After Becoming a Little Sister

The two cronies next to him held him down, one covering his mouth and the other covering his mouth, he almost suffocated him to death.

Aliya waved her hand: "Leave a few who can talk, let the rest go away, don't surround yourself."

It is very natural to boss around and give orders.

Not to mention that Aliya herself is very natural, other people also think it is normal, it is only after they react that they feel that there is something weird.

Why did this girl give them the illusion that they were from their parents and grandparents?

A group of second-generation finally selected four speakers, three men and one woman, commonly known as the second-generation F4, who sat opposite Alia with a little restraint.

Xiaoyu Linglong ate a few popcorns, frowning in displeasure: "Sweet, greasy."

"Really?" Aliya also tasted it, and found that it was true: "This craftsmanship is not good, it seems that the kind of machine keeps going back to the furnace, and I will find you a delicious one tomorrow."

"That--sister, I know where to find delicious popcorn!"

The eldest son of the second-generation F4 immediately volunteered: "My family has a cinema, and the popcorn inside is absolutely authentic!"

In fact, if it is not authentic, it must be authentic, and he has decided to immediately return to hire a Michelin chef to make popcorn on the spot.

By the way, are there any Michelin-starred chefs who specialize in this?Forget it, anyway, it's a matter of spending money...

"What did you say?" Alicia squinted at him.

"Uh...I..."

For some reason, the eldest son of F4 was stared sideways by the other party, his vest felt cold, his hips were tightened, and his adrenaline was so nervous that he secreted crazily.

He straightened his sitting posture quickly like a primary school student: "I said, popcorn is very authentic!"

"last sentence."

"...I have a theater at home?"

"So that's the case—oh, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Aliya immediately smiled, and held the other person's hand: "I really like watching movies, such as Pleasant Goat movies, Bear Infested movies, I like to watch them all, and action movies are also good for Conan, and racing scenes are cool, you Say yes?"

"Yes, yes! I love watching it too!" The eldest son of F4, who wanted to wipe off his cold sweat, was relieved.

"Then can I be the heroine? I also want to make a movie."

"Yes, yes, of course - huh? Heroine?!"

"I want to be the heroine." Alia let go of her hand, and opened her arms to show off her figure: "I don't look like a heroine?"

To be honest, good-looking is good-looking, but it is too peaceful, so it really doesn't look like it.

But who dares to say that?

The second son of F4 hurriedly grabbed the boss, and pushed himself up: "Like! Very similar! Sister-in-law looks like a heartthrob!"

"Let me just say, I have the potential to debut as an idol."

Not only is he a fan of millions, he is in the world of divine favor, even if he doesn't show his face, he is a fan of hundreds of millions of people, and I don't know how many hardcore fans.

"Yes! My sister is right, so... what type of heroine do you want to be?"

The third lady in F4 answered cautiously: "There are some good scripts recently, if you like them, choose one?"

Not to mention that there is no script, even if it is rubbed out, it has to be rubbed out—this is what the old ancestor said in person!

What is a bad movie?Even if Aliya can only read one, two, three, four, five, it can be topped, if it doesn't work, I will make a special episode of facial paralysis, commonly known as Sanwu.

As long as the imagination can keep up, they dare not shoot without a script. The four of them have already made up their minds to risk their lives to accompany Junzi.

He was even quite happy, not afraid of Aliya's request, but afraid that Aliya would not need them...

"Action movies, special effects movies, sci-fi movies... Drama movies are also fine, but I'll write the script myself."

"Ah this-"

"I knew at a glance that my sister-in-law is that kind of talent!"

The fourth child in F4 slapped his thigh: "Shoot! I voted for this project! Don't compete with me! I voted for 1000 million!"

The other three looked over and looked at him like a bastard who judges people's fortunes.

Aliya shook hands with him very satisfied: "Good nephew—is it called nephew?"

"You can call it whatever you want, sister-in-law, as long as you are happy, I will add more if 1000 million is not enough, if you fancy some fresh meat, then it's just—poof—"

The third lady flew up and knocked him to the ground with a fist. Facing everyone's astonished eyes, she squeezed out a stiff smile, raised her hand and brushed her hair: "Don't listen to his nonsense, what little fresh meat?" Yes, how could my aunt like it?"

The fourth child stood up clutching his cheeks, his face full of grievances: "I mean, invite them to be filming partners, what do you think?"

"I--"

"Yeah, what are you thinking?" Alia looked at Miss San and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Interesting, is this the beginning of infighting?Co-authoring your F4 is also a backstab for each other?

"I mean, Xiao Xianrou's acting skills are not good, you have to hire someone with acting skills, not those traffic stars, sister-in-law, are you right?"

"Oh, so that's what it means..." Aliya suddenly realized: "Yes, I thought so too, but suddenly I don't want to make movies anymore, let's talk about it later, first shoot a special shot, and then post a few songs Songs and novels, do you have related industries?"

"There is, there is! Absolutely!"

