Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

After the last ng, Li Jiahua simply gave all the shots to Ye Xian and the rich French businessmen, which made the play a success.

Ye Xian said that the voice of this part of the line was almost smoking. He took the mineral water and drank it with his head up. Cheng Jingshu was afraid that something was wrong with her today. She played such a mean game with her. Did she think that she would not be in good condition if she delayed it a few more times? You're kidding. One hundred more times. As long as she's not hoarse, she can care for the whole audience.

If it wasn't for the people around her to maintain her demeanor, she would have kicked this work into the opposite river.

Jiang Xin: "Ye Xian, how can you speak French?"

"I've taught myself a little."

Ye Xian smiles, only to find that his face is almost stiff.

Jiang Xin one face adores, "does self-study all say so fierce?"

"Not bad."

She can't say that she studied in France for four years in her last life. All her friends in one dormitory were French. Even if she didn't want to learn, she was forced to learn.

Cheng Jingshu looked at the next play is also in front of her to show Ye Xian, eyes want to put him alive, "Ye Xian, you don't proud too early!"

"How..."

Ye Xiangang wants to talk, Jiang Wanze strides over from outside the set.

See him, ye Xian put water for the first time, turned and left.

"Wanze, why are you here?"

Cheng Jingshu was surprised to see Jiang Wanze.

How long has he been here? No, he saw all the clips she had just seen, didn't he?

The woman's surprised eyes are mixed with most of the panic, but Jiang Wanze's eyes have been following Ye Xian's back.

Why... He left as soon as he saw him?

Before, didn't he want to be close to him and stick it on him?

It was late, and his throat was confused. Ye Xianrun moistened his throat, carrying a shoulder bag, and was ready to finish work and go home to have a rest.

No, I just walked to the door of the shooting building.

The door of a light gray Rolls Royce was opened and a shiny black leather shoe stepped out of it.

When the man is well-dressed and upright, he leans out of the car. Ye Xian is shocked by Sheng Shijun, who is coming from the car. He takes a few steps subconsciously.

Chief executive, chief executive?

Why is he here?

Jiang Wanze is here, so is he?

Bo tingshen saw that he stepped back as if he saw the God of pestilence. Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes were stained with an imperceptible sullen look.

"Ye Xian."

Ye Xian

President... What do you want her to do?

No, he has the face to call her!

She hasn't settled with him about the last time she played her around in Ludao ting!

If you don't overdo it, you can't beat him. You'd better break your teeth and swallow it.

Ye Xian pretends not to hear anything and plans to go around.

Unexpectedly, Pang Kai ran over from the other side and grabbed him, "Ye Xian, your eyes don't work well? Don't you see the president here? "

If other artists saw the president, they would have jumped on him to say hello. He wanted to pretend not to see him!

His tone seemed to teach a slave who didn't know the greatness of heaven and earth. Ye Xian secretly said, "good president."

"Well."

Thin court deep light should be a, slightly loosen the Silver Cufflinks of suit cuffs, toward the studio.

Huh?

Just, huh?

Ye Xian's eyes widened.

Did he call her not to explain what happened in Kajima last time, but to think that... When a junior employee of the 18th line saw such a high-ranking president as him, she dared not say hello?