Chapter 310: National Film Emperor's wife and wife in daily life 32

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And this Li Qiang, such a small white flower, I am afraid that a woman will not like it?

"Here is the Z country. Female fans are the dominant market. Her personal color is too strong and her plasticity is not high, but it is still the type of white lotus that your girls hate most."

The South Secretary said that he paused. After confirming that there was no dissatisfaction in the glass, but after seriously thinking about the problem he had just said, he continued to speak. "So, if I change my suggestion, you If you want to be a broker, you can consider choosing another artist who is more easily accepted by the market."

When Luo Lanyan heard this, she couldn’t help but have some complaints.

If I really think that the plasticity of Li Qiang is not high, why did you sign the people?

If they gave her an unrealistic dream, Li Qiang would not fall to the last field.

However, she did not sign Li Qiang, she was afraid that even her mother’s first drug fee could not be collected. I was afraid that it would have been dusty.

This is really a dilemma.

But the task of coming to this world is to help Li Qiang to climb the throne of the double shadow, and he has no choice.

After the double film, the two shadows...

It sounds really a natural pair!

The glass of smoky smoke was sore by the thought in her heart that it was about to fall.

She squinted at the South Secretary, and did not continue this topic. The two had a harmonious lunch.

***

At night, all the silence, the faint starlight came in through the thin window screens, and everything was awkward and full of emotion.

The un-locked door was gently pushed open by a gap, giving a "squeaky" sound.

The man who slept in the bed opened his eyes vigilantly.

"Who?"

He stood up halfway, and his voice was cold with a touch of fierceness.

But the comers did not say anything, but they walked like a lazy and elegant step like a cat.

A little starlight was printed on her body, and the black semi-transparent tulle strap pajamas were more attractive.

Nan Sijue’s heartbeat jumped two shots, and his face looked incredulously.

"Glass smoke... How can you..." His throat rolled sharply and his voice was hoarse.

"Hey!" Luo Liyan's long, jade-like index finger gently touched his red lips, and his eyes were filled with spring water.

With her hands on the edge of the big bed, she climbed to the South Secretary's body like a enchanting water snake, along the outline of the quilt.

Nan Sijue was dry and dry, and he was burning like a heat.

He felt that it was too sudden for all of this happening, and the little girl who was still cold and faint in the daytime, how it would become another look at night.

Is she in sleepwalking?

Should I be obedient now, or should she push her away?

The South Sergeant is mad, but the little girl who ignited on him did not intend to let him go.

The glazed tobacco slowly leaned down, and the soft lilac twitched out a little bit of the tongue, followed the curvature of the neck of the South Secretary, and finally fell on the ear socket, and sighed softly.

The South Sergeant was as if he had been clicked, and he felt the feeling of squeezing and numbness, and he pulled away his strength.

This made him half-lifted, and he was still entangled in embracing his beloved girl, or pushing her arm completely out of choice, and drove her into her arms.