Mr. President, Your Wife is too Overbearing!

For Luo Yangyang's tender offensive, Feng Shengle had to accept.

She didn't dare to act secretly behind her back.

"I'm so stupid." The canonization is still dissatisfied with the young thing's young kissing skills.

In the lingering lips and teeth, their bodies gradually heated up.

"Hmm..." Luo Yangyang groaned tenderly, with a soft voice like a coquettish baby cat.

Fengsheng's heart swayed, and the kiss that fell on her white and tender neck was caught off guard.

"It hurts." Luo Yangyang shrank his neck, opened his misty eyes, and complained of the canonization with bitterness.

She said that the canonization belonged to a dog, and he also argued that it was a wolf, a wolf and a ghost wolf, and the dog who loves to bite people so much!

"Good." Feng Shengfu kissed her tender and attractive pink lips again, "I won't hurt them lightly."

The moonlight is dim, and the full moon outside the French windows quietly climbs up to the branches, wisps and strands reflecting the warm spring colors in the room.

the next day.

The canonization requires work, and Luo Yangyang does not have to attend classes.

He had just left the bedroom one second before, and Luo Yangyang opened his big pure eyes in the next second.

With her sleepy little face, she was not drowsy at this time, and a Gulu got up and jumped out of bed.

Although she agrees with the rare idea of ​​canonization, filming is not good.

But as a screenwriter, she couldn't watch her script and couldn't make it.

So, regardless of the audition, she must go to the studio today to see the situation.

It's still the suburban studio surrounded by green mountains but no green water.

Luo Yangyang, who was hitting the studio, got out of the car and was taken away by several people before he saw Hua Yifei.

"What are you going to do?" These people are the same crew as yesterday's crew, otherwise she will think she has encountered a kidnapper.

"Make-up." A long and thin man wearing tight black trousers and a pretty enchanting make-up was La Luoyang Yang pulling the hardest.

This person's name is Paobao, and he is a makeup artist of the crew. His makeup skills have reached a metamorphosis level beyond the reach of ordinary makeup artists.

In addition, this enchanting male makeup artist has an unknown sexual orientation.

"You let me go first, I have an urgent matter to go to the Chinese guide." Luo Yangyang understood when they heard that they were trying to force her to audition.

"Miss Luo, the director has ordered you to grab the makeup and audition as soon as you come." Finance Xiaozhang followed the outside.

He looked at Luo Yangyang, who was dragged away by the four people, with sympathy but no intention of helping.

Director Hua told him that the new investor was brought in by the screenwriter, and the screenwriter of their crew was Luo Yangyang.

This is a living, visible and tangible big gold master, he can be served well, and he must not let Luo Yangyang run away.

"I don't want to act!" Luo Yangyang was dragged by both arms and was forced to the dressing room.

She craned her neck and poked her head around, trying to find Hua Yifei's figure: "Where is Hua Yifei?"

There are many people on the set, but she just didn't find Hua Yifei. How could the director not be on the set?

Because it is in the suburbs, the dressing room is also a makeshift tent.

"Oh, the director just said urinary urgency, I guess he went up the mountain to release the water."

The group walked to the tent, Xiao Zhang pushed him, and Luo Yangyang, who was reluctant to enter the tent, pushed in.

Later, Xiao Zhang also dedicated his duty to guard outside the tent, just like guarding the prisoner.

Luo Yangyang didn't want to, but was pressed by Bubbles and sat in front of the makeup mirror.

Looking at herself with a ponytail in the mirror, Luo Yangyang sighed, Hua Yifei, the bastard.

No matter what it was, it was his own script. Although Luo Yangyang was reluctant, he did not resist.

When Hua Yifei came down from the mountain, he happened to see an elegant figure at a distance of thirty meters.

The elegant figure emerging from the dressing room is like an inhumane firework, with an ethereal air lingering all over.

Hua Yifei took a pause, staring blankly at his elegant figure.