Gong Sheng couldn't eat it, so he went back to his room.
Think of cloud Joe before the initiative to call him, he did not answer, more depressed.
His cell phone is specially made, and every call record is kept on file for security.
Although he can't hear Yunqiao's voice, it can be transcribed by special equipment.
Because he was really curious about what Yunqiao said to him, Gong Sheng ordered Zhang Bo to transcribe Yunqiao's recording into words and send it to him as soon as possible. He took cold medicine and went to sleep.
There was no word all night.
The next day, Yunqiao got up first.
She was in a hurry to shoot a morning play, so she had to go to the crew early.
Last night Chong Gong Sheng's phone call put up a cruel words, she originally wanted to wait for Gong Sheng to go home, and he had a good account of Xiaobai.
As a result, she couldn't hold on and fell asleep first!
At the breakfast table, she asked the servant, "is he back?"
The servant nodded fiercely: "mm-hmm, the president came back in the middle of the night yesterday."
Little Joe really has the ability to call the president back - although not with "roll", but the hasty pace is quite obedient.
Yun Qiao's face looked better: "did he bring Xiaobai back?"
The servant hesitated and replied, "no Did not see the president bring the cat home... "
Yun Qiao's face immediately exploded: "what? He ignored my words? Didn't he bring the cat back? If the cat doesn't come back, what's the use of him coming back? "
Servant:
Little Joe, in your mind, is the president better than a cat.
At the moment, Yun Qiao's face is not good-looking, very bad-looking, think the palace saint to her edict as a child play.
"It seems that if I don't give you something to eat, you don't know if this palace is really angry!" Yunqiao rubbed himself up from the breakfast table.
"Miss Qiao, you Don't be angry... "
Cloud Qiao suddenly and dramatically pinched wrist joint, smile: "not angry, what good angry?"
Servant: "then you are..."
Yunqiao: "he works so hard overtime. I'll make him some breakfast to mend his body."
Say, immediately incarnate virtuous small wife, incredibly went into kitchen.
The servant was staring at the dog.
The servant murmured in a low voice: "Little Joe's way of expressing her love is really special - one moment of hair blowing and another of gentleness. It's like a day of ice and fire. I don't know if the president can bear it..."
The driver nodded with understanding: "in fact, men like such a hot and cold day, women with taste..."
In the kitchen.
Yunqiao tossed for half an hour.
A pot of fresh shrimp and seafood congee was poured out.
The flavor is fragrant, but the strength makes the cooks and servants nod in praise.
"No one is allowed to eat it. This is for the palace saint." Yunqiao ordered.
Everyone nodded: "mm-hmm!"
No one will be full of food and hold on so blind, fiddling with the love breakfast made by Miss Qiao for the president himself.
After Yunqiao left "love breakfast", he went to the production team.
Although the palace Saint told the people under cloud Qiao with a driver and bodyguard.
But Yunqiao didn't like to take a car and never let the driver follow him.
Bodyguards can only secretly protect her not far or near, but also do everything possible to get on a bus with her and hide in the last row as passers-by, which is not easy.
To be honest, with Yunqiao these days, the bodyguards still admire her very much.
Most people's impression of big stars, are particularly particular about extravagance and extravagance.
But this little Joe
www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!