My Sister is a Big Star

   "Qin, you are a master of kung fu, then dare you let me slap me." Martinez said aggrieved.

  "Are you questioning me?" Qin Ze looked at him directly.

   did not answer, but Martinez stared at him.

   "Presumptuous!" Qin Ze "furiously", righteously said: "I kindly teach you the core technology of Chinese Kung Fu, and there is no charge. You don't want to learn it and still question me? That's OK, I won't teach it."

  After finishing speaking, Qin Ze clamped the hollow tube with two fingers, and bend it blankly.

   "No, please continue."

   "Qin, let me come."

   "I'll come, I'll come."

  Eating melons are more excited.

  In the dark, Qin Ze's fingers trembled slightly, hot and painful. The guidance and two-finger bending of the hollow steel pipe rely on his gradual brute force under the system's adjustments.

  Martinez was succumbed to internal injuries. His heart was extremely complicated. He felt that Qin Ze was retaliating against himself, but would others believe it if he said it. It makes people feel narrow-minded.

  Furthermore, it seems that he happily joined him. Besides, he can really perform Chinese Kungfu, and I can't beat him.

  He didn’t know that there are two Chinese characters called "Yangmou". Since Martinez was attracted by Chinese Kung Fu, he was destined to be repaired.

  Dig pits in front of you, and you have to jump.

  Qin Ze coughed, and said, "Practice the mind before practicing Qi. After everyone can achieve a stable aura, I will teach you how to practice Qi. However, you can't delay the filming work. Practice each other yourself."

  Slap each other in the face.

  The corners of Martinez’s mouth twitched, and I didn’t slap others.

  So, on this day, during the break time on the set, there were slaps in the face from time to time, and the fans and the fans smiled, trying to stabilize the aura. Then communicate privately: "Is your aura stabilized."

   "Slap me again."

   "It seems stable."

  Baby Qin and Su Yu laughed madly, her sister's lower abdomen and chest trembled violently, her cheeks flushed as she covered her mouth.

   Suddenly I feel that Lao Mei’s IQ is hopeless.

  In fact, there was a similar phenomenon in China in the 1990s: all the people were learning qigong.

  Furthermore, Lao Mei had longed for Chinese Kungfu, but he didn't know 100%. Then Qin Ze messed up things like shit. The living example was in front of him, and it was hard not to believe it.

  On the twelfth day of shooting in the United States, in late November, Qin Ze’s birthday arrived.

  A big man with tens of billions of assets, the birthday party must be grand and luxurious, the guests are like a cloud, and the luxury cars are driving straight in...probably after his middle age, it will be such a grand occasion.

  Qin Ze, who was dangling with his sister in Los Angeles, thought to himself.

  Before Qin Ze turned 19 years old, a family of four went to a restaurant for his birthday. My sister contracted his birthday cake, which has been contracting for many years, so Qin Ze would also buy cakes for her sister to celebrate her birthday.

  Low forced the system to find his sister's birthday the day before, and Qin Ze spent half of his pocket money to buy cakes for his sister. Chen Qinghong and Zhang Ya all wiped their faces for fun.

  After going to college at the age of nineteen, he either went home or spent his birthday with his sister. My sister took him everywhere, driving a little red horse, running around the Shanghai stock market, and sitting down for a drink when seeing a nice coffee house, strolling around the mall, and eating snacks. Then time passed, and it was night.

Sister    would find a relatively high-end restaurant, order food to pack, and buy cakes. They celebrated their birthday in a small nest of about 80 square meters at the time.

  From Salted Fish to King Hai Ze, it has only been more than a year, and he has not fully converted into the life view of a tens of billions of bosses. The same goes for my sister who wants to come. She took Qin Ze to stroll around Los Angeles early in the morning.

  Today she wore a long bohemian dress, Roman shoes, a women's big brimmed hat on her head, one hand holding her brother, and one finger pointing to the surrounding scenery, lively and beautiful.

  Walking down to a retro building, Baby Qin trot a few steps forward, turned around and said softly: "Aze, help sister take some pictures of Meimei Da."

  Street shooting!

  Qin Ze has the SLR that Baby Qin just bought a few days ago hanging around his neck, and it just happens to be useful at this time.

   In the warm sunshine, she stood pretty with her hands in her hands, raised her face slightly, bathed in the sun, just when the wind was coming, pulling up her long skirt.

  Under the skirt is the outline of two slender legs.

  At this moment, Qin Zeru was struck by lightning and forgot to take a photo, staring at her sister in a daze.

   November 20, 2018, on the streets of Los Angeles, USA.

  Qin Ze is twenty-four years old.

  I want to lick my sister’s leg and fracture it!

  24-year-old Qin Ze swears silently in his heart.

   "Aze, the photo is ready." Baby Qin said loudly.

  Qin Ze returned to his senses, quickly pressed the shutter, and then nodded: "Okay."

  Baby Qin ran over, "Let’s take a look at me...Huh? It’s so ugly, would you take pictures? My sister blocked the passerby."

  The ruddy little mouth was immediately pouted, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and the delicate eyebrows were frowned, and he hit him once.

   "Then, take another shot?" Qin Ze apologized.

   "Take a good photo." Baby Qin warned, twisting her waist, and ran back to the original place.

  The new photos are perfect. There are no passersby and no obtrusive cars passing by. Qin Ze thinks so, but her sister is not satisfied. She said that the photos you took are no different from the mobile phone camera, at most the pixels are higher.

  Qin Ze admitted wrong.

  I didn’t light up the photography skills, blame me?

  Qin Ze has always tolerated her sister’s complaints like a little woman. If her sister beats someone, Qin Ze will slap her on the streets of Los Angeles with a big smashing tablet. But today he just wants to hug his sister.

  Wandering around the city center, eating a lot of food, Qin Baobao took him to the mall.

  I was supposed to buy clothes for Qin Ze. When I went shopping, women’s shopping instincts broke out, and then there was nothing wrong with Qin Ze. When I left the mall, there was a mess of things hanging on his body. There was a woolen coat in it that belonged to him, and the others belonged to his sister. Oh, and a pack of socks is also his.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, my sister is going to the studio, outside of Los Angeles, but my sister ordered a cake in a well-known cake shop in the city center. Someone has to wait. Today is Qin Ze’s birthday. I don’t want to leave these things to my assistant. It will be boring.

  Also, Qin Ze had to stay, so he sent his sister to the nanny car, and he stood on the street and waved goodbye.

  After the nanny car drove far, he looked at his watch, and then texted Su Yu: “I’m here, how about you?”

  Su Yu: "Wait for ten minutes!"

  A scum man who does not know how to operate in two lines is not a good scum man!

   Do not use 6 for basic operations, there may be three-line operations in the future.

  Or, four wires?

  Friendly recommend a book: "Rebirth I am My Second Uncle". The name is very leathery.