long love becomes ill

Chapter 17 It's the same for me to make money
"I heard that you are going to be an actor?" Li Shenmu pressed her under him, and said in a deep voice, "Remember, I don't like my things to be stained with other smells."

Qing Huan subconsciously shrank back to the corner, lowered her eyes to play the role of irritability and impatience, and said sarcastically, "Young Master Li asks for bed companions like this?"

Li Shenmu curled his lips into a smile, his already extremely handsome face was like melting winter snow, it was extremely confusing, and Qing Huan was taken aback.

Li Shenmu stroked her small face, and said in a low voice: "It's the same with me to make money here, Qing Huan, [-] at a time, can be paid in advance, it's more than worth laughing with you outside."

Qing Huan wants to smoke, she only smokes to calm down when she is in the worst mood, but this is Li Shenmu's territory.She didn't want to show her true self in front of Li Shenmu.

"It's low, after all, Young Master Li has a lot of things to do every day." She lowered her eyes, smiled coldly, concealed all her emotions, and put her arms around the man's waist.

Man, she is really not in the mood to deal with him.She has to go to the crew to film tomorrow, so she can't go to bed too late.

When she woke up in the morning, the sky was bright and Li Shenmu was still on the bed. She touched the man's watch on the bedside, looked at the time, and saw that it was past 7 o'clock, then got up, took a shower, and casually put Li Shenmu on. A shirt, as light as a cat, came out of the bedroom.

The man opened his eyes the moment she closed the door, his eyes were obscure.

Nanyang at this point, bathed in the light of the morning sun, is like a shy and timid girl. Qing Huan went back to the small attic, touched the cigarette from the bag, pushed open the door, walked to the small garden on the terrace, and sat on the wooden chair for rest. On the bench, quietly lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes, and took a puff.

The smell of smoke choked into the throat, which was a little uncomfortable.

She slept for a very short time, her body was exhausted to the extreme, but her spirit was very clear.

She doesn't actually like smoking, but she would rather smoke than marijuana.

She felt better when a cigarette was burnt, and it was as if she had been bitten by a dog.

Sleeping hard and deep in the evening, she will not suffer.

When I went downstairs, only the servants and the housekeeper got up, Ms. Gu hadn't woken up yet, not to mention my mother, she didn't even see Xiaozheng in the past two days, the housekeeper said that the young master was sent to a boarding school .

Qing Huan's mood is very delicate, after all, she is a half-brother, but not only does her mother not let her see Xiao Zheng, she even avoids talking about Xiao Zheng's illness.

She didn't dare to think deeply, the relationship between their mother and daughter was originally weak, maybe she really shouldn't get close to this child.

Regardless of whether Xiaozheng is sick or not, she has already returned to Nanyang.

When she arrived at the set, it was less than nine o'clock, and she went to report, holding the script and studying while queuing up for the makeup artist.

This drama can be said to be a costume fantasy drama with a lot of beauties. There are five or six young girls waiting in line in front of Qing Huan to make up. Several girls gathered together to chat and gossip.

"Hey, have you heard that the deputy mayor Zhao Mingsheng was taken away last night." A girl said mysteriously.

(End of this chapter)