Chapter 950

"Waste, get out!" The woman threw a pillow at the assistant again.

The female assistant left with an aggrieved face.

The woman took out her mobile phone from her bag and made a phone call: "Hey, a woman named Yanqing, martial arts instructor. In the future, I don't want any crew to see her again!"

Opposite is the man's puzzled voice: "martial arts director? Not an actress?"

"No."

The man smiled and said, "what can a martial arts instructor do?"

The woman clenched her teeth and said, "I just can't stand her!"

"Hehe, OK. No background?"

The woman replied, "no, if you have a background, will you be a little martial arts instructor?"

Even if there was Chu Shen before, it will be gone from now on.

As for the man, he is just a driver.

She won't pay attention to such a small role.

In the afternoon, she heard Feng Yanqing say that her boyfriend was the driver and that the car belonged to their boss under the questioning of an 18 line actor.

The woman hissed and said in her heart, "driver, you really deserve the identity of that bitch."

She would rather believe that a man is a driver than a big shot.

Besides, she has seen many of the rich and poor in the imperial capital, and she doesn't have such a number of people.

The man said, "OK, I'll do it right away. I promise she can't stay in this circle any longer."

The woman's face finally got better. "OK, I'll wait for your news."

In the evening, Feng Qingyan goes to bed after taking a bath. When she is free, she likes to stay in bed and watch mobile phones or plays.

At this time, the murmuring sound of water in the bathroom sounded again. It was Beiming Yue who was inside.

Feng Qingyan lifted his eyes and wondered what he thought of. His cheeks suddenly became hot.

She immediately ordered a movie to divert her attention.

After a while, the bathroom door opens, and Beiming comes out wearing a bathrobe.

The hair was not completely dried, and a few strands of broken hair spread between the forehead, making the whole person look much softer and less fierce.

Delicate eyebrows and eyes always have a bit of evil charm, especially those long and narrow eyes.

Looking at the little woman leaning against the head of the bed, Beiming's lips stirred up a evil smile and came slowly.

The white bathrobe was loosely wrapped around the body, and the belt around the waist was very loose, as if it could be pulled away with a gentle pull.

The water drops on the firm chest were not wiped clean, and slid into the bathrobe along the white skin.

Feng Qingyan only raised her eyes and looked at the mobile screen again.

After going to bed, beimingyue sits down beside her and looks at her mobile phone screen: "what are you looking at?"

Feng Qing replied, "TV drama."

"What TV series?" Beiming asked.

Feng Qingyan said, "you don't know. You don't usually look at it."

"You are the martial arts instructor of the play?"

Feng Qingyan nodded: "well, it was my last play, the ancient costume immortal Xia play."

"Why don't you take the projector? The mobile screen is so small!" With that, Beiming Yue picked up the remote control next to him and turned on the projector. "Connect the projector and I'll watch it with you."

“........” Feng Qingyan looked up at him with a little difference: "do you want to see?"

Beiming Yue: "why, no?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to watch TV."

"I mainly look at your level of martial arts guidance."

Feng Qingyan's mobile phone is wirelessly connected to the projector, and the TV picture is quickly projected on the whole wall opposite.

The picture quality is very clear, and the scenery of Xianxia opera is very beautiful.

Beiming Yue turns off the light, so they lean against the head of the bed to watch the immortal Xia drama.