9 Nine hosts are warm and cold

Chapter 162 Chapter 162 The Little Assistant of the Male God 7
Feng Yan nodded expressionlessly, staggered his stance, and let Ci Jiu come in.

Looking at the tidy room, Ci Jiu hadn't sat down on the chair when the bell rang outside the door.

Feng Yan was close and went to open the door, and the waiter politely handed him the breakfast tray.

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"Let's eat".

Ci Jiu took a disposable spoon and brought a bowl of porridge. She was not too happy to drink this kind of porridge that was tasteless and not served with side dishes. After all, it was rather heavy.

Yesterday was shredded chicken porridge, today I will give you plain porridge, no sugar and no side dishes, how can this hotel be like this, I searched and searched.

Even though he complained from the bottom of his heart, he drank a bowl of porridge honestly.

In the end, a steamed spring roll was stuffed into his mouth, and the shape was not too big. To save trouble, Ci Jiu took one bite, and his cheeks finally bulged.

After eating, he turned his head and glanced at Feng Yan, he was still drinking the porridge in a leisurely manner, with a kind of elegance, which can really describe him who is drinking the porridge now.

Feng Yan glanced at it, and said lightly, "There is still half an hour."

Ci [-]: Do you want to say that she eats fast?

Her cheeks are bulging, and she struggles to speak, so she can only make a nasal sound.

Impression value +2% (7%)
When I came to the film crew, I had nothing to do all day long. At first, I just learned about Feng Yan based on the memory of the original owner. But in just two or three days, she felt that Feng Yan was actually quite good. She did many things by herself. Her assistant Compared with other artist assistants, it is much easier.

As long as the director called out Feng Yan's role, Ci Jiu took the initiative to step forward and hand him a small fan.

Xuexue's assistant unscrewed the bottle cap in advance, then walked over and handed it to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan glanced at Cijiu, but didn't pick it up for a long time, obviously he was not used to being "cared for" like this.

The little assistant hadn't twisted the bottle cap for him before, and this experience made him a little uncomfortable.

Ci Jiu looked at the water in her hand and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you going to drink?" She said and screwed back the cap of the bottle.

Feng Yan: "...".

He didn't have many roles today, so he left after filming.

Looking at the little assistant who was following him, Feng Yan stopped, turned his head, and said lazily in a low magnetic voice, "It's nothing, you don't need to follow me today."

Ci Jiu, who was thinking about things with his head down, was a little dazed, and nodded in a daze, "Oh, good".

Back in the room, after staying all afternoon, I wanted to go out for a stroll at night.

As soon as he went out, he saw Feng Yan going out wearing a peaked cap.

Ci [-]: Could it be that he also wants to go shopping?

I wanted to stop him and talk together, but think about it, after all, he is the boss and he is a man.

Carrying a small cloth bag and stepping on canvas shoes, I went out for shopping leisurely. There are many places to go shopping not far from Lan'an Hengdian. Cijiu just looked around.

Passing by an evening coffee shop, I just glanced at it casually, and saw a familiar figure by the window on the second floor, and then looked carefully: Isn't this Feng Yan, he comes here for coffee at night?What do you think of this?

Pursing her lips, she shook her head, not going up to find him and continuing to walk forward.

And Feng Yan was staring at his watch at the moment, at exactly 7:00, a man in a suit appeared opposite him on time.

Feng Yan sipped his coffee expressionlessly, "Speak, what's the matter?".

"Mr. Xiao, sir asked me to inform you that I have booked a marriage for you, so that you must go back this weekend to meet Mrs. and Mrs. Xiao in the future."

Feng Yan stopped drinking coffee, squinted his eyes and looked at the man in a suit sitting across from him, and asked in a cold voice, "Ma'am?".

(End of this chapter)