Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 109 The concubine really can't do it!

Shu Nianchen was shocked by his deep gaze.

Can he still read minds?

Otherwise, how would he know that Jin Kaka asked her to thank him, not so simple?
Thinking of the way she winked at her in the afternoon, it was so charming... If she wanted to do the same to Nan Jinghong, she only had one thought——

The concubine really can't do it!

Seeing that she was speechless for a long time to refute, Nan Jinghong became even more suspicious.

"It seems that your friend's thanks are really that simple."

She frowned, and when she looked up to see the wicked smile on his thin lips, she felt more and more ashamed.

"Don't think about it yourself, just, there's nothing like it!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly averted her eyes and hurriedly looked for reasons, "I seem to have thought of an idea for shooting a commercial, I'll go and write it down, you can go for a walk slowly!"

Without waiting for Nan Jinghong's response, Shu Nianchen quickly ran back on the soles of his feet.

Her behavior of running away with a guilty conscience aroused Nan Jinghong's curiosity even more.

This woman must be hiding something from him.

……

Shu Nianchen ran back to the villa, grabbed a maid, and asked her to pick up Nan Jinghong who was still in the yard, and then went upstairs to return to the room.

In order to enrich Nan Jinghong's cold and useless bedroom, Shu Nianchen also bought a few comfortable and soft pillows online at his own expense, and they arrived this afternoon. Xiaoli unpacked them for her, cleaned them and put them in the master bedroom It belongs to the small space in Shu Nianchen's territory.

Sitting down on the soft cushion, Shu Nianchen sighed, stretched his body greatly, patted himself on the face several times, cleared up his mood, and was ready to start working.

Turned on the computer to surf the Internet, and searched for some of DK's past perfume advertisements. During the dazzling screen transitions, Shu Nianchen felt more and more headaches.

Sure enough, this advertisement is not good...

After pondering for a long time, she didn't come up with a clue, and didn't want to waste the whole night, so she took a pen and copied the photos she took in the afternoon, and recorded the fragrance base of the perfume, stroke by stroke.

After writing the last word, she bit the pen cap and was in a daze, her head was empty, many things flashed by, but she couldn't catch anything.

Advertising ideas, always, for nothing.

Before I knew it, it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Nan Jinghong returned to the bedroom, opened the door, and saw Shu Nianchen who was still biting the cap of his pen and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

From his point of view, the girl's side face is quiet and beautiful, and the curve from cheek to neck is just right, it is actually a little more calm and indifferent than usual.

Nan Jinghong smiled softly, closed the door, and approached her.

She hasn't noticed yet.

When he came to the table, he looked at the contents of her notebook and sneered.

"Is that what you think?"

Shu Nianchen suddenly came back to his senses, and then suddenly realized that Nan Jinghong had returned.

She covered the notebook with guilt, "This is an important secret, how could you peek at it!"

Nan Jinghong snorted, "Look at the ceiling in a daze, I think you won't be able to produce your work until the start of school."

This is really too much... But Shu Nianchen couldn't find the confidence to refute him.

It's been several days, but she didn't think of any clues, which really hit her self-confidence.

After closing the notebook, she said in frustration, "Everything is difficult at the beginning, why do I feel that this matter is even more difficult for me?"

"It's getting late, pack your things and rest."

"Oh……"

Shu Nianchen was obedient, put away the littered things in a corner, took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

Looking at her devastated look, Nan Jinghong shook his head helplessly.

Picking up a small tofu pillow she had missed by her feet, she squeezed it with her slender fingers, and it felt surprisingly good.

It was soft and soft, reminding him of the touch somewhere on her body, which made him more happy than these objects.

(End of this chapter)