Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "..." Han Xiaoye's heart skipped a beat, his body was as stiff as a rock, and he didn't move.

Mo Qi saw that something was wrong, and stood in front of Han Xiaoye without a trace, blending the beauty of a girl with the handsome face of a man, and brought out a smile, "My friend is rather shy, otherwise, I have less respect for power. A cup of apology."

The director laughed dryly and made a round of the game, "Mo Qi, you kid can make up your mind, I've wanted to have a drink with Quan Shao for a long time, but let you grab it first. Forget it, let you let you, who let you be us The cash cow."

   He picked up the Maotai on the table and was about to fall, with a slender hand pressing on the cup. Although the rebellious man's peach blossom eyes are still a bit careless, he doesn't know what makes the air around him feel a little colder, "Did you say you want to drink?"

  The atmosphere froze.

   He bypassed Mo Qi and walked directly to the woman with her head buried, "You, raise your head."

   "Young Master Quan, my friend..." Mo Qi just wanted to step forward to stop her, but the director quickly grabbed her and shook his head at her.

   This guy's temper, he has long heard. If you are willing to give face, you are lucky, if you refuse to give face, you can only endure.

   "The same thing, don't let him say it a third time." There was a strong impatience in his tone.

  Han Xiaoye almost unconditionally gave him an over-the-shoulder fall, endured it, and raised his head little by little like a stuck machine. She specially 'dressed up' before going out today, plus three years of changes, he should, probably, maybe... not recognize it?

   Having said that, Han Xiaoye has no spectrum in his heart. I couldn't help being a little nervous, and my hand hidden under the tablecloth tightened.

   She didn't want to be recognized, not at all.

"you…"

   Quan Ronglian looked at this face for a few seconds, her brows furrowed into knots. Another familiar dull pain hit his heart, his lips turned a little white, and he supported the table with one hand.

   This face, with heavy make-up, looks like Miss Zhan-Jie, and in normal times, he would definitely not pay a single glance.

   For some reason, he couldn't move his eyes.

   was obviously not the facial features he was looking for, but why couldn't he move his eyes away?

  The colic came like a tide, he leaned down, pinched the chin of the woman in front of him, and forcefully took off the eye-catching glasses.

   When he met those clear eyes, his heart was hit hard!

   An indescribable and unexplainable desire rose up so unexpectedly.

eager?

   He longed for an ugly girl painted like the old bustard?

   Quan Ronglian's peach blossom eyes narrowed suddenly!

  Han Xiaoye's heart was beating like a drum, feeling that Quan Ronglian recognized her. But looking at his expression, he felt as if he didn't recognize him. Based on the principle of 'the enemy does not move, we do not move', she did not move at all.

   For a long time, when her neck was almost sore, the hand that was holding her chin suddenly let go. The man who straightened his waist returned to his lazy look, "Hey, you have a pair of good eyes."

"…"What's the meaning? Is this not recognized?

  Although it was a bit unbelievable, Han Xiaoye couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief. He picked up the eyes on the table and put them on, and continued to bury his head.

  The overwhelming atmosphere suddenly melted away, and the director immediately invited Quan Ronglian to sit down.

  Quan Ronglian's rose-colored lips were still a little white. He raised his peach blossom eyes and said bluntly, "I heard that your movie is going to be a second film?"

   The director poured him a glass of wine, "Yes, there is this plan. Does Master Quan want...?"

  Three years ago, Quan Ronglian had also been involved in the entertainment industry, and she was in the limelight. At that time, not many people knew his identity, and he had won numerous awards with his natural talent. If he were to act, the movie would not need publicity at all, and it could achieve the effect of a topic explosion.

   Quan Ronglian picked up the wine glass and sipped, her pale lips recovered a little, "Are you missing a heroine?"

  Mo Qi had already sat back, just drinking water and was shocked. Hearing this, Pu Chi choked with water in his throat. Shouldn't the handsome guy want to play the heroine instead?

   Fortunately, Quan Ronglian continued, "Master has a good candidate to recommend."

   Before waiting for the director to refuse, he squinted his eyes, "As your reward for using a new heroine, the second part of this movie can be financed alone."

   One person contributes.

  It was a little quiet in the private room.

  The cost of making a blockbuster is often hundreds of millions, plus the post-promotion expenses, it is estimated to be 200 million. Therefore, generally, there will be a dozen to twenty investors behind a movie to share the risks and benefits. Very few like one person funded the entire film.

   The director couldn't come back to his senses, "What does Master Quan mean?"

"I mean, in the second film, I want to arrange a heroine, and I won't intervene in the other movies. As for the male protagonist..." He glanced at Mo Qi, who had finally recovered his breath, "Of course. Still the first male protagonist. You won't suffer from such a deal."

  The director's mind is turning fast, of course he will not suffer, instead of letting more than a dozen investors block people. It's too good to change the heroine. He almost immediately had a choice. He smiled and raised his glass, "Young Master Quan is happy to work together."

   Quan Ronglian touched him for the first time, and was about to drink when suddenly peach blossom eyes squinted and landed on the man who was wearing an ostrich with his head buried in it, and paused for half a second. The gorgeous smokey voice blurred, "By the way, she."

   The director, who had eaten more than half of a glass of wine, raised it again, for fear of another moth.

   However, the arrogant man frowned and said nothing. He raised his head and drank a glass of white, and put down the glass, "Her eyes are pretty good. See if there are any good characters in the script, give her one."

  Is there any connection between having good eyes and getting a good character?

   The director muttered in his heart, and the one who was still smiling was like a spring breeze, "Of course, of course."

   Han Xiaoye went up and down for a meal, and Mo Qi gave her the food she was chewing like a candle, tasteless and tasteless.

  The elegant room is still staggered. Quan Ronglian never meant to leave, she couldn't hold back a little, and whispered into Mo Qi's ear, "Qiqi, I'm going to the toilet."

Mo Qi was about to be drenched, and he couldn't straighten his tongue. Jun blushed and leaned into her ear ambiguously, "Go, go, little girl, come back soon. The uncle is still waiting for you to cover it. Before you leave, do you want the uncle to bring you a handsome kiss?"

  "..." Han Xiaoye really wanted to pry her forehead open, but he endured it, got up and went out with as little presence as possible.

   As soon as I got out of the private room, the air seemed to be a little fresher.

   She sighed and walked towards the toilet.

   Just halfway there, a black thing that appeared out of nowhere slammed into her face, and Han Xiaoye waved his hand reflexively. I saw a little guy running out of the corner and exclaimed, "Mummy!"