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

"I want a latte, the store on Tongque Street, help me buy some new desserts, and a cup of milk tea, less ice and more sugar."

Chu Yao wasn't angry at all, and the director wasn't doing superficial tricks either. After he wrote them down one by one, he turned around and told his assistant to buy them.

When he walked out of the dressing room, the smiling face never came down, and a blind man could hear the trembling smile in his breath.

Yi Qinghuan also saw the movement on Weibo, and when she logged in again, she was squeezed out. All the big men in Rongcheng spoke up to support Chu Yao. The popularity of this drama was unprecedented, and it became popular before it was broadcast.

At that time, she accepted the adaptation of this drama because of the director's face, and she also found out Chu Yao's works to see, she is a talented actor.

But she's chubby.

Just can't like it.

Being pampered by the people in Mo Tingshen's circle, he is like a little princess. He is self-willed, has a big temper, and is not smooth-tempered. Most of the credit for being an orphan can be attributed to Chu Yao's face.

Yi Qinghuan put away the phone, said with a light smile, "Yan Qing and the others are really serious, and they don't discuss it with me. This makes me look stingy. They are still like this, they just like to protect their own people."

This is a joke.

Chu Yao glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

No one responded to Yi Qinghuan's teasing, she was a little embarrassed, and left without saying a few words.

Chu Yao sent all the make-up artists away, and only kept two assistants. These are her own people, and there are no outsiders around, so she speaks more freely, and said directly: "What the hell."

Nan Jiaojiao raised her head and threw the phone to Chu Yao, "I can't make calls, your WeChat keeps ringing."

Chu Yao has two mobile phones, two WeChat IDs, the one that asked for money just now, she usually uses it as a work account, so that mobile phone is quiet.

She swiped open WeChat and glanced at it, but didn't click on a single message, so it was folded upside down on the desktop.

"Then I'll give you the tablet next time, can you help me improve my rank?"

Nan Jiaojiao picked her up, "Thank you, I have a number."

"Don't be like this, I'm so Jiaojiao, you're the best, I'll give you a big hug!"

Chu Yao rushed over, Nan Jiaojiao wanted to push her away, but she was afraid that the costume on Chu Yao would be damaged in the tugging. She had just put on her makeup, and she stretched out her hand, and she didn't know where it fell, and it happened that Chu Yao was beeping. With her mouth open for a kiss, Nan Jiaojiao squeezed her chin and pushed her away.

"leave me alone."

Chu Yao laughed loudly, and suddenly changed the subject, "Then Yi Qinghuan, have you seen it?"

"I have seen."

Just now Nan Jiaojiao didn't look up, and Yi Qinghuan didn't turn around either.

I don't know if Yi Qinghuan saw her or not, but Nan Jiaojiao has never been a hot-tempered person, she doesn't say anything, and she never rushes.

"Be careful, that girl grew up with them and they were in the same class in high school. Yan Chi treated her very well, and Bo Yanqing—"

Chu Yao sat back on the sofa, threw off his shoes, put his feet on the armrest of the sofa, and squinted at Nan Jiaojiao, "I heard that before she went abroad, she and Bo Yanqing were talking about marriage, it was her The one who rejected him, the marriage was proposed by the Bo family, I don't know whether Bo Yanqing was voluntary or forced by the family, but his attitude was quite ambiguous at the time."

Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips.

"Did you listen to what I said?" Chu Yao was anxious.

Sometimes she really stamped her feet anxiously for Nan Jiaojiao's overly buddhist character.

This is the end of what needs to be mentioned, and when Nan Jiaojiao opened her mouth, she almost lost her breath in shock.