Chapter 892: That's right, your beloved Zeng Yuqing is lost, why don't you go with them to find someone?

Zhuang Mengdie screamed in fright when he saw that actor rushed forward maliciously.
But just as the actor threw himself over, a dazzling red butterfly appeared between the actor and Zhuang Mengdie. The butterfly was hanging out of thin air. It flapped its wings, flapping and flapping, making people dizzy.
The actor stared at the butterfly, and his body was fixed on the ground, unable to move.
Not only the male actors, but all the people present were as nailed to the ground, unable to move.
So they watched Zhuang Mengdie put the things on the stone bench into the backpack, put the backpack on his back, and left slowly.
When Zhuang Mengdie walked away, the butterfly disappeared into the air.
Until the butterfly disappeared, everyone found that their bodies could move again.
The actor stomped his feet with anger. "See? This is magic. She used that butterfly to fix all of us on the ground so that we could not move. Then she left as if there was nothing wrong."
The policeman who picked up the card frowned and said, "But isn't the thing that flashed in the air just now the card of Zeng Yuqing? If she is really at fault, how can we manipulate the card that does not belong to her?"
The actor is really serious, "She is a monster, and the monster is omnipotent. Let alone a hairpin, it's just manipulating all of us. For her, it's just a matter of moving her little finger."
The other members of the crew agreed, "Yes, monsters are supernatural powers, and monsters can spells."
The two police officers sighed, "Forget it, leave her alone. She doesn't seem to have much to do with this case, let's not provoke her."
The uncle waved his hand, "Go, let's continue to find Xiao Zeng, the director said, the task for us this morning is to find Xiao Zeng, we must find Xiao Zeng."
The actor said, "Look for Xiao Zeng? Let's find it, why doesn't he find it himself?"
An actress smirked nearby, "The director is not free now, he is busy."
Everyone immediately understood and laughed together.
Zhuang Mengdie walked forward with a backpack, and when he walked, he came to a small dilapidated house.
On the door of the small house is the dressing room of the crew of "Fire Ambition".
Isn't Lihuo Ambition the TV series that Zeng Yuqing is filming?
Ok? Did you see Zeng Yuqing quarreling with Yanhong in this dressing room before?
At this moment, she suddenly heard the voice of someone talking in the dressing room.
Aren’t all the members of this crew looking for Zeng Yuqing outside now?
Who is talking in the dressing room?
Zhuang Mengdie walked over cautiously and found that the window was wide open, so she hurriedly hid in the bushes under the window sill and stretched her head to look into the house.
Sure enough, there is a man and a woman in the room, the man is the director of the crew, and the woman is the female No.1 Yanhong.
Yan Hong was sitting on the chair in the dressing room, facing the mirror, smoking a long slender lady's cigarette with grace.
The smell of cigarettes kept wafting from the open window.
The director looked at the bright red in the mirror with obsessive eyes.
Thirty years old is just the right age for a woman to be familiar with. Although she is already a mother, her beauty is not diminished back then, and her motherhood adds to her feminine charm.
"This is the difference between a mature woman and a cucumber egg. Every time I see Yanhong beauty sitting there, every gesture, all exudes a strong femininity, I am so excited. A beauty is a beauty, no matter what At what age, the same brilliance is not available in Cucumber Eggs."
Yan Hong spouted a big puff of smoke and laughed loudly, "Don't put honey on his mother's mouth. The old lady is 30 years old, and the men I have seen can queue up to Tiananmen Square, and you can be said to Confused by flattery?"
The director got tired and bent over and hugged Yan Hong's shoulders, "Dear Hong Hong, let's take advantage of the fact that there is no one at the moment, let's have a good time."
Yan Hong said, and pushed the director away, "You have a brain disease, this is a dressing room, where people come and go, if anyone comes back and sees it, won't they invite people to gossip? I don't want to be talked about. Those Yuji's mouths are poisonous."
The director said, "What are you afraid of? Are we doing this kind of thing less in the dressing room? Lock the door from the inside for a while so that no one of them can get in. No one knows what we are doing."
Yanhong looked at the director and felt a little bit angry, but she still sank her face, "By the way, your prudent Zeng Yuqing is lost, why don't you go with them to find someone?"
The director laughed and said, "Ah, after a long time, you are still eating Zeng Yuqing’s jealousy. A woman like Zeng Yuqing is obviously a bus, and anyone can get on. I and her just have fun. Let’s just play. I am serious with you."
Yanhong took a mouthful of her cigarette and sneered, "You said the same to her."
"How can you be, you are the wrist, what kind of is she, you must be the protagonist when you are in the play, she is now a man who is striving for a female number three and has to work hard to get what she wants. Yanhong, look at it. You, as a popular actress, take the rewards of first-line actresses, but you always care about with a little girl who plays soy sauce, and you are not afraid of losing your identity."
Despite the sincerity of the director, Yan Hong smiled faintly, "You men all say one thing and do another. It seems that you really don't care about her disappearance at all."
"Then what should I care about? A role like her can be played by anyone. Without her, just find someone to replace it and it will end. If you are the one missing, it will be a big trouble. It can only stop."
Yanhong only unzipped her frowning brows after hearing this, and laughed, "Shutdown? Am I really that important?"
"Then you need to say, if I dare to lose you, your tens of millions of fans will not chop me up and stew."
Seeing that Yanhong's mood improved, the director immediately posted it again, put his arms around Yanhong, and kissed her lips. Yanhong did not refuse, and had fun with him.
At this time, the director became more anxious and stretched out his hand to pull on the bright red clothes.
Yan Hong grabbed his hand, "What are you in a hurry? It's so frustrating. Lock the door first."
The director knew immediately, silly with joy, got up and locked the door of the dressing room.
Yanhong stood up and threw the lady who had smoked most of her cigarette out the window.
The cigarette fell into the bushes almost wiped Zhuang Mengdie's left cheek, and she almost yelled out of fright.
Yanhong stretched her head to look, no one was around, and then closed the window.
After a while, the two people laughed in the room.
Yanhong said, "You don't want to be so anxious every time."
The director said, "Hong Hong, don't you just like a macho like me?"
"Go! You are too bad."
"Men are not bad, women don't love."