Chapter 191

It's June 25, 8 p.m.

at that time, Zhao Lanshan was lying on the bed and applying a mask to brush micro-blog. He saw the latest report of the gas. "I Kao!" When the painting is at this point, it can turn the world around. It's so powerful. It's not the same with Yi Ming's bad guy! "

Although Yiming's theory is far less powerful than Qin Che's, it is also the prince of an entertainment company, which has some influence. He is now fascinated by the little cunt, what can't he do for her?

Su Kui naturally knows what Zhao Lianshan is angry about. She calmly puts down her mobile phone, takes up the script, and reads it line by line. "Tone light way:" have no what to be surprised, in fact, I am very satisfied with this result

Zhao Lianshan did not understand, "why?"

Su Kui said: "An Hua is the heroine of the soul lock button. Once she is affected, she may affect the whole production." And she can't wait to crush her with strength! After all, she didn't have so much patience to spend with her.

Zhao Lianshan is speechless. "What a big heart!"

Su Kui just smiled, no doubt.

At nine o'clock in the evening, after two days' disappearance, an Hui, who has always been active in Weibo, reappeared, posted a wronged Weibo and @ Su Kui's name.

Annie: it's been gone for so long. My fans are worried. I'm sorry. I've been reading the script recently. I didn't read the micro blog. I only saw such a big thing today. It's false to say that it's not sad. Please trust me more. I know that I can't do such a thing. I like my little sister and would like to help She @ Jiang Yuan Ann.

Later, Su Kui also forwarded this micro blog, and wrote: "I believe sister Hua is not such a person, she is very kind and taught me a lot.".

Then Su Kui raised a meaningful smile, and her slender jade fingers moved the mobile phone flexibly. Come on, come on! Keep pretending to be close to me, so that I will be betrayed afterwards, which will make people more angry!

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at the end of 15 days, all the members of the soul lock drama group gathered at Fayuan temple to hold the opening ceremony. After that, the Director Su an took the lead. After each of them got a piece of incense, the shooting officially began.

The background of the story is fiction, the thirty second year of Dayuan, winter.

The moon is as cold as water, and the snowflakes falling in the night sky fall in circles. The zigzag bluestone road is covered with silver light. Under the eaves of the ice ridge, the delicate and cool looking woman is wearing a thin pink Palace Dress, holding a palace lamp in her hand, and the white Cape hair touches her cheeks, which makes her thin and thin.

At this time, a gust of wind blows up, rolling up the snow on the tiles on the ground, sweeping up like flying catkins. The woman looks up at the new moon blocked by the clouds, whispers softly, "another year..."

At this time, the simple gray courtyard was opened from the inside with a squeak. The tall and handsome man dressed in black walked out of the courtyard slowly. He was not surprised to see her at the door. He sighed and said, "here you are again..."

The woman sniffs at the words and chuckles. It's like a hundred flowers blooming together. It's amazing in the snowy night. Unfortunately, no one appreciates it anymore.

Her voice, like that of her whole body, was slow and gentle, and she said, "yes, I'm here again."