Chapter 455: The Millennium Beauty in the Coffin (17)

Fu Yue still had an impression of the young boy's face.
Qin Nian, the unlucky ghost who killed her in her last life.
Hearing Qin Nian's address to the person next to her, she narrowed her beautiful peachy eyes, and then snorted.
Qin Zhi, Qin Nian...
It turned out to be the two brothers, so no wonder this person could see her identity at a glance. As the son of the Yin-Yang family, if he didn't even have this vision, he could just go to death.
But Fu Yue still couldn't figure it out.
This man is obviously from a family of Yin and Yang, why should he be a policeman? Do you think your three views are not broken enough?
Seeing Qin Zhi’s face clearly and realizing that he did not admit his mistake, Qin Nian immediately sat happily next to his brother, which was diagonally across from Fu Yue. He just opened his mouth to say something, but his sight was on Fu Yue. .
A word stuck in the throat was not spoken.
Qin Nian smiled wryly: "Previously, good senior."
Qin Zhi glanced at them, raised his delicate eyebrows, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and turned his watch casually with his slender white fingers, and glanced at the time.
He asked casually: "You know?"
Fu Yue and the others sat at a table in a corner by the window. Although there were not many people around, they still inevitably worried that the words would be heard by others.
Raising his hand to squeeze a trick at will, and isolate everyone in the shop.
After ensuring that the conversation would not be heard by others, Fu Yue began to speak without hesitation, raised her eyes and glanced at Qin Nian lazily, she scalded a piece of fat cow again, and returned Qin Zhi's words.
"No, this kid has been to my tomb. Thanks to this kid, I can wake up early, but I don't know if he intends to dig the tomb?"
Qin Nian flushed, and said numbly: "Brother, I just passed there, not to robber the tomb. How could I violate the family precepts to do such a thing..."
Qin Zhi said, he didn't seem to want to continue this topic.
Picking up the phone, his slender and white fingers lifted slightly, the young man handed the phone in the direction of Fu Yue, his thin lips closed.
"Add a WeChat, I will recommend someone to you."
Fu Yue: "? Who?"
Qin Zhi: "?????"
Brother, are you crazy?
You actually want to add a WeChat of a Millennium Female Zombie?
This world is crazy.
Director Qin said, "Don't you want to go filming? I know two well-known directors. I can consider introducing you to their crew."
Fu Yue was embarrassed.
She didn't hesitate to add Qin Zhi's WeChat and smiled artificially: "Oh, that's so embarrassing, I really trouble you."
Qin Nian continued the question mark: "???"
He almost jumped up, pointed his finger at Fu Yue, and lost his voice: "You are a zombie going to film, what are you kidding? Are you going to star in a zombie movie?"
Fu Yue patted the chopsticks on the table.
"Why is there racial discrimination?"
Qin Nian sneered, "I didn't mean that, I just feel a little unbelievable."
Fu Yue rolled her eyes, "It's rare and weird."
She lowered her head to add Qin Zhi's WeChat, looked at the two people he pushed over, and asked: "Hey, which director is more realistic? Not so rigid."
Qin Zhi frowned, "Don't think about it, they don't look good. They are middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s who are blessed, and they all have families. It is impossible to be your sponsor.
Fu Yue: "???"
"Are you sick?"