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Chapter 398 Does Qiao Luo Still Have Any Preferences (2)

Just as Duan Fan was about to speak, Director Zhang opened the door and walked in.

He went straight to Lan Xi, "Lan Xi, how are you, are you okay?"

Lan Xi shook her head and lowered her voice, "I'm sorry, Uncle, I made you worry."

Director Zhang looked at him carefully, and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's good that you're fine, you scared me to death."

He patted him on the shoulder, "Rest today, let's shoot tomorrow, you go back and have a good sleep."

Fortunately, it was Duan Fan who came this time, otherwise he would have nothing to do.

Lan Xi shook her head and said softly, "No, I'm fine, let's continue shooting."

There are still so many staff members who are waiting, and the progress cannot be delayed because of him, and he will also ask for two days off in two days, so now he has to catch up with the progress.

Director Zhang asked worriedly, "Are you sure you can?"

Lan Xi hummed, and Director Zhang said, "Okay, then I'll call the make-up artists to come in."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

Duan Fan pulled a chair over and sat down beside him.

He asked him, "Qiao Luo has acquired Qiao's Group, and the ribbon will be cut in a few days, do you want to go together?"

Lan Xi nodded lightly, "I have to catch up with a few scenes in the next few days, so I can spare time to go there."

At this moment, the makeup artist and assistants walked in, accompanied by Tang Xin.

She asked with concern, "Lan Xi, are you okay?"

Lan Xi looked apologetically, "It was my mistake just now."

"Ham, it's a small matter." Tang Xin waved her hand, "It's as long as you're fine."

The makeup artist took tools to touch up Lan Xi's makeup. Duan Fan reached for the thermos bottle, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to him.

"Drink it, it's going to be cold." He urged.

Lan Xi reached out to take the thermos, took a straw and put it into the bottle.

He drank through the straw, so that the makeup artist could touch up his makeup.

Smelling the smell of ginger tea, Tang Xin flashed a trace of resistance, "Ginger tea tastes so bad, why do you all like to drink it?"

She couldn't bear the smell just by smelling it.

Lan Xi was puzzled, "Are you choking?"

Maybe it's because he has been used to drinking since he was a child, and he thinks it's quite delicious.

Especially drinking in winter, I feel my body is warm.

Tang Xin nodded heavily, "Very choking."

"Just now you said who else likes to drink?" Lan Xi asked casually.

"Qiao Luo." Tang Xin said carelessly, "She drinks too."

Lan Xi's eyes froze, and she turned to look at her, "You said, Qiao Luo also likes to drink ginger tea?"

Tang Xin propped her jaw, "It should be, I've seen her drink it several times before, and I asked her if she didn't think the taste of ginger tea was strange."

"What did she say?" Lan Xi asked.

"She said..." Tang Xin frowned, trying to recall, "She seemed to say that she was used to it."

Habit?

Lan Xi's pupils shrank slightly, and a little excitement surged up in her heart.

He turned his head to look at Duan Fan, and nodded tacitly.

Duan Fan raised his eyes to look at Tang Xin, and asked tentatively, "What other eating habits does Qiao Luo have, such as what she likes to drink and what she doesn't like to drink."

Meeting the gazes of the two of them, no matter how slow Tang Xin reacted, she could sense something was wrong.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the two of them, "No, why are you so concerned about Qiao Luo's preferences?"

Duan Fan has a fiancée, but Lan Xi doesn't have one. Could it be that he really wants to pry the corner of the wall?

Lan Xi laughed and explained, "It's not what you think. We owed Qiao Luo a favor before and planned to treat her to a meal later, so first ask her if she has any special preferences in eating."

"That's it, I was shocked. I thought you were interested in Qiao Luo." Tang Xin patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

The worries were dispelled, and she said without defense, "Qiao Luo doesn't seem to be very picky about food, but she is very good at cooking, and it is super delicious."

"She can cook?" Lan Xi's heart was filled with excitement, and she couldn't even bother to drink ginger tea.

"Yeah, I ate it once, it was super delicious." Tang Xin licked her lips, "Bei Jue has a good taste."

Beijue, that cheapskate, if he wasn't too stingy, she could have had a few more meals with Qiao Luo's cooking.

"Does Qiao Luo drink alcohol?" Duan Fan continued to ask, and then added a few more words, "If she does, invite her to dinner in a few days and bring a bottle of good wine."

Tang Xin chuckled, "Don't worry about this, Qiao Luo doesn't drink."

Lan Xi asked, "Why?"

"She can't drink, not even beer," she said.

After the words fell, Lan Xi and Duan Fan's eyes flashed joy.

Their family, Qiqi, can cook good food and doesn't know how to drink alcohol. Qiaoluo matches Qiqi in these aspects.

During the chat, Lan Xi's makeup was also finished.

Tang Xin glanced at the time and said, "It's almost time, let's shoot first, we'll talk later."

Lan Xi responded with a good voice, then turned to look at Duan Fan with a warm voice, "Are you waiting for me here, or do you want to go first?"

Duan Fan frowned when thinking of the scene he was going to shoot later, "Can't you follow me to the shooting scene?"

After Lan Xi finished drinking the ginger tea, he handed the thermos bottle to him, "Another day, you stay here and wait for me, I will try to come back as soon as possible."

He didn't want him to see him in a mess, even if it was acting.

"Be careful, safety first." Knowing his stubborn temper, Duan Fan didn't want to argue with him again because of this matter.

Lan Xi nodded, pushed the wheelchair and left with the staff.

In an instant, Duan Fan was the only one left in the dressing room.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, he absently played with the thermos in his hand.

……

After staying up all night and working overtime for three consecutive days, Qiao Luo and his party were finally able to catch their breath.

Putting down the documents at hand, the five of them slumped on the sofa chairs.

Warm lights flowed on them, and the dark circles under the eyelids became darker again.

Ling Beibei clutched Gulu's screaming stomach, and said weakly, "I'm so hungry."

Wan Chuyi turned his head to look at the woman beside him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Qiao, please have a late-night snack?"

Qiao Luo leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes, "You can order what you want to eat."

The casual tone was full of fatigue.

I am used to living a comfortable life, but suddenly I am not used to getting busy all of a sudden.

At this moment, she suddenly had some admiration for her family, Long Beijue, and she had to manage the affairs of the alliance and the property under the name of the Long family. She felt a headache even thinking about it.

"Come on, Mr. Qiao has sent a message, and you can report anything you want to eat." Wan Chuyi sat up, picked up his mobile phone, and prepared to order takeaway.

Ling Beibei came over and ordered food along with her.

"I want this, and this."

Wan Chuyi laughed and said, "It's all meat, can you order some vegetarian ones and turn into a little chubby pig, be careful that Song Ao doesn't want you."

Ling Beibei turned to look at Song Ao, and asked bluntly, "Song Ao, can you?"

Song Ao Chongni said, "Eat whatever you want, and if you get fat, it's my family."

Ling Beibei bent her lips, and the dimples on her cheeks were very delicate and cute.

"Damn it, how many times have I said it, don't give me dog food when I want to eat, can you be kind?" Wan Chu shook the goosebumps on his body and complained.

(End of this chapter)