Chapter 308: National Film Emperor's wife's daily life 30 (reward plus more)

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It’s normal to hear that the South Secretary’s words are so casual.
The breathing of the Luoyan smoke was a little bit, and my heart rose a touch.
Regardless of whether this South Secretary has no memory of past lives, I am afraid that I am also miserable. !
Just destined to leave, how should he respond to his affection? !
Luo Liyan flashed his head down and looked at the information on his hand.
Suddenly a beautiful face was printed in her eyes.
The hand of Luoyanyan squeezed it hard, and the long eyelashes shimmered like two small brushes.
"How, have you seen it?" The South Secretary saw that there was no action on the glass, but he kept looking at the screen of the mobile phone and reached out to pick up the phone.
"Li Qiang?" He whispered his lips, silently remembered the name, and his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. "The name has no recognition."
To be honest, he really can't remember when the artist signed up in the company.
The name is ordinary, the long image is also general, there is no point to make people remember the characteristics, not quite like the style of their own signing artist.
Artists like this want fire, unless they are lucky enough to go against the sky, or they are willing to be underestimated in exchange for a chance.
Otherwise, it seems that this kind of girl who looks unrecognizable and is full of melancholy temperament really does not meet the preferences of the current audience.
but……
The South Sergeant looked up and looked at the sneak peek at his own glass of smoke, and the corner of his mouth raised a pendulum.
"What, do you like her?"
"Do you not like it?" Luo Liyan squinted his eyes and looked at the South Secretary in a curious look. "Don't all of your men have a crush on this kind of weak woman?"
What's more, the domineering man like Nan Sijue should like this kind of girl more.
The Luoyan smoke was thinking, and suddenly a shadow shrouded himself.
She was scared to step back and curled up on the sofa. "You...what do you want to do?"
Luo Liyan swallowed his throat and looked at the top of his head, the shadow of the South Secretary.
I just said it casually, even if it is wrong, his reaction is not so big, right?
"Who do you like, shouldn't you be very clear?" The low voice of Nan Sijue rang like a spring stone, crisp and sweet.
The face of Luo Liyan had a faint blush, and he felt that he was simply a confession madman, grasping every opportunity to express his love to himself.
Isn't he working hard at the time of his work?
"Southern brother, rice..."
Su Junjie’s voice rang coldly and interrupted the pink bubble between the two.
Luo Liyan shyly closed his eyes and covered his face with both hands.
Nan Siju couldn't help but laughed. After straightening up, the whole person was like a demon crawling out of hell. He was screaming at Su Junjie.
"That... South... South brother... The meal is good, you can eat." Su Junjie scared his legs and squatted, almost fell to the ground.
Looking at the scene just now, I also know that I have destroyed the good things between Nan Ge and Xiao Luo. The urinary nature of Nan Ge, there is a ghost without taking care of himself.
"I... I suddenly remembered, I still have something to do, then you eat slowly, I am leaving!" Su Junjie hurriedly dropped such a sentence, like a fire burnt ass, fled out.