Zhao Weining's heart suddenly became cold.

She couldn't help but look at Su Yunli, her eyes showing grievance: "Yunli..."

Su Yunli closed his eyes. The whirlwind had a lot of attack power. Even five big men could not stop it. He just didn't know what method this woman used to make the whirlwind so obedient.

"Forget it, Weining."

"But……"

"I'll say forget it." Su Yunli was tough, "It's just a dog."

Zhao Weining glared at Cheng Luo unwillingly.

Cheng Luo had already walked away with the whirlwind. When he noticed something, he suddenly lay on the butler's shoulder and looked around. Looking at Cheng Luo's back, his big eyes did not blink. After the figure disappeared completely, he finally howled, full of sadness.

The glutinous cry lingered in her ears, and Cheng Luo was unmoved. Instead, the soul in her body was struggling uneasy, wanting to seize control of the body. However, her soul was too weak to shake Cheng Luo at all.

When I was about to leave the door, a kind figure came from behind: "Madam, please wait a moment."

Cheng Luo turned around and was now Su Yunli's old housekeeper.

"Is there something wrong?"

The housekeeper Uncle Li took off his coat and respectfully handed it to Cheng Luo, saying, "Madam, put it on, it's not good to go out like this."

"I am no longer Su Yunli's wife."

"I know." Uncle Li smiled, "But in my heart, there is only one wife in the Su family."

She was silent for a while, took the clothes without saying anything, and turned her head away.

Looking at the figure gradually disappearing from a distance, Uncle Li sighed, took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes, and left in the opposite direction.

*

"Why can you understand me in humans?"

Tornado followed Cheng Luo home while talking in dog language.

"I am the Lord of all things and the Mother of the People, and can listen to the words of the world."

At that moment, Tornado saw a dazzling golden light burst out from behind Cheng Luo.

So I look forward to the life of the Lord of all things and the Mother of the People, but—

"Wow, wool?"

Lord of all things, you live here?

Looking at the dilapidated small apartment in front of me, the whirlwind with a golden spoon began to suspect that the dog was born.

Cheng Luo took out the key without expression and opened the door: "The body is just a physical body. There is no difference between living in a palace or a hut. What is important is the place where the soul is safe."

“…”

So damn profound, I can't understand.

It can be understood as...Is the Lord of All Things actually a poor man without money?

"The workers will arrive at the scene at 8:30, and the live broadcast time will start at 8:00. In the middle of the half hour, you can take us to familiarize ourselves with the Forest House and the surrounding environment." Shi Mo stepped forward and stared at Cheng Luo with his eyes down, "Do you think it's OK?"

Shi Mo's gentle inquiring posture suddenly shocked the director and staff.

He is known as the "Flower of the High Mountains", and can only be seen from afar and not desecrated. He is taciturn and has a cold look on his face. He even ignores some actresses who come to show their gratitude. Because when they are placed there in the background, even if someone is dissatisfied with Shi Mo, he dare not show it openly.

The director's eyes looked at Cheng Luo even more complicated: Could it be that Shi Mo is her next target as it is said online? No, Shi Mo is calm and wise, and he will never be confused by a woman who has been married many times...

"Can."

"Yeah." Shi Mo curled his lower lip, "That's good, this is the director Fang this time. He will give you a stands later."

There are scripts for any live broadcast or variety show. Although live broadcast does not require fixed lines like the program, you will still prepare a general Fang Gang for the sake of live broadcast effect. Cheng Luo has also participated in this type of program, but it took too long to forget the specific process.

“No need for a book.”

"This is not possible." Director Fang was a little embarrassed, "If you don't take the script..."

"The Taiwanese are just for the performance of the show, right?"

Director Fang was stunned for a moment and nodded: "That's it..."

Cheng Luo curled his lips and said, "I have my own effect."

“…”

Director Fang twisted his two thick eyebrows into a ball, and finally put his eyes asking for help on Shi Mo. He originally thought that the actor would say something for him, but who knew-

The flower of Taurini had a gentle tone: "Listen to her."

“…”

“……………………”

Fang Dao sighed heavily and felt that the road ahead was slim.
Chapter completed!