Four hundred and ninetieth IX The dying years(2/2)
"I bet, it's true or not, Wu Yanyan doesn't want to mess around anymore," Xiao Feng glared.
"The plot requires it,"
"Can't you hold hands?"
"No, it won't be exciting, it will resonate less,"
"Must kiss,"
"Well, we must kiss,"
"Damn, of course I will be the leading actor," Xiao Feng said without hesitation, "I'll talk to Wu Yanyan about this and see how long the filming will take."
Zhao Min couldn't help but laugh. This layman, doesn't he know that kissing can be achieved by means of dislocation, editing, etc.
However, she obviously didn't plan to tell Xiao Feng. She also wanted to see what kind of miracle this star-like man she had always been optimistic about would create.
When they arrived at the apartment, Zhao Min looked at Xiao Feng and invited: "Why don't you come up and sit down, have a cup of tea before leaving,"
"Well, being alone and alone is not good,"
"Why, are you afraid that I won't be able to eat you? Haha, this doesn't look like Xiao Feng," Zhao Min asked with a smile.
"Oh, I'll be afraid of you. If you go up to drink tea, just drink tea." Xiao Feng was excited by Zhao Min and immediately got excited.
"Haha, let's go," Zhao Min smiled, opened the door and got out of the car.
Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Min's exquisite figure and licked his lips. In the middle of the night, a woman invited a man to drink tea. Could it be a hint? Well, it must be like this.
Chapter completed!