Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Qin Fang just wanted to slap his own mouth, really, which pot can't be opened and lifted. Since the little niece left without saying goodbye three years ago and left a 'letter of divorce', she has not said anything. But in recent years, he has been going abroad frequently, obviously to find his little niece.

   Three years ago, he still remembered the reaction of Zhiyan when he learned that his little niece had disappeared.

   In the past three years, the people around him have tacitly bypassed the topic related to the little niece. He really drank too much, and his mind was pumping before he mentioned the taboo to stop speaking.

  The atmosphere froze.

   The stern man froze when he heard the three words Qin Fang said, and then his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Seeing his reaction, Qin Fang stubbornly changed the subject, "By the way, my dad met a very good brain doctor recently, when do you have time? I'll ask Dr. Hank for you. ."

   "No need." Fu Zhanyan folded the paper on the table and put it away, without looking at Su Li, who was on the side, picked up his jacket, "I'll go to the bathroom."

   "Stop talking, don't. My dad said that your insomnia is very serious, doesn't it work if you take sleeping pills? I..."

  Click.

  The door has been closed.

   As soon as he left, Qin Fang depressedly picked up the wine on the table, took a drink, and then looked at the person beside him not very happy, "I said Su Ming, your sister is very good at it?"

   The person named was in his early twenties, tall and upright. Hearing what Qin Fang said, Su Li, who was standing there at a loss, stared at her, and said a little embarrassedly, "My cousin has been spoiled by my aunt since she was a child. She is more impulsive, but she is not bad."

   He glanced at the group of girls beside him, thinking with the back of his head, he knew that his rectal cousin was being used as a gun again. Su Ming frowned, took a breath, and a little helplessness flashed across his brows, "I won't take her out again next time."

   "...I'm sorry." Su Li's face was about to burn, and she felt aggrieved in front of so many people. But she knew who to offend and who to offend.

  Qin Fang was not too happy, Mo Xingxing put his hand on his shoulder and raised his eyebrows, "Forget it, what do you care about as a big man and a little girl."

   Qin Fang tugged off his collar, his baby face sullen, "Didn't I step on a landmine, am I upset?"

  What's not good to mention, why did he bring up his little niece?

   Qin Fang was bored for a while, and his heart became even more unhappy. After sitting for a few seconds, he stood up irritably, "I'll see why the kitten hasn't come back."

   "Go."

  …

  Secret room on the second floor.

  The celebration party for the crew of the latest blockbuster movie Murder Time is in full swing.

   After a while of staggering.

  The door of the elegant room opened, and the director nodded and bowed his head and led a man in. The man wore an aqua blue diamond earring in his left ear, his face was sullen, and he seemed very impatient.

   "Young Master Quan, I didn't expect that the good friend Feng Director said was you. Your presence here really makes this place flourish."

   "Where's Feng Xu?"

   When a person sitting in an inconspicuous corner heard this voice, he raised his head abruptly, as if he was shocked, and then quickly lowered his head to reduce his sense of existence.

   Beside her, a handsome guy with a long, particularly in line with the aesthetics of the day was eating with a big mouthful. The handsome guy seemed to be in a good mood to eat, he put a few chopsticks and abalone in her bowl, and smiled brightly, "Little..."

   Before he could say the wild words, Mo Qi was pinched on the waist.

   At that moment, her tears almost burst out in pain. Fortunately, at the critical moment, she remembered her image as a 'man' and held it back. Lowering his voice, he whispered to the vulgar beauties beside him, "Little Han, you want to strangle the uncle to death. Do you know how many sisters outside are screaming to give birth to monkeys for the uncle? If you pinch my waist Now, what floats up from the Huangpu River tomorrow will be your flattened body."

  Mo Qi, the most popular 'male' idol in the past three years, has attracted countless money and attracted countless girls. Year after year, he ranks in the top three of the list of the most popular and most wanted male stars, a typical representative of overnight popularity. But few people know that the male character in "male" idols is superfluous.

   What kind of image that is gentle and sunny, brilliant and charming, and attackable and acceptable is even more bullshit.

Han Xiaoye has seen the lewd look of her digging her feet to watch the hair-movie, and then seeing how she is talking to her like a dog now, while not forgetting to wink at the female stars on the opposite side, she can't wait to be there. She slapped twice on the back of her forehead.

   It's a pity she didn't dare.

  Because she never imagined that drinking cold water would really jam her teeth, she just came back smuggling two days ago, and she would bump into an old acquaintance so far away from Kyoto—Quan Ronglian!

   She buried her head a little further, lest anyone at the door find out.

The female stars on the opposite side of the electricity all blushed, Mo Qi shyly withdrew the flying hormones, turned his head and looked at the people who were about to be buried at the bottom of the table. He was surprised and buried his head, "Han Little girl, are you picking up money?"

  Han Xiaoye can't wait to stop her mouth now, but the situation is better than people. She gritted her teeth quietly and pinched Mo Qi again, as if to warn, "I can't tie my shoelaces!"

  "..." Mo Qi looked at the flat shoes and sandals on her feet, and then looked at the beautiful insteps and ankles she showed, but she couldn't see where the straps of the shoes were.

   Just when she was at a loss, she heard the director's voice, "Young Master Quan, this is Mo Qi, the hero of our play."

  Mo Qi raised his head and saw the man walking in front of him was stunned at first, then he regained his handsomeness like a dog. He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Mo Qi."

   Quan Ronglian glanced at the hand that was stretched out in front of her, her blurred peach blossom eyes lifted, her gaze passed her, and landed on the person with her head buried next to her, her voice filled with graininess, "Who is she?"

   The director gave Mo Qi a wink, followed his line of sight, and introduced with a smile, "Ah, that one. That's Mo Qi's friend, who also made a cameo role in the movie."

  's cameo is an old lady who sells cigarettes on the roadside, and the whole movie only appears for one second. It is said that this kind of dragon trick, which is not considered soy sauce, has no chance to participate in the celebration banquet, but since he is a friend of the male protagonist, he sold his face and invited him together.

It's just... The director looked at the woman with a gaudy red wig and black-rimmed glasses that didn't know what kind of aesthetics the director looked at in a bit puzzled. He really didn't know how the big man beside him jumped across the room. The beautiful star noticed that her. Could it be because there are too many flowers, so the strangely shaped grass is particularly eye-catching?

   Before he could understand, he heard the man's hoarse voice, "You, raise your head."