My Wife Poke Me

Tang Shinian called An Xiaomeng's phone and soon got through. She asked, "Xiaomeng, where have you been?"

On the other side of the phone, An Xiaomeng said in a hurry: "Shi Nian, your script is gone."

Tang Shinian heard no change in his complexion. "If you lose it, you lose it. Come back."

I just hung up.

An Xiaomeng returned to the crew and told Tang Shinian what had just happened. Her eyes were red. "Blamed me. If it wasn't for my care, the script wouldn't be lost."

After speaking, Yu Guang glanced at Li Lanxi who came over, she pointed with her finger, "It was she who stole the poetic script."

The rest of the crew also looked at Li Lanxi.

Li Lan sat down slowly, chewing gum in her mouth, and said lightly, "Why did she lose my script? You speak with evidence."

An Xiaomeng trembled with anger. "Just you and I were in the room, Xiao Fei called me out and something happened, and you were left in the room. When I got back, the script disappeared. Who else can you? "

The noise was a little bit loud, Li Beiqian came over and asked, "What happened?"

Li Lanxi was fierce in the first second, and then changed his face in the next second. He came to Li Beiqian and grieved, "Well, you have to decide for me, Tang Shinian's assistant slandered me and said I stole your Tang Shinian Script, what's the use of that thing? I don't act. "

After that, she whispered again, "Who knows if she hid the script intentionally in order to get revenge on me."

An Xiaomeng was shivered by the popularity of this down-and-forging rake. "It was obviously you who took it. You even said that we framed you. How can there be such a shameless person like you in this world?"

Li Lanxi scolded, "You don't shame, your whole family shame."

The two started to tear again, and even moved their hands, and the staff rushed to pull them away.

Li Lanxi's lower hand was very heavy, and she scratched An Xiaomeng's face, but An Xiaomeng was not to be outdone. She dragged Li Lanxi's hair tightly, and a lot of her hair was pulled away.

Li Lanxi watched An Xiaomeni throw away her hair rather disgustingly, and the whole person was furious, "Ahhhhh, I spend tens of thousands of hair every month, you **** ..." "

Li Beiqian scolded, "Enough."

Li Lanxi closed her mouth. She looked at Li Beiqian with an ugly face, her eyes were red, and she pointed at An Xiaomeng and Tang Shinian.

"Well, you have to decide for me. I don't know what the script is, but they have always wronged me, and even have my hair off, hey ..."

Li Beiqian didn't say anything. Although Li Lanxi was not very good-natured, he had respected himself since he was a child, and he didn't bother to steal other people's things.

He said in a deep voice, "Is it wrong to read poetry?"

Tang Shinian: "What I gave Xiaomeng was not the script, but the bookkeeping book we used on weekdays. As for why I lost it, wouldn't it be a good idea to monitor it?"

This large and small room, except the dressing room and toilet, is equipped with surveillance.

Li Beiqian forgot this, and after Tang Shinian reminded him, he turned to the assistant and said, "Go and adjust the monitoring."

Li Lanxi's face changed slightly, she said loudly: "Since the script has not been lost, what monitoring did you lose? You are not expressly trying to frame me."

Tang Shinian's sharp pair of beautiful eyes looked at Li Lanxi, and he pointedly said, "I'm afraid the script is in the bag, I'm afraid I've lost it."

The people present were not stupid, and naturally heard the meaning of this sentence.

Li Lanxi was anxious, and she turned to look at Li Beiqian, "Well, now that the script has been found, what monitoring is being adjusted!"

Li Beiqian looked at her, "Are you afraid?"