Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps not far away, and a group of high-level executives were walking towards this side with documents.

Everyone saw that An Yue fell to the ground, crying "woo hoo", with slap marks on her face and messy hair, while Sang Jiuqing leaned to the side with a relaxed expression, holding her hands as if she was watching some performance.

This……

"Miss Sang, I didn't do it on purpose just now, but the boss asked me to take a document in. I really have nothing to do with the boss, please believe me."

An Yue cried pitifully, covered her face with one hand, lowered her head, trembling all over, she didn't know whether it was from fright or pain.

Sang Jiuqing yawned, what the hell is this? The daughter slapped herself, and then asked the old lady if she was afraid, oh, she was afraid of a fart, you continue to act.

The higher-ups didn't dare to move, nonsense, it was Sang Jiuqing, the aunt who had saved them countless times, who would dare to join them at this time.

That woman is going to release Young Master Bo, and everyone will die.

"Miss Sang, I deserve this slap, you misunderstood me, I don't blame you..."

An Yue was still crying.

Sang Jiuqing was not happy when she heard this. She couldn't be blamed for this. She raised her hand and slapped the other half of her face, bending her mouth with a smile.

"Hey, this slap was made by me."

An Yue was stunned by this slap. Sang Jiuqing dared to hit her in front of so many people.

The higher-ups trembled all over, this Miss Sang is as difficult to mess with as the boss.

An Yue turned her head weeping, and saw a group of high-level people with flickering eyes, who dared not come over, and was so angry that they would usually please her, but now they are scared, right?

At this moment, the door of the office opened, and Bo Luocheng appeared at the door with a gloomy face, staring at Sang Jiuqing with a pair of cannibalistic eyes.

An Yue was overjoyed. Sister Rou said that the boss liked her.

"Boss, I..."

Smiling all over her face, Sang Jiuqing rubbed her hands, glanced at Boluo City, and said nothing.

"You hit her?"

Boluo City's voice was a little gloomy, and the anger in his eyes seemed to burn people.

"Ah."

Sang Jiuqing was still very calm, staring at the other party calmly.

When An Yue saw it, she felt a little proud. She immediately wiped away her tears and struggled to stand up.

"Boss, I'm fine, it's just that Miss Sang misunderstood, it's fine."

"Apologize."

Bo Luocheng's thin lips parted slightly, and he stared at Sang Jiuqing coldly, without any warmth in his eyes, like a piece of cold ice.

"What if I don't?"

Sang Jiuqing was always calm, but there was some sarcasm in his heart.

"Sang Jiuqing, since you are so defiant, you should rest for a while while there is no filming."

Heh, this is to hide her in the snow. This Boluo City thought he was a rock, but he didn't expect to be a fucking lover, and he likes such a little woman.

"Snapped!"

Before everyone could react, there was another slap on An Yue's face, which seemed to be more ruthless, and her face was swollen.

An Yue covered her face, in disbelief.

"Since you defend her so much, then you can terminate the contract with me. I'm tired of sleeping with you for so long. It's time to change to a benefactor."

Sang Jiuqing brushed her hair, and glanced at An Yue with disgust on her face. Bo Luocheng was really fucking blind for such a pretentious thing.

"Is this what you mean?"

Bo Luocheng's eyes deepened, and the air-conditioning around his body became even worse, as if he was about to freeze to death.

"So what if it's not what's in your heart? Young Master Bo, you are a prince. Squeezing me to death is as easy as crushing an ant. Today you can get angry with me because of this kind of woman, but tomorrow maybe..."

Sang Jiuqing said, her eyes turned red, damn it, isn't she just pretending to be pitiful, who wouldn't.

It was the first time Boluo City saw this woman showing weakness, her brows furrowed, her heart softened a little, and she rubbed her temples with her fingertips.

"Sang Jiuqing, I know you're just pretending, but I still can't stand it."

Sang Jiuqing paused, something flashed in his eyes, and he covered it up too quickly.

An Yue remained silent, her eyes still had tears, but her heart became anxious.

"boss..."

Cautiously called out.

"roll."

Boluo City is very irritable now, he was angry just now because of Sang Jiuqing's attitude before.

Sang Jiuqing raised his eyebrows, this man changed his face really quickly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he touched the other's chest with his small hand.

"Young Master Bai, it was someone who made a mistake just now, don't be angry."

As for women, if you subdue properly, the other party will be submissive, and now it seems that Boluo City still likes her quite a lot.

Sure enough, there was a smile in Bo Luocheng's eyes. What she had always admired was this woman's face, which was like an iron wall.

"It would be nice for you to be so obedient all the time."

I thought it had a lot of backbone.

In the evening, Boluo City deliberately took Sang Jiuqing to fiddle with it for a while. Although he knew that this woman was beautiful, when he saw her with delicate makeup, his heart still shook violently.

It seemed that all the light around her was rushing towards her, he couldn't see the colors of other things clearly at all, he only felt that the whole world was covered with her figure, that kind of style and beauty that he dared not look at directly made his heart tremble.

