Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 97

Li Anan's eyes were full of grief, and he screamed at the top of his lungs: Why did you kill my child?

An Qiyue squinted her eyes, and there were fierce, ferocious, and mocking beams of light in her eyes, and then she laughed ferociously: because I'm afraid you will be lonely after you go to hell.

"Slap" slap!

The director yelled beautifully, and it was over.

An Qiyue's cheeks were burning hot, she didn't expect Li An'an to really hit her, but she wrote it down for her for this drama, and then slowly paid back.

Li Anan came over proudly, brushed An Qiyue's shoulder lightly, and said, "I'm sorry, professional habits, slippery hands, I didn't keep it."

An Qiyue smiled brightly, curled her lips and said, "It's okay, Sister An An is really dedicated, Qi Qi wants to learn from you."

Li An'an no longer looked at An Qiyue, but stared at Liang Bowen with a meaningful smile. When the two people's eyes met, there was an ambiguous beam of light. An Qiyue snorted coldly in her heart. It's getting more and more interesting.

An Qiyue greeted Liang Bowen and said, "Director Liang, you are busy first, and I won't bother you."

Liang Bowen's eyes flashed with wisdom, and he politely replied to An Qiyue: "Miss An is very talented in acting, wait for my news."

An Qiyue squinted her eyes: "Compared with Miss An An, she is still far behind. Please give me more advice in the future."

Li An'an's standard oriental beauty face, An Qiyue pinched her fingers and calculated, she must be 35 at this age, her face is still juicy, charming and feminine.

Li An'an smiled generously, looked at Liang Bowen with his lips curled up, and said, "Nowadays, the young girl's backstage is getting harder and harder, if we old people don't work hard, I'm afraid we will drink the northwest wind, right, Director Liang. "

Liang Bowen's expression was dark, and he looked embarrassed for a second, and said: "An'an, my film can't tolerate sand, and those who can be in my film are all good actors selected from a million. If there is a good seed, I will be the director of the film. Naturally, I won't miss it. So, your words are serious."

The corners of Li An'an's mouth curled into a beautiful curve, and he smiled: "Well, Director Liang is one of the most strict in the industry, and of course An An knows it."

Speaking of which, Li An'an approached An Qiyue, stretched out his hand and said politely to An Qiyue: "An Qiyue, I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate!"

An Qiyue put on her sunglasses. She was three centimeters taller than Li An'an, giving off a heroic and free and easy look. An Qiyue raised her hand to touch the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, but did not reach out.

I just heard her smile clearly: "Sister An'an, your height is 172 in the online announcement, but I don't think it looks like it."

Of course not, An Qiyue's net height is 170, but she is obviously three inches taller than Li An'an, which shows that the information published on the Internet cannot be trusted.

After finishing speaking, An Qiyue brushed her seaweed-like long hair behind her, pushed open the shutter door behind her and strode away gracefully.

After An Qiyue left, Li An An stood in front of the blinds, fingering the green radishes in front of him casually, and said, "Cousin, who stuffed this for you?"

Liang Bowen took off his peaked cap, showed his bald head, and said, "An'an, how many times have I told you, don't call me brother casually outside. Also, you should change your temper, and beat people at every turn."

Li An'an's expression darkened, he turned around, and said displeasedly: "You didn't see that little bitch running on me, nor did you see what she was."

Liang Bowen threw away the hat in his hand, and said in a cold tone, "An'an, it's your fault. Let's go if you have nothing to do. I still have something to do."

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(End of this chapter)