"That would be great... you guys talk, I'll go to the bathroom."

Aliya looked at her cell phone that was ringing, said so politely, and led Xiaoyu Linglong to the corridor on one side.

Watching Aliya leave, the second-generation F4 immediately showed cold faces to each other, as if they were at odds with each other.

The fourth child glared at the third lady: "You're crazy! If you weren't a woman, I'd just let you lie down and go out today!"

"Silly beep, your dad still has to thank me for saving you! Little fresh meat—you're fucking out of your mind!"

"Okay, stop arguing, you two, and take good care of that living ancestor. She can do whatever she wants. If there is something out of the ordinary, we have the right to pretend that we didn't see it."

"Do you think you are really the boss? Who are you beeping for?" The second son took a sip of his teacup in disdain, and then put the teacup on the table: "See! Dahongpao Mushu Tea! The owner of the Peace Hotel I brewed it myself, and I dare not show it off in front of that person, whether I drink it or not depends on my mood - do you think that the kind of people brought by the ancestors can be followed by you upstarts? You know nothing!"

"Who are you calling an upstart?"

"Say you! Disagree? What if you refuse?"

"I--"

This group of goods almost started to fight directly, after all, everyone is usually a guy who doesn't deal with it.

Now that there is no Arya, there is not even an excuse to unite.

Besides, each of their families has their own battles with each other. Whoever gets more favors in front of Alia is more ahead of others, which is equivalent to getting more opportunities.

This thing is just like Gong Dou, the emperor only has so little energy, who doesn't see one and love the other...

Before the words were finished, a young girl popped out from the corridor on the other side.

The other party looked at the spacious meeting place suspiciously, and then muttered something to a blond girl beside him, then looked at the phone, as if looking for someone.

And behind them, there was another woman who walked quickly with a gloomy and dissatisfied face, dressed in the clothes of a waiter.

The other party walked up behind the little angel who was poking his head, and coughed heavily with a cold face, but the voice was familiar to the little angel.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Wuxia's voice sounded cold.

"Ah!" The little angel was taken aback, and his whole body immediately collapsed: "I——you—"

"What are you, it's me..."

"Mom? What are you... dressed in?"

Lu Wuxia didn't change her clothes, she just put on some light makeup, but she didn't look like Mingyue Tianya anymore, her facial features became mediocre, and her temperament was restrained. No matter how you look at it, she looks like an ordinary waiter should be born.

"Leave me alone, I'll take care of things - what did you call your dad before?"

Lu, the waiter, Wuxia narrowed his eyes: "The wings are stiff, dare to threaten your father?"

Although she and Ai Rulong are fighting each other, fighting, tearing each other up, you love me, you don't love me, I love you, but they are still husband and wife now.

What should Ai Rulong do if he was blocked by his daughter?Can a mother who doesn't look for a child still look for the fairy sister, the mother-in-law?

"I...I didn't...not...what's wrong with me?"

The little angel has all kinds of doubts and grievances, it's just a grievance to open the door for grievances, and the grievances have reached home-you have wronged me!

The bickering second-generation F4 followed the prestige, and all eyes widened immediately.

I rely on!What the hell dare to bully my sister-in-law? !

The fourth young master stood up, seeing Alia's pitiful look, he suddenly became angry from the heart, and raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"stop!!"

Lu Wuxia glanced at the other party, and didn't care. Instead, she stretched out her hand and pinched her daughter's soft face angrily: "I'll deal with you when I get back. Where's your master?"

"I don't know... I just came to find her and Aya..."

"Tell you to stop! Didn't you hear me! Let her go!"

"...Who are you?" Letting go, Lu Wuxia looked at the unknown young man suspiciously, only then did he realize that the other party was talking to him.

"Who cares who I am - who are you? How dare you touch her? Believe it or not - what are you doing?!"

The second-generation F4s were all shocked, and watched as Lu Wuxia scuffed up the little angel's hair: "As you can see, I'm touching her."

Just kidding, I can't move my daughter, so what am I going to do when I was born?

On this side of the earth, Lu Wuxia, Mrs. Jin and Baiyi Teddy all have a common language - have a child and bully yourself.

If the golden char siew over at Blue Star knew about this, they would definitely look up to the sky and laugh and feel that we are not alone, everyone is really good sisters.

But the second-generation F4 didn't think so, his scalp was about to explode, and several people gathered around and pulled the dazed little angel behind him.

The eldest son stood between them, with a strong tone: "I will complain to the hotel about you! Get out now!"

"...Why?" Lu Wuxia narrowed her eyes, "You know her?"

"Of course I do!" The eldest son snorted coldly, "You're too clueless—"

"Mom, they..."

"Mom?!" The third young lady who was holding the little angel's hand next to her widened her eyes, and was the first to react, and yelled.

Suddenly, everyone looked over, and Lu Wuxia frowned even more: "What did you call me?"

"No, it's not...I mean...wait a minute!" The third lady faltered, looking at the second young master next to her: "Mom...what should I call you?"