Queen of the Days, She Was Only More Than a Billion

  Chapter 8 I suggest changing the role

  Unable to wait for her reply, Yang Panpan suddenly noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and was awkwardly rounded up: “Sister Nan Xi, don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mean that. Good things must be shared with good sisters.”

   Nan Xi reluctantly agreed: "Well, is there any crocodile skin with emerald green?"

  There was a dull breath on the other end of the phone, Yang Panpan really never guessed that Nan Xi was so dark-hearted and dared to ask millions of collectors.

   Then burst out with an angry ‘Yes’, "I will send my sister to Shui’an Tiancheng Apartment tomorrow."

  Nan Xi doesn't care about the other party's emotions at all. Since the benefits are mentioned first, there is nothing wrong for adults to pay for their own decision. In the past, Mr. Yang was much more cunning to trouble her, and owed an unfulfilled promise.

  Women pay for the father, it is even more justified.

  "Do you teach me now, or do you get the bag and teach again tomorrow?" Anyway, after paying the benefits, Yang Panpan thought that there was no need to continue to pretend to be clever.

  Nan Xi leisurely took the juice from Nan's mother and gestured, indicating that it would take some time for her mother to take a lunch break.

  When Nanmu returned to the house, she asked Yang Panpan with a smile: "It's not that my sister doesn't trust you. Since you asked, why don't you pay for it tomorrow?"

  The sound of breaking similar to the falling of glass products sounded, and Yang Panpan couldn't help it at all: "Who do you look down on! Will my dignified Miss Yang family depend on you for a broken bag?"

"Panpan, don't worry." Nan Xi took a mouthful of the juice, waited until the other party breathed heavily for the fifth time, and slowly said: "I'm just answering your question, and I'm just talking to you wherever you go. If you have a small temper, you will stop. Don’t stop. Directors, especially famous ones, are more temperamental than you. Is it possible that you also go up to quarrel with others?"

   "It's not that I haven't quarreled." Yang Panpan refused to accept it, muttering to himself, "He doesn't care about me at all."

Nan Xi turned his unnourished talk back, and suggested: "You'd better let the screenwriter give you a new role, don't let your dad take the money and throw it up. To treat the literati, respect is the first thing, and you should discuss it with the screenwriter. ."

  Yang Panpan felt that his IQ was a little bit unable to keep up, and asked blankly: "What role to change?" What role can be simpler than Silly Baitian?

   "Performance is not like an exam, rote memorization is the most useless. I think about it, there should be a role that suits you very well."

  Listening to Nan Xi’s advice, which was mostly comforting, Yang Panpan became less confident. Joining the group began to feel confident and treated the others as lemon essence. After a few days of mixing, but she can be replaced by everything, so it is estimated that even the old dad will not be able to flicker, and the old dad will definitely let her reduce the foolishness.

  Now the only life-saving straw is Nan Xi, who seems to be unreliable. Yang Panpan lowered his attitude a bit and asked patiently: "Sister Nan Xi, do you want to?"

"Well," Nan Xi drew a long tone, describing the rough shape in her mind: "You play the rich lady who came back from overseas. You are so obsessed with the hero's heroic ambition that you can't extricate yourself from the hero's heroic ambitions, and finally go to the revolution to disperse your love for your family. Yes, you should be easier to perform."

  Yang Panpan didn’t understand where the mystery was, and had to admit: “Why do I think my previous role is better? This one has to show the passion of love and the feelings of family and country. It’s too difficult, I can’t do it.”

"It's not difficult, don't talk about family and country feelings." Fearing that Yang Panpan would not be able to empathize with him, Nan Xi made a hypothesis, "You bring it into your mind. If you love a man deeply and your dad disagrees, will you give up you for him? A superior family situation?"

  Yang Panpan replied almost without hesitation: "Of course it will!"

  Summing up the submission: "Yes, this is your original character, why is it difficult for you to act as yourself."

  Yang Panpan shot the case and exclaimed: "vvverygood, sister! You deserve to be the study specimen strongly recommended by my dad. Are you in the apartment? I must personally deliver the bag to you."

  Specimen? The specimen has been offended, so it's advertised.

  Who would have thought of the cunning and calculating old man, but the daughter was straightforward and unsharp, and sure enough, things would be the opposite.

  "Not here, I'm in Yunshang, you can send the package to my company or to my assistant."

   "Yunshang." Yang Panpan repeated silently, asking incredulously: "Could it be the only two legal civilian villas in the 5A Lijiang Scenic Area, Yunshang!?" That's not just simply having money and the right to buy it.

"Yes."

   "I X, cow. Sister, you are deep enough to hide, waiting for me to come."

  Half an hour later, Yang Panpan was greeted with turmoil. The other party was holding a bag in his left hand and a big cherries fruit basket in his right hand, showing his anger.

  After introducing herself, Nan Mu recalled that she hadn't been on account for a long time, and Nan Xi added in a low voice: "Her family has just become rich in recent years."

  Namu knew it, and whispered back: "It's a nouveau riche."

  Unexpectedly, Yang Panpan's ears were sharp, and he stretched out his hand to squeeze Nanma's waist with a grin, and praised: "Yes, Auntie, you have a foresight. My family is the most jealous upstart in the past two years."

  Nan Xi: …is this worth showing off?

  A full minute in the cold, Yang Panpan dumbly found something wrong. I was rude as a junior, but I had already touched my hand and it was so embarrassing.

   "It smells so good, are you cooking, Auntie?"

  The problem of embarrassment is not resolved.

  'Grungy Grungy’ hunger was crying, Yang Panpan grinned and asked for instructions: "Can I," take a meal?

