Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 28

It is no secret in the industry that Wang Mingjun is an old pervert.

Last night, in order to win more scenes, she had already stayed with him all night.

Don't look at him as a dog, there are so many tricks on the bed that when she got up this morning, she was very uncomfortable.

Hmph, if Qian Mengmeng hadn't snatched her female number three, why would she be like this!
Su Weiran's hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched into fists, and the nails almost dug into the flesh.

Wang Mingjun raised his eyes to look at her, his expression was neither salty nor dull, and he seemed a little alienated, "Are you free tonight, let me tell you about a play, eh?"

"Tonight? Yes." Su Weiran sweetly agreed.

Spicy chicken, pervert, I haven't had enough fun all night, I'm still here tonight!

"Then at 08:30 in the evening, come to my room." After Wang Mingjun finished speaking, he stretched his head and looked behind her.

With just one glance, he stood up from his chair.

"Qian Mengmeng." Wang Mingjun opened his mouth and shouted into the distance.

Su Weiran's body froze almost inaudibly for a moment, and then he clenched his teeth even more bitterly.

Not long after, Qian Mengmeng trotted over with an innocent smile on her face, "Hi, Director Wang, I joined the group today."

After looking her up and down for a moment, the corner of Wang Mingjun's mouth twitched slightly, "Did you roll in the field? What a mess."

Hearing this, Qian Mengmeng scratched her hair in embarrassment, "I accidentally fell."

"Fall flat?"

"……kindness."

Wang Mingjun immediately shouted, "Think of yourself as the heroine, and fall on the ground! Go back and don't be an eyesore here. Let's rest today."

After joining the group on the first day, she was rejected by the director, and Qian Mengmeng was very frustrated.

When I called Du Ruan to report his safety at night, my tone was inevitably a little downcast.

However, Du Ruan was immersed in the animation at this time, and didn't notice her little slump at all, and the reply was coping, um, and hung up after a while.

Finding out the group photo with Jing Chen, Qian Mengmeng admired it carefully for a while, and decided to share this happy event with others.

If you share the happiness, the happiness will be doubled, so the mood should be better!

With this in mind, she opened the address book, found Mr. Song, the contact person, and started editing text messages.

"Mr. Song, I took a photo with the male god today. It's all thanks to Mr. Song. I hope I can bring you good luck by sharing the photo. I wish you can take a photo with the goddess in your heart."

The reason why she chose Mr. Song was entirely because of Qian Mengmeng. She looked through the address book and found that she really didn't know who to share with except Mr. Song.

Among her frequent contacts are Du Ruan, Mr. Song and her family.

Du Ruan, Jing Chen's senior Hei Hei, must not post.

As for the family, they simply pay attention to these...

Not long after the text message was sent, Qian Mengmeng's cell phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID, she almost fell off the bed.

God, Mr. Song actually called her!

"Mr. Song, good evening!" While talking on the phone, Qian Mengmeng straightened her back unconsciously, looking serious.

On the other end of the call, there was a moment of silence.After a long while, a pleasant voice sounded, "Qian Mengmeng, are you going to work or star chasing?"

Qian Mengmeng: "..."

Oh my god, it seems that Mr. Song is not happy seeing the photos, but rather displeased?

"Mr. Song, don't worry, I will work hard to film, and I won't embarrass you!" Qian Mengmeng quickly expressed her opinion.

There was another period of silence, until Qian Mengmeng's back gradually collapsed, when he suddenly heard him asking casually, "What's wrong with your hands?"

(End of this chapter)