Every day I wake up, the actor is collapsing

Chapter 70 The Non-Mainstream Black Fan Boss
Strict husband?
Yu Bai really figured it out, Zhao Qiaosheng twitched his brows and didn't think any more.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon after the consultation. She was stretching herself, and there was a lunch box sent by the man on the empty table next to her.

Zhao Qiaosheng took a look, got up and sat down.

Two meat, one vegetable and one soup, stir-fried shrimp, sweet and sour pork ribs, scrambled egg with tomato, white fungus and lotus seed soup.

It's quite complete, and it's all her favorite food.

In the office, the man was wearing a light-colored suit, leaning on the boss's chair, looking dignified.

Looking at the photos sent from the phone, Jian Moshen didn't know how long she had been looking at them. Anyway, just looking at her like this would give her a feeling of solidity and fullness in her heart.

[Is the food still appetizing? 】

A message was sent, the phone was clutched in the palm of the hand, and the man took a deep breath.

Zhao Qiaosheng looked at the latest message sent by Jian Moshen, she couldn't help but carefully looked down at the food in front of her, as if she understood something.

Zhao Qiaosheng: 【Brother, you sent someone to deliver the food to me? 】

Jian Moshen: [Well, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just asked someone to order a few. 】

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The man called him Young Master, Zhao Qiaosheng didn't think much about it, he thought it was Sheng Lan.

But how could it be Jian Moshen?
After working together for so many years, Zhao Qiaosheng realized at this moment that he didn't seem to know Jian Moshen at all. He didn't know the situation of his family, how his parents were, and he didn't take the initiative to mention it.

Being called Young Master, the family background should not be bad, right?
Just why was it never mentioned?
Thinking about it, Zhao Qiaosheng replied:

[No, the brother ordered all my favorite food, thank you! 】

Looking at the message sent by Zhao Qiaosheng, Jian Moshen narrowed his eyes, and his light-colored lips were slightly pursed together in a not-so-obvious arc upward.

Just like him, everything he does is impeccable and unpredictable.

"Master Sheng, give me another angle here!"

"Hey, okay, keep it up!"

"Okay, let's go!"

After finishing the last shot, Sheng Lan called it a day, Zhong Shuo came up and handed him water, "Master, your shot just now was really good!"

"is it?"

With an understatement of doubt on his face, Sheng Lan reached out to take the water glass, raised his head and poured two mouthfuls into it.

Ruan Jiang hurried over after a few polite words with the director team and the producer, "Master Sheng, I have a sister celebrating a birthday here, so I'll go there first, and let Xiao Zhong take you back later, okay? "

With no expression, Sheng Lan glanced at her, Ruan Jiang avoided Sheng Lan's sight, feeling weak in her heart.

There was obviously only two or three seconds between them, but Ruan Jiang felt like a century had passed.

Sheng Lan said, "Go."

"Thank you Master Sheng, Master Sheng is the best~" Ruan Jiang turned around, confessed that Zhong Shuo must send Sheng Lan home safely, and left happily.

"Master Sheng, let's go too," Zhong Shuo said after glancing at Sheng Lan.

Sheng Lan: "Go to the hospital."

"Ah? Hospital? Oh, Mr. Sheng, are you going to see Dr. Zhao?"

Zhong Shuo understood instantly, but he also remembered that Sheng Lan and Zhao Qiaosheng were almost exposed in the hospital a few days ago, "Master, let's not go, last time you and Dr. Zhao were almost photographed in the hospital, I told you Sister Ruan has been busy here all night before being suppressed."

"Are you busy?" Squinting, the man's eyes flashed a glint of coldness, Sheng Lan frowned, "So, you reported the pear blossom crushing the begonia?"

Forehead.
Zhong Shuo felt that he seemed to understand something, but he also felt that he did not understand it so clearly.

After a while, Zhong Shuo swallowed under his grandfather's gaze, "Master, that unorthodox gangster. No, that ID is yours?"

if not?
Who else could give him such a fresh and refined name?

He pursed his lips and said nothing, but the expression on the man's face could already explain everything.

Zhong Shuo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his brain was buzzing almost to burst.

　Today's update is delivered~
　　Everyone remember to follow up and clock in in time, please, promise me, you must remember to clock in, the data of the new book issue is more important, thank you everyone, hand fist.jpg
　　Also, leave a suspense and guess Jian Moshen's identity.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)