After reading through the book, I was attacked by the little green tea

Qiu Zhishan looked at the message on the phone, frowned, and asked: Why didn't Sister Mo come to notify me?

wipe it up.

Duan Na slapped her thigh, and was too busy discussing with Boss Fu, but forgot to tell Sister Qiu's agent, Wang Mo.

She hurriedly explained: Sister Mo knew that I just notified Rong Rong, so I notified along the way.

"Rongrong...how is she now?" Qiu Zhishan's fingers trembled when he saw the word Rongrong.

She touched her hair in the middle of the night to hint at Moments, but Rong Rong didn't comment on it.

Duan Na thought for a while, and replied: "It's hard to say, I'm a bit haggard, I lost my mind on the set today, and was scolded by the director."

Be scolded?

Qiu Zhishan's heart tightened, and he wished he could get up and go to the set immediately.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning."

As soon as Qiu Zhishan finished speaking here, Duan Na turned around and told Fu Ting, and Fu Ting... was squatting on the side of the road with Qiu Zhishan.

As soon as Ding Lingling's mobile phone rang, Qiu Zhishan looked over. At the corner, a man in a coat and sunglasses was lying on his back, hiding behind the wall of the building with his butt pouted, flusteredly pulling out his mobile phone .

When she was wondering who this person was, she took a closer look and felt that the figure was very familiar, so she stepped forward hesitantly.

"Mr. Fu?"

"Ah?" Fu Ting turned off his phone in a panic. Duan Na didn't get through to one call, but then called again. I don't know if he is following you!Hearing Qiu Zhishan calling him, he subconsciously raised his head to respond.

When they raised their heads, their eyes met. Fu Ting's sunglasses were still hanging on his forehead...

Qiu Zhishan looked at his attire, and asked suspiciously, "What is Mr. Fu doing?"

"I'm not Fu Ting." Fu Ting flicked down the sunglasses on his forehead, put them back on the bridge of his nose, covered his face with his hands and ran away with his legs crossed.

Ah this...

Qiu Zhishan wondered if he should tell his little assistant that the president of his family was also a little mentally disturbed.

Fu Ting ran for a long distance, and didn't stop answering Duan Na's call until he turned around and could no longer see the strictly controlled small building.

"What's the hurry?!" Fu Ting gritted his teeth.

Duan Na was very puzzled: "Don't worry, this is not to report to you, sister Qiu promised to visit the class tomorrow."

"Okay, I see." Fu Ting was about to hang up after finishing speaking, and after thinking about it, he leaned closer to the phone and added, "Sister Qiu is really not having an affair."

"I know, didn't Rong Rong say that..."

Fu Ting interrupted: "Does what Rong Rong said count? I only check it myself. Let me tell you, I followed her for 5 hours and found no suspicious person. Sister Qiu spent 5 hours with her. An old man spoke!"

Duan Na: "..." 5 hours, really accurate!

Fu Ting: "I won't tell you anymore, just send me the address of Sister Qiu's home, and then you will prepare two cars for visiting the set tomorrow, one with Sister Qiu's name on it, to bring some food to the crew, and one for the crew. Rong Rong sent some flowers or something. Sister Qiu is reserved and embarrassed, let's help coax her."

Duan Na: "...OK" You are so thoughtful.

Fu Ting ran over after receiving the address of Qiu Zhishan's home.Only squatting in one place is really not very rigorous. There are a lot of samples to do the investigation. He has to squat near her house to see if sister Qiu is doing the "golden house hidden beauty" thing!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived downstairs, he bumped into Qiu He coming down to throw garbage.

They looked at each other again, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Fu Ting recognized that this was the psychopath who made trouble in the studio before, but she seemed to be Sister Qiu's real mother?

"Ah...how is Auntie?"

Qiu He clenched the garbage bag tightly, and stared at Fu Ting with sunken eyes, looking on guard.

Fu Ting felt that Qiu He didn't like him a little bit. After all, when he was unconscious, he would scream and scold him when he saw him.He felt that he should take advantage of the old lady's sobriety to get a good impression of her?

He snatched the garbage bag from Qiu He's hand: "Take out the garbage, right? I'll help you."

"Need not!"

Qiu He took a step back, bypassed Fu Ting and threw the garbage into the trash can, and turned around to leave.

Fu Ting touched his nose and then his face. Could it be that the old lady doesn't like anyone who is handsome now?

He was about to turn around and leave when Qiu He rushed down from the stairs again.

Qiu He asked him tensely, "What are you doing here?"

"Ah, I..." Fu Ting hesitated, "I just came to see..."

See if there are any other women in Miss Qiu's little house!

Qiu He raised his brows, and his voice suddenly became sharp: "You know everything?"

Fu Ting covered his mouth in shock!

Know... know what?Do you know that sister Qiu is hiding her beauty?

Sister Qiu really has a mistress?

No wonder the little devil went back to his home in such a dismal state!

Fu Ting nodded: "I guess...you know."

When Qiu He heard this, his expression wrinkled again: "Then what are you doing here! Are you here to pick her up?"

"Pick it up?" Fu Ting rubbed his chin. It's not impossible to pick it up, but is it illegal? Is it a kidnapping or something? In case Qiu sister finds out... He tentatively asked, "Qiu Sister knows, will she be angry?"

"Shanshan knows??" Qiu He's face turned red, his fists were clenched tightly, and his expression was puzzled and shocked.

Fu Ting was even more amazed: "Sister Qiu didn't know what Sister Qiu did?"

Qiu He couldn't understand: "It has nothing to do with us, she is innocent."

"All of them have brought up Jinwu Zangjiao, and sister Qiu is still innocent?" Fu Ting argued, "Even if you are her real mother, you have to be reasonable."

"What?" Qiu He couldn't understand at all.

Fu Ting wanted to argue again, but Qiu He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and interrupted him.

"Come into the house with me and tell."

After Qiu He finished speaking, he went upstairs first.

Fu Ting was nervous and struggled repeatedly. When he saw the woman in the hut, what kind of posture should he pose to frighten her.

Should he criticize severely, scold her loudly, and break up other people's love if he doesn't learn well at a young age?

Or should we move her with emotion, understand with reason, and impress her with true feelings?

After entering the house, Fu Ting couldn't wait to look around. The slippers at the door were still velvet. He saw her drying them.The clothes hanging on the balcony were also velvet, which he saw her wear.

The house is full of traces of Rongrong, the golden house hides the charm, where is the "Jiao"?

"Since when did you know that Shanshan belongs to your younger sister?" Qiu He began to question as soon as he entered the room.

Fu Ting was still looking for "Jiao", and was stunned: "What? I, I don't know? What do you mean?"

"Then you just said you knew?"

"I said I know the golden house cangjiao!"

"What nonsense! I was clearly young and ignorant, your father lied to me!"

"If you are young and ignorant, you can cheat randomly... Wait!" Fu Ting finally heard what Qiu He said, "What does it matter to my dad?"

Qiu He: "..." The co-author doesn't know anything.

Qiu He drank a couple of sips of water, calmed himself down, and kept repeating the pure words Shanshan taught her in his heart to prevent his sudden mental illness from relapsing.

When Fu Ting walked out of the room, his whole body was floating, his legs were weak, and his head was in a daze.

Qiu He spent 10 minutes telling him an old story, but he could only remember one fact, sister Qiu... ah no, Shanshan, she turned out to be his half-sister.

God, is he helping his sister choose a concubine during this time?