Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1757 Really Amnesia?

"Are you sure you don't know me?" Su Changle raised her eyebrows and asked, pointing to her nose.

Rong Beilan nodded, "I don't know."

"Are you sure?" Su Changle's voice was sinister, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she could see that she was really angry.

"You're annoying." Rong Beilan frowned.

Damn, did he really lose his memory?
Su Changle looked at Rong Beilan suspiciously, turned her beautiful eyes, and lay down in the coffin spontaneously.

I thought Rong Beilan would let her come out, but...

"Cover it, or you won't get a dime." An indifferent voice came from outside the coffin. Su Changle stared, her teeth creaking. Damn Rong Beilan, just wait for me!

"Yes, yes, hurry up." The big man hurriedly nodded and bowed to lift the coffin lid.

He thought he could dig out something good, but in the end he turned out to be an empty-headed fan. The big man's heart was pounding, fearing that Rong Beilan would blame him, he turned to Assistant Zhang for help.

At this moment, Assistant Zhang looked calm, but the sweat flowing on his face was not much better than that of a big man. Rong Beilan was standing beside him, not saying a word, but the aura around him made him breathless.

"Grandpa, yes, I'm sorry."

Assistant Zhang hesitated for a while, and finally came to Rong Beilan cautiously.

"Who said that there are cultural relics here?" His cold voice was obviously evil.

Seeing this scene, the big man's heart skipped a beat, and his tears were about to fall. He hated the person who sold his news to death. If he saw him, he would definitely slam his head off. What did he do? Just kidding, is this playing with my life?

"Assistant Zhang, this is none of my business!"

This generation was originally a barren mountain, but was temporarily contracted by a crew to film a movie. He remembered that there were two coffins at the foot of the mountain. Could it be...

Thinking of this, the big man couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Zhang Chen, how long have you been my assistant?" Rong Beilan turned to look at her assistant and remained silent for a long time.

The more this is the case, the more anxious Zhang Chen is. Who knows that the prince of the Universal Group has a bad temper, or is very bad. As long as there is a little bit of dissatisfaction, he likes to take advantage of the people around him.

"Master." He replied slowly, his heart was ashamed, the moment he lowered his head, he glanced at the woman lying in the coffin with her corpse. A little moved, but Zhang Chen turned his eyes to the big man without a trace, and blamed him.

In Su Changle's heart, she had already secretly greeted all eighteen generations of Rong Beilan's ancestors.

"This woman is very good!" Rong Beilan suddenly said lightly.

Damn it, Mrs. Rong Beilan said... your ancestor!
"Build it tight and send her back. This is the first and last time."

"Okay, sir!" Zhang Chen quickly bowed his head and replied.

Su Changle lay dead in the coffin like this, watching helplessly as she was sent back to the set, and then...

Then secretly swear, it's no wonder that my old lady still cares about you!
Just as she was thinking, the space in front of her suddenly distorted, and then, a thin man wearing a white top hat appeared in front of Su Changle.

"My lord, Bai Wuchang has something to say to my lord."

Su Changle glared at him angrily. "Put your farts away."

"..." My lord, where did your once elegant temperament go?

"My lord, Your Majesty has something to bring to you." Having said this, Bai Wuchang's body trembled, and he looked at Su Changle anxiously.

(End of this chapter)