First Lady

"Not soon, okay? I guess as long as you agree, Mingyuan can hold a wedding right away. At that time, my sister will be the big matchmaker for you two."

Alan Yue said, Qin Yu's face became darker like the bottom of a pot, and the eyes that looked at Bai Ling became more and more fierce.

Bai Ling watched and moved her steps so that Alan's body could block Qin Yu's gaze.

Bai Ling was very depressed, she didn't offend this Uncle Heavenly King, could it be that he is still narrow-mindedly resenting her for blowing up his kitchen?

No, if that's the case, then...it's too...unlike a man. [

Alan smiled and talked about the details of the marriage, and Bai Ling wondered whether she should talk to Qin Yu alone for a while. If he really still minded the kitchen, she could convert the loss into RMB and she would return it to him.

Chu Zhengfei whispered into Qin Yu's ear and said, "Hey, your face is so ugly, don't you like it? Don't want to hear that she is getting married?"

Qin Yu was taken aback, and said stiffly, "Get out!"

Qin Yu's ears were a little hot, he seemed to have been poked into something, a little... ashamed and angry.

Chu Zhengfei was scolded a lot anyway, so he didn't care about Qin Yu's words at all, and still said excitedly: "Tsk tsk, you say you, and you don't like him, so what does it matter if he marries you?"

Chu Zhengfei is a little incompetent as a manager. He knows that Qin Yu's current situation is not suitable for a relationship, but he still wants Qin Yu to find out the truest feelings in his heart.

The relationship between Chu Zhengfei and Qin Yu was not just that of a manager and a movie star, but that of brothers.

The photographer who met Alan was a little embarrassed. Alan left him, pulled Bai Ling and kept talking about getting married, completely forgetting that he was still there.

In desperation, he could only intervene between Bai Ling and Alan: "Alan, why don't you go first and contact me later, are you free the day after tomorrow?"

Only then did Alan shift his gaze to the photographer: "Look, I'm patronizing Bai Ling's wedding. I'm sorry, the day after tomorrow? I have time! I'll treat you to dinner then, and I'll give you a chance."

The photographer smiled heartily: "Hehe, then you can invite the reception banquet and the farewell banquet together."

"Hey, you're leaving the day after tomorrow?"

"This time Qin Yu's photobook will be released before the end of the year, so it's a little tight." Because Alan is no longer an agent, these things are nothing to her.