"Little guy, who is going to pretend to be dead?"

When Zhao Yongqi was majestic and seemed to give Fat and Thin Head Tuo no face, Qian Qiming's voice came as he pushed the door of the lounge.

Zhao Yongqi, who jumped up from the chair in an instant, immediately pointed at Cheng He and said to Qian Qiming righteously: "Director Qian, Brother He accidentally cut off the third item in the morning. Now he is having difficulty walking and is ready to pretend to be dead."

"Hahaha..." Qian Qiming couldn't help laughing, patted Zhao Yongqi's arm hard, raised his hand and pointed it at the bridge of his straight nose, and said nothing.

"I'll go! Brother, it's really for sale!" Cheng He, who had been confused for a long time, glanced at the room and laughed at everyone speechlessly. Finally, he shook his head, too lazy to deal with the successful male god.

Although the little women couldn't get into the topic today. The little women with red faces looked like big apples, and their smiles were very sweet, but the problem was that they only dared to have fun on the side. Even if they were lawless, they were still not as good as the bitch brothers who had no bottom line at all.

Qian Qiming, who had laughed enough, naturally would not really give him a congratulations. The first show in the morning was his play, and Fatty Qian came to see how he prepared.

After asking Cheng He a few words casually, he told him to change clothes quickly. After Qian Qiming turned around and glanced at everyone. Suddenly he frowned. He walked to Zhao Yongqi's side, patted his shoulder lying on the chair, and asked in confusion: "Xiao Qi, where is Liying? The second thing in the morning is her rivalry with you, why didn't you come with you?"

"Oh, that's it." Zhao Yongqi turned his eyes, sat upright, lowered his voice and leaned closer to Qian Qiming and said, "Director Qian, Liying has come to her relatives, so there is no way, it hurts so much, and she is lying on the bed. Isn't this asking me to come over, I'll tell you, and change it to the afternoon."

Qian Qiming was not surprised. He nodded and was about to walk back to his seat. He suddenly stopped and turned around and frowned and looked at Zhao Yongqi suspiciously, saying, "No. Last week, didn't you just come to a relative?"

"Oh, Director Qian, Director Qian." Zhao Yongqi waved his hand and said seriously: "Little Baozi, that girl, like me, comes from the countryside. We are rural people, so let's talk about personal favors. For example, Mumu, people are all people, and they look majestic, but the problem is that there are not so many relatives, so they only go to each other once a month. For example, Little Baozi, there are more relatives, basically once a week, and when you are in a hurry, there are also people who come every three days."

"..." Qian Qiming widened his eyes, really not sure what expression to use to respond to the male god with a serious face "Popular Science".

"Hahaha..." After three seconds of silence, starting from Cheng He, everyone who slapped the table and laughed almost lifted the roof.

"Haha, you kid, you kid!" Although Qian Qiming wanted to curse a few times, he couldn't help but smile, and finally he could only knock Zhao Yongqi in the head while laughing.

Zhao Yongqi, who held his head with a bitter face, stared at the fat man in front of him with a speechless look. After a while, he said, "Director Qian, your reaction is too amazing. Our little bun is here, you are so happy as if you win the big prize. What the hell is this?"

"Stupid brat!" Qian Qiming finally knocked Zhao Yongqi's head hard, and dotes on his nose and said, "Next time, if Liying comes to carefree relatives, I will hang you up and dry it!"

Seeing Qian Qiming carrying his hands on his back, happily pushing the door and leaving the lounge, Zhao Yongqi lay down on the chair again, waved his hand with a grievance and said, "Who are these people? Women are in charge of relatives, and I have to watch the scenery on the Wiya every day, according to this statement, there are so many beauties here, and I have to watch the scenery on the Wiya every day."

"Hehe, Oba, you are really." Park Soo-ji, who had been lying on the back of the chair, finally managed to hold back the laughter, but was amused at this moment, and it took a long time to pant, narrowing his crescent-shaped eyes and staring at the handsome face in front of him, "Liying Oni is here in the afternoon, and she will definitely beat you up. Hehe..."

"What are you doing to beat me? I've helped her ask for leave without any danger. She wants to beat me?" Zhao Yongqi glanced around and showed his big white teeth to the beauties of all sizes, and said viciously: "I'll warn you first, if anyone dares to go to the front of Xiao Baozi to sow trouble, I will drag you into the grass... Humph, you know."

"Well, everyone understands it." Cheng He immediately said: "You just pulled them into the grass because you were too embarrassed to kowtow to these goddesses and beg for mercy on the road."

"Hahaha..." The men gave thumbs up and praised Cheng He's explanation hard, but Zhao Yongqi stared at the room with the laughter of the people and wanted to eat the bitch He.

I was talking and laughing all morning and everyone was in a good mood. Even if I went outdoors to film in the cold wind, it seemed that I didn't feel that uncomfortable.

The little bun was not here, and Zhao Yongqi originally filmed the flower behind Cheng He for a temporary probation, and directly turned into a rivalry with Yang Mu.

At less than nine o'clock, Zhao Yongqi, who was still playing with Yang Mu, put down the script in his hand, put her shoulders on her shoulders, and walked out naturally.

As soon as I walked out of the lounge, a gust of cold wind blew, and the gauze-shaped poplar, subconsciously shook his delicate body, obviously because of the temperature difference, and it was because of the cold.

Xingmu casually swept the gauze costume that was slightly blown away by the cold wind. Zhao Yongqi said with a smile: "Mumu, do you think this fat and thin headed man is a hungry ghost? Every time I choose this windy day to start shooting the outdoor scene, obviously waiting for your clothes to be blown up. Tsk tsk, our Mumu's "little waist spirit" is always taken advantage of by the eyes of two old guys. Isn't it too much?"

"Xiao Qi!" Yang Mu, whose pretty face was flushed in an instant, raised his pink fist and gently hit his shoulder, glared charmingly and said, "You dare to say anything, look at it for a while, and they won't beat you."

"I'm not talking nonsense." He rubbed the painful shoulder hole indifferently, gently hit Yang Mu's shoulder with his shoulder. Zhao Yongqi, who was winking and frowning, smiled and said, "If you don't believe it, let's go and see it later. Those two old guys must be like being vulgar, and they are watching the 'landscape' drama one by one in front of a small screen."

"You guy!" Yang Mu seemed to have no choice but to take the man beside him, but he subconsciously pulled his gauze dress and frowned slightly and said, "However, this dress is really inconvenient. If you are not careful, it will float up. That day, several girls said that they could not support the costume and would easily be exposed."

"So, these clothes were not decided by those two old guys. How could anyone design such clothes besides them?" Zhao Yongqi said for granted.
Chapter completed!