiao glanced to the side and said, "Slow down, please."

"You're welcome, sit tight."

He started the car and slowly drove out of the library.

Mo Tingshen's car followed closely behind.

The elevator door opened, Yi Qinghuan and Song Yuan walked out, and happened to catch a glimpse of Nan Jiaojiao through the car window.

"Isn't that Chu Yao's car?" Song Yuan took a second look and asked, "Why is Jiaojiao on top? Do they know each other well?"

Of course, Yi Qinghuan knew that Nan Jiaojiao did the makeup for "Emperor Kills" alone. E.Y sent her two assistants, but they had no effect. She didn't even explore Nan Jiaojiao's abilities. After all, he has such talent and ability, but he refuses to take credit. One or two trailers have just been released. Apart from the starring role and the plot, the most discussed thing is the styling. Everyone wants to know who the stylist is, but the name of the stylist is listed on the set. But it's another person.

If you give up the opportunity to become famous to another person, you are either being bullied by the company or you are stupid.

Yi Qinghuan even went to inquire about it, but found out nothing. E.Y was like an iron bucket. In front of clients no matter how familiar they were, they only talked about work.

"Who knows."

Yi Qinghuan was very thoughtful and responded perfunctorily.

How could she not know.

Song Yuan glanced at her, "Since you returned to Rongcheng, you haven't had much contact with your friends here in Rongcheng. Did something happen?"

Yi Qinghuan frowned subconsciously. She picked up the car keys. When she approached the car, the lights automatically turned on.

She opened the driver's door and asked, "Should you drive it or should I?"

Song Yuan asked her to look at the high heels on her feet, "I can't do it, please go ahead, cousin."

Yi Qinghuan nodded and sat in.

Today she was invited to come to the road show.

Although she had an unpleasant quarrel with the crew and director Chen because of the script, she knew how to be a good person and made up for it, at least on the surface she was okay.

As a chief editor, she was willing to take a step back and only name herself as one of the screenwriters of "The Empress Kills". The crew would not give her face.

When Producer Zhou invited Yi Qinghuan, Song Yuan was also there. She happened to have no rehearsals at this time, so she came with him.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered something," Song Yuan said: "On the day of Brother Mo's wedding, before the chaos happened, cousin, you left for a long time and didn't come back. Where were you?"

"squeak--"

Yi Qinghuan stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car.