The President is Too Fierce: Sweet Wife, Be Nice!

"Little madam. I haven't had dinner so far because I'm waiting for you." Qin Tu said in the front row.

Of course, he didn't eat either, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

"Why don't you eat?" Cheng Lianxun patted his stomach distressedly, "I didn't say it before, and I'll go back after dinner?"

"You didn't say you were going out with Luo Zhijin before." The third master's tone sounded like he was complaining, "Who knows when you will come back."

There is not even a phone call, it is really a bird flying out of the cage, and there is no news.

"Do you know that I went out with him?" Cheng Lianxun was shocked, she always thought he didn't know.

"Why, you still want to hide it from me?" The third master glanced at his black eyes, dangerous and reckless.

"Of course not." Cheng Lianxun immediately denied, "I just thought you didn't know. Why didn't you call me when I had dinner?"

If she knew he was waiting, she would let him eat first, don't wait.

"It was you who went out, and you should have called me, right?"

"Isn't it the same who calls whom?"

"Can this be the same?"

"Why is it different?"

"..."

Listening to the conversation suddenly arguing in the back row, Qin Tu felt more and more hungry.

There's nothing to argue about such a trivial matter. After all, I'm just jealous.

He was unhappy when the little lady and Luo Zhijin went out alone.

But he reminded me, if you want to go after him, the master himself said that you don't need to go after him.

He was the one who said not to pursue, and he was the one who turned around and complained about the little lady.

Hey hey.

Qin Tu shook his head and sighed in his heart, men in love are too difficult to serve.

The time to fall asleep on the branches at night.

When Zhuo Dingding came out of the shower, he found that a certain little guy was still lying on the bed, not knowing what to look at.

Zhuo Dingding walked over and patted her upturned little butt: "Still asleep."

"Brother Zhuo." Cheng Lianxun suddenly turned over and lay flat on the bed, looking at him with bright eyes, "I like this script!"

She held up the script and raised it. Zhuo Dingding looked at it intently, and there were four large characters on it, "Mountains and Rivers Are Safe".

"Yeah." He nodded, but there was no response.

His bland reaction made Cheng Lianxun dissatisfied, and his little feet kicked his waist: "Say something."

"What are you talking about?" Zhuo Dingding picked up the towel around his neck and wiped his wet hair.

"The story of "Mountain and River Is Safe" is good, and I also like the setting of the heroine very much. I kind of want to make it."

Before reading the script, she didn't intend to shoot at all, but after reading halfway through, she wanted to take over the play.

She likes the heroine of this show so much, she is resilient, self-reliant, smart and free and easy, not silly and sweet at all.

"Shoot if you want." Zhuo Dingding still didn't respond much.

Ever since she said that she wanted to be an actress, he had been prepared, and that day would come sooner or later.

Anyway, his bottom line has already been revealed, and she is not allowed to make bed scenes, kiss scenes, hug scenes, hand-holding scenes, and other things are trivial matters.

"But." Cheng Lianxun froze, "It takes a long time to film, I don't have time to film."

"Then don't shoot." The third master was so decisive.

"..." Cheng Lianxun pouted and glared at him.

It doesn't make sense to him, it's all for nothing.

She turned over and lay down again to continue reading the script.

After just a few glances, the script suddenly disappeared.

The third master tore away the script and threw it on the bedside table, and his tall body leaned down: "Sleep, I'll read it tomorrow."