The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 967

If she can't get up, that bad man will lift her quilt and do whatever she wants.

After getting up, she can at least catch up on sleep on the way to work by car.

In short, I feel more tired than getting up at four or five o'clock in the morning to film a movie!

I really want to take a scene and go out to shoot for a few months, and stay away from this bastard!
But she has already used up her share of filming.

How can I take another play?
Still, talk to him?
During the lunch break, she was trapped in Mo Junting's arms. The man's eyelashes drooped slightly, his nose bridge was straight, and his lips were perfectly shaped, as if they were finely crafted from heaven.

It's just that the character is too bad!
Thinking about the futility of talking to him so many times before, she thought about it and thought it would be more practical to find a way to take on another play.

Just thinking about it, the phone rang.

her.

The location is a bit far away.

Yan Zhixin carefully moved Mo Junting's hand away, and was about to get out of bed to get her cell phone, when she noticed that the man in his arms stretched out his hand, grabbed her hand, and said in a breathy voice, "Don't leave."

Yan Zhixin pressed his hand back viciously: "I'm just going to answer the phone."

The rough action woke up the man. Mo Junting opened his eyes, glanced at the time with an uneasy expression, realized that it was still early, frowned and said, "Whoever called, first deduct 20.00% of his year-end bonus."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Mo Junting got up and hugged her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. A lock of hair on his forehead was slightly raised, making his stern face a little softer: "If it's a man, another 20.00 will be deducted. %."

Resolutely breaking away his hand, she got up to get the phone.

Seeing the caller ID, she had a look of surprise in her eyes, and immediately turned her head and said to him: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I can't call it."

Because, he is not from Emperor Entertainment.

Nor is it Mo Junting's person.

Rather, the crew of "Elf", the male elf in male number three.

Oh, the name is Muslimian.

The name of the milk.

On the phone, Muslimian said happily: "I heard that Huaxia's food is very delicious. I specially found a time to come to Huaxia. It's the city you are in. Surprised, right?"

Surprise can't be called surprise, Yan Zhixin was more surprised, and asked with a smile: "Then did you eat delicious food?"

Muslimian sighed, "No. I'm lost."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Muslimian's face collapsed: "I also lost my passport."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Muslimian's voice was already crying: "I also forgot the name of the hotel I booked."

He scratched the beautiful blonde hair: "I don't know where I am now, can you help me?"

Yan Zhixin was speechless.

Even if you can lose yourself, you are also drunk.

Just as she was about to speak, a hand suddenly reached out, took her cell phone away, cut it cleanly and threw it aside.

(End of this chapter)