"What are you going to do tonight?"

Sang Jiuqing tugged on her bright red dress, and the makeup artist said that red was very suitable for her, bright and flamboyant.

"Dinner."

Boluo City pulled the other party over, got into the car, and walked all the way towards the dealer's house.Zhuang Zizhou's younger sister came back from abroad today, and the Zhuang family specially held a banquet for her.

Although Zhuang is from a scholarly family, this precious daughter is an international supermodel. Not only did she not inherit the slightest bookishness, but she became popular on the runway. She is the first in Asia to board the "Angel's Secret" international T People from Taiwan, so those who go to the banquet tonight are either celebrities or other celebrities.

Sang Jiuqing knew the name Zhuang Xi. Seven years ago, she became famous in the country, but suddenly disappeared. She never heard of her again.

When the two arrived at the manor, there were already many luxury cars parked side by side outside. In front of each car was a uniformed and white-gloved waiter standing, and the reporters outside couldn't get in after chasing here.

Sang Jiuqing was actually not very familiar with the high society in the imperial capital, so he just followed Boluo City the whole time, smiling gracefully.

Instead, I saw a few acquaintances, Sang Rou, Sang Mo, Wen Yan...

The mood suddenly became a little bad. These people are like cockroaches, they can't be trampled to death, and they will disgust you.

"Why is there no Su Shuiyu?"

It stands to reason that in such a scene, he should be there.

"He won't come."

When Bo Luocheng said this, his face was obviously worried, which made Sang Jiuqing stunned for a moment. Could there be something wrong between Zhuang Xi and Su Shuiyu.

Thinking of this, the gossip factor in my heart rose up, as if an ant was waving a small flag and scratching at my heart, very itchy.

Boluo City went to greet the elders of the dealer, and Sang Jiuqing found a seat by himself and sat down.

But she is a person who has a constitution to cause trouble.

"You can still come to this kind of place with your identity."

Holding a glass of wine, Wen Yan looked at Sang Jiuqing arrogantly. He was always unhappy that he didn't kill her last time.

Because Sang Jiuqing and Boluo City came late just now, it didn't cause a sensation. Few people knew that she came with Boluo City.

Wen Yan looked at the skirt on Sang Jiuqing's body. The high-end custom style on the British fashion show that just ended, this kind of dress can't be bought in China, even she doesn't have it yet. The dress on this woman is probably a high imitation, really shame.

Sang Jiuqing didn't speak, because she really didn't know where these idiots got their sense of superiority.

"Sang Jiuqing, isn't the skirt on your body a replica?"

Wen Yan's voice was not loud, but the few people around heard it and looked over. Everyone was acquaintances in the entertainment industry. Although Sang Jiuqing had just entered the industry not long ago, everyone still remembered that face.

"She actually wears a high imitation, it's so embarrassing."

"Yeah, there are so many people here today, how can they hang out in the circle in the future?"

"I guess I can't come up with any good clothes."

The people around started whispering and looked at Sang Jiuqing with disdain.

Sang Jiuqing was stunned. Would people like Bo Luocheng wear high imitations for her? That kind of people are used to arrogance and arrogance, and the things they use are top-notch. How could they let her wear high imitations?
So this person in front of him is just looking for trouble!
Sang Jiuqing took a glass of red wine, leaned on the sofa, her eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, reflecting the bright red dress, she looked as beautiful as a monster.

"Why do you say it is a high imitation?"

"Heh, Dior's advanced customization is not available in China yet. You say you are a starlet, where did you get this dress? It's not a high imitation, what is it?"

Wen Yan's face was full of disdain, and I will embarrass you in front of everyone tonight.

Sang Jiuqing was stunned, and looked at the bracelet on her hand. It was given to her by Boluo City at the last auction. Could she tell this woman that something worth [-] million was casually worn by her? superior.

"Speaking of which, it's true. I wanted to buy it a few days ago, but it's not available in China. After all, it was at the fashion show last week."

"What's wrong with high imitation, but you want to high imitate the latest things, it's a shame."

The surrounding voices were getting louder and louder, but Sang Jiuqing didn't feel ashamed at all. Why can't these women think of some advanced methods? It's really tiring to do these things every day.

"Miss Wen, I don't seem to have provoked you tonight. If it's because of King Mu, I'm here to say sorry."

Sang Jiuqing stood up, stroking her wrist with one hand.

When Wen Yan heard this, the woman was subdued, that is to say, she was really dressed in a high imitation, heh, let's see how she embarrassed her tonight.

"Next time you come to such a banquet, if you don't have a skirt, you can borrow it from me. I have a lot of spares in my closet. On such an occasion, it's better not to wear a high imitation. After all, it's really embarrassing."

Wen Yan chuckled softly, feeling extremely proud. Wearing high imitations in the entertainment industry is a big taboo. It means you are not popular, and no brand is willing to sponsor you. This Sang Jiuqing is just a young actor after all.