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

Chapter 721 Chief Screenwriter

Nan Jiaojiao rolled her eyes gracefully.

Of course, he avoided the camera and didn't let him see it.

She put the phone aside and fixed it with something, and the camera just happened to be able to shine above her shoulders.

Bo Yanqing laughed, "How about guarding against me?"

"Ah!" Nan Jiaojiao nodded vigorously, "Isn't it obvious enough?"

Bo Yanqing leaned sideways on the armrest of the sofa, propped his temples with his hands, and looked at her for a moment, his eyes sparkled, and there was only her reflection in his pupils.

Finally let him succeed.

Nan Jiaojiao was always unable to defend herself, but she was not in a hurry. She didn't pick up her mobile phone immediately after she dropped it. She picked it up after drying off the water on her body. She wiped it with a paper towel and didn't bother to use it after lying in bed. Holding her hand, she opened Bo Yanqing's sleeping pillow a bit, put the phone on it, and turned to sleep on her side.

"Good night."

"Good night," Bo Yanqing kept looking at her, "Go to sleep, I'll hang up after you fall asleep."

"Ah."

She rubbed her face into the pillow and slowly closed her eyes.

……

The next day, Bo Yanqing failed to come back.

He said as soon as possible, but three days have passed, and he is still in the capital.

I would call Nan Jiaojiao every day, but the conversations were relatively brief, and I made two video calls in the past three days.

She didn't ask much. Before going out this morning, she told him that she was going to the opening ceremony of "Empress Killing".

In the dressing room, Chu Yao is doing makeup and hair. The game is not going very well. After losing two games in a row, he will start the next one. His fingernails are tapping on the screen impatiently.

Pointing to a little assistant, "Go and watch outside, when my baby comes, bring her here."

The little assistant was a little dazed, "Sister Chu Yao, your baby is..."

some kind of pet?

Chu Yao exited the game interface and found a beautiful photo of Nan Jiaojiao, "It looks like this, it's better to look at that."

"I understand, I understand."

The little assistant wanted to take a picture with his mobile phone, but when he saw the face in the photo, hey guy, Mei Cheng is not a star in the entertainment industry, she is definitely easy to find among a bunch of mortals.

Nan Jiaojiao got out of the car, and before she walked half a street into the film and television city, she was found by the assistant and brought directly to Chu Yao's dressing room.

Sister Mi was also there, and after a face-to-face meeting, Nan Jiaojiao walked up behind Chu Yao, and a mobile phone fell into her hand.

"Baby, help me, I'm so red-eyed."

Nan Jiaojiao took a look at the record of 0-8, and said disgustedly: "You hit it with your feet?"

"It's not my fault, the assistant's pot, I can't go up when I'm crispy, right?"

Nan Jiaojiao snorted mockingly, sat on the chair next to her, and turned the situation around in a few minutes.

Before the makeup and hair were done, another group of people came in. The director was followed by a tall and slender figure. The two talked with each other. Just passing by here, the director came over to have a few words with Chu Yao.

Chu Yao said a few words in a good-tempered manner, and suddenly noticed a gaze, and when he looked over, he happened to meet Yi Qinghuan's gaze.

"Small waist."

Yi Qinghuan spoke softly, and others didn't hear him clearly. When he walked up to Chu Yao, he smiled slightly, "Miss Chu."

Chu Yao's eyebrows twitched. She knew Yi Qinghuan, but they were not close friends. At most, they had spoken to each other, and she couldn't even remember his name.

It was rare to be polite, "What's your surname?"

Yi Qinghuan was startled, but his face remained unchanged, "Yi Qinghuan, we are going to work together on this drama, and I am the chief screenwriter."

"Really?" Chu Yao leaned back so that the make-up artist could step in and shake her, and only glanced briefly with the end of his eyes, "Why weren't you around during the script reading?"

(End of this chapter)