My Fairy Girlfriend + Spoiler

Li Daosi followed behind and continued to dismantle the stage: "Isn't it? They are all Rosaceae, so of course they are easy to feed. Most of your shed are wild roses, right? With such a big crew, can you fall in love with your roses?"

Tao Yao stopped in her tracks: "Shouldn't I just say a few words about you, Mr. Chi, how narrow-minded you are? Tan Wen, I don't need to pay him next month, just change the roof for my rose!"

Li Daosi: ...

Assistant Tan agreed with a suppressed smile.

As soon as the words fell, Tao Yao heard the voices outside, and frowned slightly in displeasure.The flower-drying platform is located in the deepest part of the conservation center. It is a large square surrounded by green plants. Usually, it is just rows of empty shelves. The terrain is high and the sun is the most abundant. When I feel uncomfortable, I will move here to bask in the sun. Except for Taoyao and the flower and plant maintenance staff, ordinary people will not come here.

Tao Yao frowned because the footsteps of the visitors were messy, obviously not the staff of the Nursing Center, but the flower-drying table had just sun-dried the red fenugreek on the tip of her heart. With a sweep of her gaze, the rows of red scallops stretched out in the breeze Holding petals, like her own jade-like girl who has just grown up, Taoyao has a sense of crisis that her daughter is about to be harmed!

"Go and have a look and send them away," before they finished speaking, a group of people turned the corner and walked towards them: "Oh, this place is great! What kind of flower is this? Director Zhou, take a look, it is similar to our set The picture is exactly the same! The director also said that he may have to do it himself in the later stage, don’t you see that we have a real scene?”

Tao Yao couldn't bear to interrupt the joy in the man's eyes and mouth.

Director Zhou, who was surrounded by a group of more than a dozen people, also had a relaxed smile on his face: "I want this, I want it! Where are you in charge? Our crew ordered this flower from your family. What's the name of this flower?"

Taoyao raised her hand and pinned her loose long hair behind her ear, and with a charming and enchanting posture, she took a step forward and said with a smile to Director Zhou, who was always looking at her from the past, and said, "I am the person in charge. It's called Hong Zhaoluo."

"This Hong Zhaoluo is what we want, how many do you have here, we all..."

The smile on Taoyao's face remained unchanged, and she interrupted him: "This flower is a rare species that our sanctuary is protecting. Sorry, it is not for sale."

"This, why, we can discuss the price!" Director Zhou's face immediately turned a little ugly, if he didn't see Taoyao is a beauty, he would probably point to her face and say that she is shameless.

Although Taoyao didn't have any contact with people in the entertainment industry, how old did she live?Throughout the ages, she knew what kind of dogs these people were. She probably had a bit of face in their circle. After being used to being praised, she would always forget what kind of guy she was.

"The so-called cherished species means that there is a price but no market. You can give the price whatever you want, and it is impossible to sell it!" Taoyao reached out and took a price list of flowers that are on sale from Special Assistant Tan: "Our conservation center sells them to the outside world. The prices of the flowers and trees are clearly marked, and you can contact us at any time if you need it. Tan Wen, take customers out for a walk, this place is not open to the public."

After finishing speaking, he nodded, and Tan Tezhu politely led the way: "Your side please."

The director surnamed Zhou was stunned. Seeing so many people lose face, he snorted coldly and turned his face away. That's for your face, I want to see if no one buys your flowers, can I starve you to death!"

Everyone was gone, Li Daosi hesitated for a long time before he said cautiously: "Sister, the deputy director of Zhou has a lot of opportunities, will you offend him today?"

Hong Zhaoluo shook the petals as if she was in a hurry, Taoyao looked down at the little flower, not sure whether she was comforting the flower or the little Taoist: "Don't worry, my sister won't starve to death if she can't sell the flowers, I don't eat flowers, Yes or no?"

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Yijing film and television base.

The make-up artist moved his steps with a face full of embarrassment, and the short few steps made him walk away from the grandeur of life and death. Seeing this, Fang Fang, the assistant, pulled him over: "Brother, what's the matter with you? Just waiting for you, hurry up!"

"Sister Fang, it's not me, you come here, let me tell you something."

"You have a mysterious face, why are you chasing me? Even if you chase me, you have to put on makeup for our teacher Chi first, and we'll be in the show later!" Fang Fang smiled, but his eyes were very sharp: "Don't try to get close to me, it's useless!"

Chi Quan sat in front of the mirror holding the script, put his fingers on the script, and asked, "Teacher, do you have any other arrangements?"

"No, no!" The makeup artist complained in his heart why he was assigned such a difficult job: "Well, the director's set hasn't been finished yet, and your show may not be able to start today, so it's on Mr. Jiang's side." I can't wait, and I'm urging me."

Chi Quan in the mirror is wearing a wig, her long hair is scattered around her waist, and there is a light moon in her eyes. She has not changed her clothes yet, but she can directly bring people into the situation. She is that cold little gardener .Chi Quan just nodded slightly when he heard the words, and didn't take it seriously: "Teacher, go get busy first, I'm not in a hurry here."

Although she spoke politely, the indifference and alienation in her tone still made the makeup artist break out in a cold sweat. The florets gathered in the production crew of "Love" formed a beautiful landscape. It looks good, but it hurts the staff, especially the make-up artists.