food idol

Chapter 89

Wen Tang, who deeply felt that time is money, said without raising his head, "Thank you." Then he continued to murmur.

In the middle, Xiao Su came over, put some black ointment on Wen Tang's head, and asked her to fill half a cup of the same dark liquid.

There is a faint smell in the air, which is quite ancient, and seems to have a mellow fragrance of history.

Looking at Wen Tang's constipated face, Mu Fan was rarely curious, "What is it?"

Xiao Su pulled Wen Tang's hair and took a look, then took the time to answer, "Didn't my sister hurt her head a while ago, the hair follicles near the scar were seriously damaged, and the hair is easy to grow badly. The folk remedies requested by the old Chinese medicine practitioners are said to be effective."

Wen Tang, who frantically drank half a bucket of water to rinse his mouth, raised his head, cloudy, "If it doesn't work, I'll kill him!"

Madan is simply too bitter!No, this has gone far beyond the definition of suffering, and it is definitely the only weapon for torture to extract confessions.

At first Mu Fan was really curious, but seeing Wen Tang's distorted expression of wanting to rush out and kill someone immediately, he immediately resolutely dismissed the idea of ​​leaning over to smell it...

The shooting location of the commercial was on the street in the downtown area. Many passers-by saw cameras and reflectors set up, and many of them stopped to watch. There were also fans who came after hearing the news. The scene was so noisy that it was a headache.

Wen Tang is not the kind with a particularly good memory, and the noisy environment has seriously reduced the effect of reciting, or the bitter medicine soup she drank just now damaged her memory cells, and she looked at the script book with eyes murderous look.

Mu Fan always had a professional smile on his face, and from time to time he raised his hand to say hello to the outside, asking someone to take a photo or something.

Seeing that Wen Tang kept his head buried in ignoring things outside the window, he nudged her with his elbow, "Hey, don't memorize it by rote, what good effect will it have? Hey, your fan club is here, look up! Not over there , over here, laugh!"

Wen Tang was like a robot, raising his head, turning his head, smiling, and then continued to bury his head.

(End of this chapter)