   "No!" Nan Xi interrupted, refusing.

  Half an hour later, Yang Panpan dried out two bowls of tomato noodles.

  Nan Xi is as firm as a rock, unable to bear the flood of Nanma's heart.

   Touching the little belly of eating support, Yang Panpan sighed with satisfaction: “It’s much better than my stepmother. It’s been a long time since I tasted pure mother’s taste.”

  Nan Xi heard about the general situation of the Yang family. After Yang's father got rich, he took Xiaosan home and was so angry that Yang's mother died of depression in less than half a year. Fortunately, Father Yang loves Yang Panpan very much, no matter how the junior plays tricks, he insists on not agreeing to have a second child.

   "The child's biological mother is gone?" Nan Mu asked in a low voice, and Nan Xi nodded.

  Just as the old man was about to persuade a few words, the infiltrating ghost cried, his back was chilly, and he looked for the source.

  Yang Panpan rubbed his hand with a tissue, and found out the phone to connect, the ghost cry stopped.

  Nan Xi showed a helpless look to her mother, and she suddenly realized that it was a ringtone. Probably out of sympathy for Yang Panpan, instead of getting bored with all kinds of weird behaviors, he liked it very much.

Yang Panpan put the phone in his ear, and he didn't speak for a minute and just listened. Then he quickly retorted: "Your thinking is too dead. Not only is your thinking dead, but your comprehension ability is sadly lacking. You can appreciate my deep meaning and want to understand it. I call back."

  The whole process omit the communication link, just like a master training students.

   Ended with an impassioned speech. Without the audience, he couldn't help but said: "Now the screenwriter is too difficult to bring, and he is not obedient."

  Nan Xi’s chopsticks stopped in the air, and she looked up and asked, "The screenwriter's phone number?"

  "Yes! She said she didn't have time to write me a new role. She suggested that I be good and don't always ask for others. Nan Xi, you say irritating and not irritating! Do people of no skill like to train others first?"

  Nan Xi collapsed, is this person commenting on himself?

  I miscalculated and regretted it.

  "Can I not pack it?"

   "Don't tell me, sister is tough, you should be able to do it well. Let's hang her all night, she promises to deeply understand her own mistakes."

  Hey, there is nothing you can do to transform the other party, so you can eat the fruit for yourself, you have to deal with the baldness. After driving away the reluctant Yang Panpan, Nan Xi communicated with the screenwriter on the phone for more than three hours. Eighteen martial arts took turns to persuade each other.

  The screenwriter hurried out the new book overnight, she was not much better, accompanied the whole night, and helped to refine the plump characters together. Fortunately, the hard work was not in vain, and there were frequent good news during the day. Yang Panpan's new role has basically been played three times within three times. Although it is not very good, at least it does not appear. Take He Dao's original words incisively comment, content with Changle.

  Because the difficult households went too smoothly, indirectly only Nan Xi’s supplementary play was not filmed. Feng Shui turns a bit fast, and Yang Panpan sends a comfort call. Gan smiled and thanked him, and re-arranged the shooting time with the crew.

  Abandoned for two days, I woke up early on the day when I resumed work, had a breakfast with Nanma’s love, and stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus to be picked up.

  The manic sound of the motor ended next to her from far to near, and the only Bugatti silver and blue centennial commemorative bag appeared in China.

  The car window rolled down, and the owner was as arrogant as his car, and dropped the word: "Get in the car."

  Nan Xi stepped on eight-cent stilettos, stepped back a few steps, avoided the parking position of the sao chartered car, and looked into the distance.

  As early as ten minutes ago, the exclusive driver reported that it will arrive immediately. So far, I have not seen the shadow of the nanny car. The concept of time is too bad.

   "Xiao Li, where are you? Hurry up a little bit." There is less than half an hour left for the scheduled magazine shooting. In case of traffic jams, it will be late. Nan Xi, who is used to being late, rarely wants to be on time.

  On the other side of the phone, Xiao Li was also confused and asked urgently: "General Secretary Zhang said that the person who arranged to pick you up has already arrived. Sister, wait, I will ask again."

   has arrived! Nan Xi used her index finger to lower her sunglasses and looked around. There were no other cars on the road around the lake except for the Bugatti of Saobao.

  Understand in seconds, you can do it! No wonder sitting in the car with confidence and blowing on the air conditioner, leaving her outside to be exposed to the sun.

   "No need to check."

  The car door automatically opens upwards, and glances at the car-hailing APP to show: The fastest private car will arrive at the scenic spot in one hour, and you need to pay for the ticket.

  Nan Xi silently locks the screen, so why bother to yourself?

  Sit in the co-driver, fasten the seat belt, open the glove box, take out two red tickets from the bag and pat it in it, saying: "Master, take me to No. 157 Nanhuan Road."

  A series of actions are flowing and flowing, and Nan Xi fluffs her hair back in a cool manner. Put your arm on the car window, hold your head with your palm, close your eyes and sleep lightly.

  "Two people pay for their tickets."

  The expression of contentment was fixed on Nan Xi's face, and a pair of eyes opened quickly. Open the buckle and take out six red tickets, confirm to put them in the glove box several times, and close them again.

   "Does it hurt?"

   Annoying chuckles, Nan Xi indifferently corrected the other's work attitude: “Please look at the road when driving. Next time, it’s better to get a QR code for payment and post it in a prominent place.”

  Arriving at the destination, Huang Yi, the editor-in-chief of Magazine Lin, and the bodyguard were at the drop-off point early. Seeing Nan Xi coming down from the iconic supercar, Huang Yi was stunned, as if her eyes were about to fall out of her eyes.

  (End of this chapter)