The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 922 The Stolen Artist
"Pianchu, get in the car, uncle hasn't seen you for a long time~"

The majestic next generation head of the Huo family, a middle-aged man with great dignity, personally opened the car door for Shen Pianlu, and looked at the girl with a loving smile on his face.

The assistant, with his arms folded, kept his face black all the time.

Photography has just ended.

The girl had just changed her clothes and removed her make-up, her fair face looked so smooth with milk.

Reflecting the lights that had just been turned on by the street, she showed a bright and friendly smile, and got into the car in a blink of an eye.

The assistant's face immediately darkened to the bottom.

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to block the car door that was about to be closed being pushed by Young Master Huo, bent slightly and looked at the girl with a creepy smile,
"Miss Shen, do you want to leave your post right now?"

Shen Pianlu blinked her eyes, looked up at him inexplicably,

"What is AWOL? I've already made today's schedule, okay?"

"It's also your duty to rest at the hotel you've booked at night to avoid the scandals that the paparazzi media will report indiscriminately, Miss Shen."

Yan Yi smiled deeper, but it made Shen Pianliu feel cold all over for no reason, and the snacks just found in the carriage fell on his knees.

"Do you think there will be any media in Yungang who dare to report news about the Huo family indiscriminately?"

Huo Zhenqing smiled like an old fox, blocked Assistant Yan's hand and closed the car door again, whispered the next sentence into Yan Yi's ear,
"Besides, isn't your Shao family still here?"

The voice with a smile paused, before Yan Yi's face completely cracked, he calmed down, and said lightly,
"Also, I haven't been back to Yungang for so long, and it's hard to come back once. I still suggest Mr. Yan to go back and have a look."

"The Shao family seems to be in a bit of a mess recently."

The middle-aged man patted the man's shoulder and said with a smile,
"It's not very safe to be the shopkeeper all the time, Mr. Yan."

Yan Yi looked slightly cold.

With a bang, Huo Zhenqing also got into the car.

In the window of the back seat, the girl picked up the snacks and patted the ashes, raised her head and smiled at him, waved her paw heartlessly,

"Don't worry, Mr. Assistant, Huo's family is just like my relative's. I'm just visiting relative's house, and his cook can make the best cola chicken wings in the world~"

"Go and stay at the hotel you have booked ~ See you tomorrow morning~"

Not long after the words were spoken, several cars roared away, and the girl's waving paws gradually disappeared from sight.

Yan Yi watched them disappear expressionlessly, and said in a calm voice,

"My family's cook can also make Coca-Cola Chicken Wings."

Then he looked away and let out a little breath.

After so many years of competition and getting along with each other, he still wouldn't question the character of the Huo family.

I can only believe the old man's reason for the time being.

He turned around and walked under the streetlight with a steady and cold pace.

A phone call was made quickly, the thin lips parted slightly, and the man said lightly,

"Come to Impression City to pick me up."

"I'm back to Yungang."

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When we arrived at Huo's house, the cook had just finished dinner.

On the long table are exquisite porcelain plates, which contain all kinds of delicacies in color, fragrance and taste.

They glisten under the light to seduce Miss Shen's sight and saliva.

Mr. Huo glanced at the girl's salivating expression and couldn't help laughing.

However, he was still laughing one second, and the next second he indifferently stopped the eldest son from sitting on the stool,

"You, either go upstairs to eat or go out to eat, don't stay here."

Huo Zhenqing: ...

Putting half of his butt down, he froze like this. The middle-aged man looked at his father's serious face in shock, and it took him a long time to swallow the question "Am I biological?"

(End of this chapter)