Chapter 194: Pour wine


But even if it looks weird, what about plastic surgery monsters? In the face of money, aren't many people complimenting and licking?
Zhao Hong and Ling Sheng are next to each other. To the left of Ling Sheng is an investor surnamed Ma. He is in his forties, bald, with a beer belly that can hold his suit open. When he laughs, he is particularly wretched and greasy. The second largest investor.
Ever since I saw Ling Sheng, my sticky eyes have never left her. I pour wine for her, pick up vegetables for her, and talk to her about topics.
"I heard that Miss Ling knows Xiao Lu?" Zhao Hong asked while looking at Ling Sheng.
"Yeah." Ling Sheng admitted openly, not knowing what Zhao Hong's origins were, and after checking her how old she was, she didn't dare to say anything indiscriminately, lest she would lose her words.
"Xiao Lu told me that you two grew up together, and you can be regarded as childhood sweethearts. How did you want to enter the entertainment industry?" Zhao Hong asked seemingly inadvertently, but directly clarified their relationship.
The people in the director group watched their noses and noses, but they didn't expect that the two of them turned out to be childhood sweethearts, not the alumni relationship that Ling Sheng said, and they were unfamiliar.
However, the childhood sweethearts are now a stranger, and there must be something big that cannot be done for outsiders, so just pretend not to know!
"I like acting." Ling Sheng said mmp in his heart, wondering what the woman meant when she said this.
Xia Xia had been paying close attention to Ling Sheng and Lu Xianzhi, and found that every time the old woman talked to Sheng Sheng, he was nervous, as if he was afraid that the old woman would hurt Sheng Sheng.
"Some time ago, you and Huo Ci, were they really fake?" Zhao Hong offered her a glass of wine, touched her glass, and looked at her with a smile.
"Fake, Senior Huo is my boss." Ling Sheng glanced at the wine and white wine in the glass, and the person surnamed Ma next to him poured her a large glass full and took a sip.
"Cheers." Zhao Hong drank a glass of liquor in his hand, the empty glass was upside down, looking at her.
Lu Xianzhi's eyes were cold and deep, and her hand holding the chopsticks tightened involuntarily. What exactly did she want to do! She promised that he would not move Shengsheng!
Ling Sheng couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to give it up, suffocating a glass of white wine in one breath, only praying in his heart that the third master would come and pick her home.
She was drunk when she drank, and she would talk nonsense if she drank less, but after drinking too much, she became drunk and unconscious.
This is also the test she asked for sister Mei after she got drunk for the first time. As an artist, it is impossible to mix in this circle without drinking, and in some occasions she can't push it off.
The situation in front of him was that if Zhao Hong didn't watch her finish drinking, he wouldn't let it go. He would just drink her wine.
"Miss Ling has a good drink." Zhao Hong poured her another glass and handed it to her: "I toast you another glass. I wish our movie box office a big hit, and wish us a happy cooperation."
"I wish the movie will be a big hit." Ling Sheng bit his scalp, drinking one cup and two cups as well. You are not afraid to get drunk, and San Ye will come to pick her up.
Zhao Hong Jing Lingsheng cup after cup, Xia Xia looked eagerly, seeing a catty of wine, she had to stand up and take the wine.
Yi Jinrong stopped and winked at her. The situation in front of her was that she wanted to drink her wine. Stopping it would only anger Zhao Hong and make her drink more and more.
Zhao Hong's eyes were dark, and it was almost full. The girl's red face, tender and tickling like a watery lily, smiled and said: "Then Yidao, Mr. Ma, you drink, I’m a little bit overwhelmed, so I won’t accompany you anymore. You eat and drink, don’t be polite, it’s all in my account."
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