As soon as ranbai turned on her mobile phone, she saw a message sent to her. Her yingbai fingertips beat on the keyboard and replied.

She suddenly thought of something, then raised her good-looking eyebrows and glanced at Su mo. while typing, she said, "how about lunch?"

"Very good." the slender young man did not think without hesitation. Anyway, everything she brought was good.

Dyed white nodded her head and said, "that's OK. Mrs. Xu made it. I'll tell her when I go back."

The girl bent her knees, put her white fingers on her knees at will, took her mobile phone, looked at the message sent on the screen, and replied in a very cold second: [can]

The opposite is also seconds back. She accused her of being too perfunctory and typed a word.

Dye Bai didn't go back, but put his mobile phone back in his pocket. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Su Modon's action there.

"What's the matter?"

Su Mo's thin lip gently pursed. His long eyelashes covered his eyes. As he walked to the girl, he handed her the warm water cup and asked calmly, "Mrs. Xu?"

"Yes." ranbai took the glass and took a sip. "She made it herself."

"You are..." ran Bai smiled with a long tail. "She ate her mother-in-law's meal in advance."

No accident,

Ranbai sees the rising red of a little brother's ear tip. She ah, and hides a smile between her eyebrows and eyes.

Then she slanted her eyes and saw sun Zhu sitting at the table as if nothing had happened. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why are you still there?"

Very simple five words, like stabbing sun Zhu in the heart. He looked at the two figures on the sofa expressionless, then got up expressionless, and finally left expressionless.

Ranbai tutted softly and didn't speak again.

In the afternoon, ranbai left the training room and went to a shooting crew.

She followed the address given to her by the man and came here without delay.

The girl sent a message as she walked in.

Fingertips hit the keyboard quickly, leaving only a remnant.

The person who was still making up by the makeup artist rubbed and stood up.

"Lying in the trough, my aunt, what are you doing?" the agent next to looked at this scene and his eyebrows jumped fiercely, "let you be quiet and don't be so irritable."

Jinya gave a perfunctory, um, look at the person with a lipstick mark on her mouth in the mirror, coughed a few times, quickly took out a paper towel from the desktop and wiped it, "my friend is coming, I'll pick it up."

"Who?" the agent looked at her strangely. "Friends? Do you have friends like this?"

"... get out of here."

"Tut tut."

"OK, don't use it first, and then draw it later." Jinya waved her hand and said to the makeup artist. Before walking out of the dressing room, she smiled mysteriously to the agent. She looked like an enigmatic look. Jinya felt full of self, "to be exact, it's my gold master."

agent:???

Listening to Jinya's words, he crossed three black lines on his forehead.

Then he went out to have a look. He was curious about what friends Jinya could have. Most people in the entertainment industry could offend. What kind of magical constitution is it.

"Sorry, miss, people other than the crew can't come in." when the staff in the shooting scene saw the figure, he hurried to stop it.

He first looked at the girl for a few eyes. The white sweater with black jeans was loose and casual. It was obvious that the student dress was like a rich man who had not graduated.