my sister is actress

Chapter 25 The Dowry
"What is it? It's mysterious."

"Dangdangdangdang~" Lin Miaomiao stuffed a card into his younger brother's hand, "This is my sister's dowry, and it's all given to you. In the future, Ayang, you must never forget that my sister went bankrupt to support you!"

My sister held Ling Yang's arm pitifully, with a reassuring expression on her face that you will be responsible for raising her for the rest of her life.

"You prodigal bitch, did you sell the house? Or did you ask your family for money?"

Ling Yang froze for a moment, and frowned. How could my sister have any dowry? She didn’t even have any deposits. She stopped working a year after graduation, that is, half a year ago. She depended on him. Where did she get the money to support him in making movies? ?
"Of course..." Seeing her brother's hands raised, Lin Miaomiao subconsciously covered her buttocks, "...No, this is saved by my sister's frugality. It's not much money, but it's all my sister's money." Mind!"

Ling Yang breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "Don't gasp when you speak in the future. You even said it was a dowry. You scared me!"

"This is all my sister's money, isn't it my sister's dowry! What was wrong," Lin Miaomiao curled her lips.

"How many are there?"

"Many, many! It's definitely enough for you to finish the movie!" Lin Miaomiao looked at her brother with eyes full of water, but her eyes always missed her brother's eyes unconsciously.

"Ok?"

"As the saying goes, sending goose feathers thousands of miles away is more about affection than courtesy," Lin Miaomiao said confidently, "Sister has contributed all her wealth. How about it, Ayang, are you not impressed?"

Ling Yang, who was thrown into the abyss by his sister's arms, replied honestly: "Don't dare to move!"

"What?" Lin Miaomiao got angry and hugged her tighter, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufor

"Quick, let go, I'm going to... I can't breathe!"

Lin Miaomiao saw that her younger brother didn't look like he was joking, so she quickly let go of his neck, her face was blushing and charming, like a ripe peach.

Ling Yang had just escaped from the crisis of death, panting heavily, his elder sister patted him on the back with some guilt, "Why didn't you say it earlier, how can my elder sister trust you if you don't know how to take care of yourself!"

"Huhuhu~~" The scorching heat in his lungs receded, Ling Yang took a deep breath, and felt the beauty of life again, only then remembered the culprit.

Ling Yang glared at his sister 'viciously', with a 'malign light' in his eyes.

"Today's weather is really good, the wind is very loud, Ayang, what do you think? Ah!"

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A few minutes later, Lin Miaomiao knelt down on the sofa pitifully, pouted and rubbed her buttocks, "Wuuuuu~~It hurts! Ayang, you have changed!"

"In the past, people were told to hold it in their palms, little darling, but now a new generation replaces the old one..."

"Hurry up and recite the lines, what are you mumbling about?" Ling Yang glanced, Lin Miaomiao's body trembled, and she shrank back, subconsciously covering her buttocks.

But she immediately remembered that she was her sister, how could she be bullied like this by her bratty brother?Where is the majesty of my sister!

So she raised her head and chest up, cast a sidelong glance at her younger brother, and said softly, "Just memorize it, it doesn't take time to memorize the lines? Why are you urging me!"

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Early the next morning, Ling Yang received a call, which woke him up early in the morning, "Hey, who is it?"

"Hello? Little brother, are you the fool?"

"Hey, how are you talking? Who do you call a fool?" Ling Yang woke up immediately.

"The idiot is called... Hey, I'm sorry, you fly to chat with the name of the net name to get a longer one, and the idiot will follow along, right? I'm sending you clothes, and I've arrived at school, you come out and pick them up!"

"It's so fast, the efficiency is comparable to Dongfeng Express, wait, I'll be right over!"

Putting on his clothes in a hurry, Ling Yang ran outside. Fortunately, the place he rented was not far from the school, and it took more than 20 minutes to get there.

At the gate of the school, Guangdong Communication University, as a key university of art, is naturally gilded and colorful, opening and closing, majestic and full of unique charm, which fully reflects the artistic temperament of the school.

Beside the gate, there was a van parked there, and a man was squatting beside the van with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes fixedly scanning around, all the while circling all the female college students.

Ling Yang doesn't even need to look, this kind of temperament that doesn't fit in with the school, at first glance, he is not a student, it should be him.

He walked directly from behind and patted him on the shoulder: "Hello, I am... Ling Yang, I ordered clothes from you on FeiChat."

"Artists, you have to take care of dogs," the middle-aged man said in a Hong Kong-style Mandarin, his eyes reluctantly retracting from the crowd of thighs.

"Uh..., this big brother can't speak Mandarin well, so don't force yourself to be polite, okay, it sounds like a curse!"

"Oh, this accent has been fixed, there's nothing we can do about it."

The middle-aged man threw away his cigarette butt and stood up, "The college students in the Art Institute are different. The art cultivated by this art is much more flavorful than the ones outside!"

Ling Yang took a look at this middle-aged uncle, with curly hair, slightly bald head, and an ordinary face, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged greasy uncle.

"What do you want to say? Pickled and tasty?"

"Uh..., my little brother is indeed a handsome and extraordinary person. As for what you said today, you are my friend!"

The middle-aged uncle threw away his cigarette butt, and enthusiastically reached out to hold Ling Yang's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Li Yingjun."

"Brother Ling is not simple. Although it is our first time to meet him, he is an artist who is so refreshing and not pretentious at all. That's who he is!" Li Yingjun gave a thumbs up.

"Uh..., what a name with personality!" Ling Yang couldn't complain, and silently gave a thumbs up, "Thank you for your hard work, you have really shouldered the burden that doesn't belong to your age!"

"Haha," Li Yingjun grinned, looking a bit honest, "I'm used to it. Little brother, this is the first time I've heard you say that. Artists speak differently!"

"Let's not gossip, have you brought all the clothes I want? Let me tell you in advance, if the clothes don't meet my expectations, or the quality is not good, then I won't rent any of them!"

Uncle Greasy didn't talk nonsense, he grabbed the door of the van and pulled it hard, and two rows of clothes appeared in front of Ling Yang.

"Why are there so many? I don't need so many, do I?" Ling Yang remarked casually, and checked the quality of the clothes. The stitches are fine, the materials are exquisite, the workmanship is excellent, and the embroidery is exquisite. The quality is indeed excellent.

"I'm quite satisfied with the clothes." Ling Yang held a blue ancient gown in his hand, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's talk about the price? Can't your clothes be cheaper? One piece is 50 a day, too A little expensive!"

"Looking at my situation, you know that I am a poor student, and it is not easy to save a group. Please give me a discount!"

"You're wrong. Expensive is relative. You get what you pay for." Li Yingjun handed Ling Yang a cigarette, "I supply costumes for major production crews. They are all regular customers, so don’t dare to deceive people!”

"No, thank you," Ling Yang rubbed his fingers, but he still didn't take the cigarette. It's not that he dislikes it. He's not very addicted, and my sister really hates the smell of cigarettes. If she smells it when I go home, I'm sure there will be a fuss again. .

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