When You Are a Director, How Do You Become a Full-Fledged Superstar

Chapter 11 Actually, I slept again

Linxi Park.

Xiaoru, open slowly.

Lin Xiaqing said casually while searching for the figure on the street.

Okay, Sister Xia Qing.

Looking at the numbers on the LCD screen, the little girl's delicate eyebrows were almost squeezed together.

3 km/h.

This is the fifth time she has slowed down, even slower than idling, and she has to hit the brakes from time to time.

Fortunately, this time was relatively late, and there were not many vehicles, so no one urged her.

Near Linxi Park at 11:00, pedestrians have gradually dispersed.

Even some stalls with bad business have begun to clean up their tables and chairs.

This guy... where is he?

Lin Xiaqing muttered in his heart as he looked out the car window.

The reason why Chen Mo was sure that Chen Mo was eating at the roadside stall was because of the northern dialect that came out on the phone just now.

And this kind of mom-and-pop shops are mostly street stalls.

Of course, Lin Xiaqing also tried to call Chen Mo, but this guy never picked up again...

Sister Xia Qing, it's almost 12 o'clock, and there's no one here, why don't we go back? Sister Ling seems to say that she will be back tonight...

Of course, the little girl could see that her boss was looking for someone, but she was just a little dumb, not stupid.

However, the little girl did not dare to ask.

Especially today, my boss changed his WeChat nickname.

The nickname I heard from the boss once said that unless I find the right person one day, I will not change it.

Because after Lin Xiaqing's father died, no man would protect her and her mother...

As for Chen Mo, who Lin Xiaqing asked Sister Ling to investigate today, it made them nervous at first.

However, after reading the information, Song Yuling and Qin Xiaoru were relieved.

A small fourth-level director with an average family, although he looks good, um, it should be said that he is quite handsome.

However, Lin Xiaqing, as a quasi-day queen, has never seen any handsome guy in this circle.

Therefore, the two think that the possibility of Lin Xiaqing falling in love with Chen Mo is infinitely close to zero.

However, it now seems that even if that person is not that Chen Mo, there must be someone who keeps Lin Xiaqing in mind.

However, the little girl couldn't say it clearly, the boss said it was a little secret, of course she couldn't break it.

The less you know, the longer you live.

Lin Xiaqing could naturally hear what the little girl meant, and took Sister Ling to press me... But it was indeed a bit late.

Isn't this guy drinking too much? Has he gone home?

Looking at the little girl who was driving, Lin Xiaqing also gave up the idea of looking for Chen Mo.

Well, well, I actually just want to experience life, gather folklore, and accumulate some creative inspiration...

Mmmmmmm...

The little girl nodded wildly, regardless of whether Lin Xiaqing who was sitting behind could see it or not, her expression was very serious, and she thought, You are right, come to the roadside stall in the middle of the night to collect the wind...

Lin Xiaqing was very satisfied with the little girl's performance. This is an excellent assistant.

Um?

Taking a casual glance out of the car window, Lin Xiaqing's expression froze.

Xiaoru, stop!

Qin Xiaoru...

Looking at Lin Xiaqing who was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a windbreaker, Qin Xiaoru felt a little stuck.

It's good to just come to collect the wind?

How about accumulating creative inspiration?

Sure enough, it's all a lie...

Lin Xiaqing, who was fully armed, was about to open the door when he saw the innocent eyes of his little assistant.

cough cough.

Lin Xiaqing couldn't help but blushed and felt a little hot.

That, Xiaoru. Lin Xiaqing's voice was as gentle as water.

Sister Xia Qing, you are going to collect the wind, I know.

Lin Xiaqing was overjoyed. Just as she was about to praise the little girl, she heard Qin Xiaoru continue: But, Sister Xia Qing, it's really too late now. If Sister Ling finds out that we're not here...

Miss Ling?

Hearing the little girl mention Song Yuling again, Lin Xiaqing hesitated, and the hand that opened the door also paused slightly.

Then, I glanced at a figure lying on the table of a stall on the side of the road, and remembered that face under the warm golden sun in the morning...

Xiaoru, you're right. Sister Ling came back and found that I wasn't there. It's really not good.

When Qin Xiaoru heard the words, she was overjoyed and said happily:

Okay, Sister Xia Qing, sit down, let's go back!

Cough, Lin Xiaqing coughed again and hurriedly said, Xiaoru, don't worry, I mean, go back by yourself.

The smile on the little girl's face froze before she had time to dissipate.

go back by yourself?

What do you mean?

Are you running away again?

Sister Xia Qing... are you running away again?

Last night, the little girl accompanied Song Yuling to find this boss all night.

After visiting the clubhouse that Lin Xiaqing often went to, his legs were running thin.

Are you going to do it again today?

Maybe Song Yuling doesn't need to come again. If Song Yuling finds that she has lost the boss again, she can just pack up and leave.

What are you running away, I'm collecting the wind.

Lin Xiaqing looked out the car window, and his tone was a little anxious.

Xiaoru, you can go back now. When you meet Sister Ling, you will say that I am too tired and have fallen asleep, understand?

understand?

The little girl really wanted to say she didn't understand.

Sister Xia Qing, is this... is it really good?

If there's anything wrong, just follow this. I'll go back early tomorrow morning. I'll be fine. I'll take care of it.

After speaking, without waiting for the little girl to speak, she immediately opened the car door and got out.

Looking at Lin Xiaqing who waved to him in the rearview mirror, the little girl felt bitter in her heart.

Sleep? Can Sister Ling believe it?

...

On the low table, Chen Mo slept soundly with a trace of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xiaqing's little nose under the mask wrinkled slightly, and Chen Mo's body was strongly smelled of alcohol.

That what, beauty, are you his friend?

Although Lin Xiaqing wrapped himself tightly, but the curve of his body could not be completely covered, the boss naturally recognized it as a girl.

In fact, the stall owner had been staring at Chen Mo for half an hour, and when he saw someone standing beside Chen Mo, he hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Uh, well, he drank too much by himself?

Not bad, this guy seems to have a problem with his brain, drinking some beer and smirking.

The boss grinned, wiped the grease from his hands on his apron, and continued:

Since you are friends, it's easy to handle. He will hand it to you. There is still 66 yuan for meals. Can you swipe your card in cash or scan my QR code?

Lin Xiaqing...

Fortunately, Lin Datian brought a mobile phone this time, otherwise, hehe...

With the help of the boss, Lin Xiaqing lifted Chen Mo to his shoulders.

This guy is so heavy...

Chen Mo, who was in a daze, noticed that someone was helping him, and a familiar scent penetrated into his nostrils.

Effortlessly opening his eyes, Chen Mo saw the familiar windbreaker.

Why... it's you? Vomit... no... no... no, hallucination... hallucination, it must be... hallucination...

Don't... touch me... old... old... boss, then... that one... come... a bottle, hehe...

Girl, your boyfriend's drinking is average...

Lin Xiaqing...

Although Chen Mo is about 1.8 meters tall, his weight is not over the standard, and he is slightly thinner, about 70 kilograms.

And this guy is not completely broken at the moment, he still has some ability to act.