Chapter 409

Jane Zheng on the other side of the wooden door turned red and black when he heard her.

What kind of woman is this? What a hooligan she says?!

Jane Zheng lowered his head and silently looked at his own place. Can his... Shoot her into outer space?

Jian Zheng's eyelids twitched involuntarily and his silver teeth clenched. Thanks to the fact that he is the only one left in the private room. If the others haven't left, does he still have a face?!

The woman doesn't have a word of normalization in her mouth. Don't listen.

Jane Zheng got up and was ready to go. The mobile phone in his pocket just rang. He frowned and looked at the direction of the wooden door. He immediately took out the phone to answer and walked quickly to the door.

"Hello? Well, I didn't drink too much. I'll go back to the hotel right away. Don't worry..." Jane Zheng answered the phone while walking. There was a greeting from a friend on the other end of the phone.

Mu thousand pigeons were talking with flying eyebrows on the other side of the door. Suddenly, they heard a voice that was not very real, and the voice was a little familiar.

Mu Qian pigeon was surprised, stopped the chopsticks in his hand and sat up nervously: "who?!"

“……”

There was no answer and no sound.

"What's the matter?" the agent saw that she looked a little nervous and sat up straight.

After all, this is near the film and television base. Although it has been confirmed that there are no other guests when you come in, if someone wants to hear their dialogue, tomorrow's headlines will be wonderful.

Miss Mu has made headlines every day recently, and it's not good news. His heart is about to explode.

Mu thousand pigeons pricked their ears and listened for a while. After confirming that there was no sound, they relaxed their vigilance: "it's all right. Maybe they heard wrong."

The agent looked at the wooden door next to him and waved his hand: "forget it, let's stop talking about this. The pattern of the store is too noisy. It's not good to be heard by the waiter."

Mu qiange threw his mouth and thought: I'm not afraid of others to hear it. As long as Jane Zheng can't hear it, otherwise she will have no face to see him in the future.

the second day.

As the work started this afternoon, mu qiange slept until noon, got up, washed casually and went downstairs to have lunch.

After lunch, you can go directly to the crew to make up, which can save a lot of things.

Mu qiange went to the restaurant of the hotel, ordered something to eat, and turned to find a seat.

She swept around. Her eyes fell on the seat beside the bed and couldn't move. She blinked for fear that she was wrong.

But she closed her eyes and then opened them. The man was still sitting there.

It's really him?!

Her calm heart suddenly became a little excited. She walked quickly and sat directly opposite him.

"So coincidentally, why are you here?" Mu qiange leaned on his chin with both hands and looked at the man opposite with star eyes.

Jane Zheng was disturbed by her just after a few meals. He thought she should have gone to the crew very early. He didn't expect to meet her in the restaurant at noon.

Jane Zheng raised his eyes and looked at her. At present, he was stunned. The Muqian pigeon in front of him turned out to be pure Yan. He had seen her several times, but he also painted bright red lipstick.

At present, there are some Muqian pigeons who haven't even painted red mouth

It is not pure, but it is not as gorgeous as her makeup and lipstick. It gives people a refreshing feeling, and even gives people the illusion that this woman is very clever.

But

Looking at such a clever face in front of him, Jian Zheng inexplicably thought of the words he heard in the hot pot shop yesterday. From this, he turned back. The cleverness in front of him is definitely an appearance.

"Unfortunately, I'm here on a business trip." Jane Zheng answered faintly and glanced nearby, but he didn't see nice.

"Oh, I thought you came to see me." knowing that it was impossible, mu qiange couldn't help but want to make trouble with him.

Jane Zheng didn't intend to ignore her. He asked, "eat by yourself? Where are your bodyguards and agents?"

"The agent can't follow me 24 hours, bodyguard..." speaking in general, mu qiange brightened his eyes: "you mean nice? You also watch entertainment news?"

"Hot search first, it's hard not to see it."

Jane Zheng had no expression. At this time, he heard the muttering of Muqian pigeon's stomach. He glanced at her and then picked up the untouched hot milk at hand.

Mu qiange thought he was going to give her something to drink. As a result... He slowly picked it up and put it to his own mouth. He drank it very gracefully.

"Shouldn't it be for me to drink at this time?" Mu qiange was angry. What kind of man was this? She wasn't a gentleman at all. Maybe she was blind to see him.

Jane Zheng disagreed: "you didn't order."

"..." is it a question of ordering or not?

Although Jian Zheng didn't pay much attention to her and didn't give her face, today mu qiange died again. He thought he was strange and looked at himself a little strange.

Mu thousand pigeons flashed an idea in their brain. They were a little nervous and asked tentatively, "how many days have you been here?"

"Just arrived last night," Jane replied.

"I arrived last night..." after thinking about it, mu qiange asked: "do you have hot pot? There is a hot pot shop nearby, which is very delicious..."

Mu thousand pigeons looked at his eyes nervously. Jian Zheng raised his eyes. The two people had four eyes for a few seconds. The latter said, "I don't eat spicy food."

His answer made mu qiange naturally think he didn't eat, which was a relief.

I wish I hadn't eaten. He wasn't the voice she heard in the private room yesterday.

Jian Zheng's eyes flashed a look that others could not understand and asked, "what are you doing with these questions?"

"No, I think it's strange that Enron likes spicy food, but you don't like it." Mu qiange was talking nonsense.

Jian Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly: "not as heavy as your taste."

You

Mu qiange looked at him and always felt that he had something to say. He clearly said Enron. What does it have to do with her.

"When are you leaving?" said Muqian pigeon, glancing at the door card he put on the table, which had the room number on it.

They live on the same floor.

"Tomorrow."

When Jane answered, the restaurant waiter came to deliver the meal, and the two naturally ended the conversation.

Mu qiange filmed the play all afternoon. There was no night play today, so she finished work early. The director invited her to dinner, and she didn't go either.

"I won't go. There will be a crying play tomorrow. I'll go back and figure it out." Mu qiange refused on the pretext that she had more important people to figure it out.

Back to the hotel, mu qiange changed into a cool suspender dress, coupled with red high heels, lazy and sexy.

She called the room service to bring a bottle of red wine. She took the red wine to Jane's room.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, no one opened it. Mu qiange thought he might have gone out. As soon as he turned to go, the door clicked open.

Mu qiange turned around and saw Jian Zheng's surprised look. I don't know whether she was surprised to come to him or for some other reason.

"What's up?" Jane asked.

Mu qiange got used to his indifference and didn't care. He raised the red wine in his hand: "drink."