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Until the waiter served the food, four people sat at the same table, facing each other, Cheng Xuran and Song Yanqing sat together.

Fu Lingyi did not want to be tit-for-tat as usual. On the contrary, he had been quite quiet and occasionally talked to Song Yanqing.

"Then why haven't you contacted each other after you've known each other for so long?" she said, "I thought you didn't know each other."

"Something happened." Song Yanqing replied two messages and went out to answer the phone.

"Boss, have you seen the WeChat message I sent? How on earth is this program made? Uncle Wu and I are stuck here. Can you come over and show us some time?"

"Are you Uncle Wu excited?" Song Yanqing smiled with a smile on his lips and relaxed his eyebrows.

"No, he is secretly working hard behind my back!!"

This is actually the internal test of the first version of the Boweng Technology game. It seems that it works for Xia Yangan. Song Yanqing is in a better mood. He is blowing the wind and his eyebrows are deep. Leng Jun: "Learn more from him, and tell him not to stay up late and remember to eat." .”

Xia Yang: "..."

It's not me at all, you are the real love.

Song Yanqing paid the bill on the way back, then came back and patted Cheng Xuran on the shoulder: "Have you finished eating?"

"Well, I'm waiting for you."

She turned around and spoke, with a straight nose and pure black eyes.

Song Yanqing looked at her with slightly lowered eyelashes, his eyes relaxed and focused.

The two of them didn't say anything, but they just felt indescribably familiar.

If only I had known each other before.

Fu Lingyi's hands hanging on his knees were clenched repeatedly, and his nails dug into the curves of his palms, leaving incomplete blood stains on the moon, with a smile on his face.

Getting harder.

Very dazzling.

She doesn't believe it.

What comes first? "Song Yanqing."

"Ok?"

Fu Lingyi: "This Sixi Meatballs are pretty good."

When someone else was around, Song Yanqing swallowed the word "nonsense" on his lips, pulled down the corners of his lips, and said coldly, "Yeah."

Fu Lingyi guessed what he was going to say and snorted softly.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Song Yanlist held his coat in his hands and nodded to them, "We're leaving first."

"Would you like to send Sister Xuran home?" Fu Shihuai said, "If you are busy, I can just send Sister Xuran home."

Song Yanqing propped up the back of his chair, half-smiling but not smiling: "You want to send me off? Get in my car."

"We are all on the same road, so why should we get on the bus?" Cheng Xuran said to Fu Shihuai, interrupting them, "It's getting late, you should go home."

"The crew is meeting my sister, leave the house to me."

Fu Lingyi stood up: "See you next time, Song Yanqing and Cheng Xuran."

The first meeting was not tit-for-tat. Cheng Xuran was still a little uncomfortable and said goodbye.

Fu Lingyi watched them walk away, and the look on his face faded: "You like Cheng Xuran, right?"

"You chase her, I agree."

Split them up, and it just so happens that each of them is divided into one. Fu Lingyi's fingertips were holding the silver chain behind the mobile phone case, his finger bones were blue and white, and he said.

The filming of Zhaoxue was completed at the end of the month, with the final filming scene, and the drama that went through many twists and turns ended just like that. Everyone was very lively that night at the dinner party.

Feng Ming finished filming at almost the same time as Zhao Xue. One after the other, the two dramas had already been at odds with each other over the heroine before they even started filming. During the period, various Reuters costumes were quite popular, and they became more popular after filming.

Can a small production like Zhaoxue be comparable?
When Zhaoxue was wrapping up, it was a coincidence that Duan Yunming's new drama was being aired.

Duan Yunming has reaped the dividends of modern idol dramas. The latest drama——(End of Chapter)