I am the daughter of the bosses

Chapter 108 Being Squeezed Out in the Film Crew

In the middle of the night, Cheng Luo regained her spirits.

Su Qiao quickly brought her some water: "Do you feel all right?"

Cheng Luo smiled, took the water and drank it.

"Fortunately, you were not the one who was in danger," she said. "When I was stabbed by the poisonous needle, I kept thinking of this sentence."

"why?"

Su Qiao looked at Cheng Luo.

Cheng Luo's finger brushed across Su Qiao's face: "Because you were entrusted to me by the chief, it is my responsibility to protect you!"

"Sorry, I……"

Su Qiao felt very sad, and she couldn't help but began to suspect that the assassination had something to do with Young Master Yu.

Although based on what she knew about Young Master Yu in her previous life, if he knew she was still alive, the actions he would take would be even more...

"Now do you know why we gave you a physical training class?"

Cheng Luo's expression suddenly became serious: "What happened during the day today is neither the first time nor the last time!"

"I will work hard to make myself stronger!"

"With your small body, how strong can you be!"

Cheng Luo patted Su Qiao's forehead disdainfully: "If you survive to death, you have the ability to protect yourself. When it's critical, shoot yourself, and don't be a burden to the chief!"

"...Sister Cheng, don't scare me!"

Cheng Luo's words made Su Qiao's face pale with fright.

Cheng Luo couldn't help muttering: "Sure enough, it's impossible to count on you! In a few days, when the draft finals are done, I'll take you to experience the real life in the military camp!"

After finishing speaking, she pointed to the door: "Hurry up and go back to your room to sleep, you have an announcement tomorrow afternoon!"

"Sister Cheng, you...why are you so nice to me..."

Su Qiao said embarrassedly, stood up and left the room.

The room was in darkness, but Cheng Luo's eyes swung open.

Enduring the severe pain in her legs, she took out the notebook under the pillow and began to write the report.

"A post-event report on the No. 15 attempted kidnapping and injury against the wife..."

……

When Su Qiao rushed to the shooting location, she felt that everyone's attitude towards her was a bit weird, not affectionate, but not overly indifferent.

When the little girl carrying props passed by, Su Qiao saw that the props were heavy and wanted to give her a hand, but the other party hurriedly avoided, so that she fell to the ground and the props were broken.

The field staff rushed over when they heard the sound, and were about to reprimand the temporary worker, when they saw Su Qiao standing aside, they nodded and bowed: "Miss Mo, are you okay!"

Su Qiao noticed that the temporary worker's arm was scraped, and asked the field manager, "Is there any iodine?"

"Yes, yes! Bring it here immediately!"

The field manager immediately turned around to look for iodine, and ignored the temporary workers and fragments of props on the ground.

Su Qiao helped the temporary worker up: "Are you all right?"

"fine……"

Temporary workers showed obvious resistance.

At this time, the field manager came over with iodine and alcohol cotton. Seeing the temporary worker being supported by Su Qiao, he immediately sternly said, "You're so delicate at such a young age! Moving a prop can scratch the skin!"

"I just……"

"She wanted to avoid me just now, but accidentally stepped on the air and fell down."

Su Qiao took the iodine from the hands of the field clerk and painted the palms of the temporary workers.

The face of the temporary worker became more and more unnatural.

"...No...No need...Don't come near me...I..."

She resisted too clearly, Su Qiao couldn't help but look at the field manager: "What's going on!"

"This one……"

The field manager looked like someone stuffed a steamed bun full of flies into his mouth.

The temporary worker's expression was more subtle.

Just at this time, the director called for the scene manager to come over. Su Qiao saw that there was no one around, and asked the temporary worker in a low voice, "How much do you pay for a day?"

(End of this chapter)