Meng Qingqing thought, foam is the company's vice president, broker director, no matter what, also have to be equipped with a few million luxury car, but also have an exclusive driver or something.

However, out of the set, foam is and Xu Liancheng on her nanny car, the word on the dislike of Mr. Assistant is like a grandfather, a car on the corner of the nest, began to sleep.

This ...

I can't tell you what's wrongwith the feeling of incompatibility!

Fixed his mind, Meng Qingqing did not rush to read the script, but unlocked the car door, put down the soundproof curtains, and lowered his voice to persuade Foamy, "Director Ouyang, although I don't know about business, but as far as I understand it, it seems that Xu has never had any intention to enter the film and television industry, so you should not go to the dinner tonight."

[If I don't go then what about you? You're the third female and you've also had quite a few scenes with Lin Bing Bing, can you guarantee that she won't bully you?"] Foamy asked.

Her words caused Meng Qingqing's brows to knit together deeply.

Bullied by 'seniors'?

Can she say that she actually got used to it a long time ago.

"If it's a fight for acting, I don't think she has the skills to roll my scene."

[Oh? Foamy raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at her with interest.

Although the same sister, but being stared at by such a great beauty, Meng Qingqing was also a little embarrassed, slightly owed her body, before whispering, "You are afraid that you don't know that Lin Bing Bing also has a nickname, called Plane Goddess."

"Graphic Goddess?

"Right, is that she does not move is when the flat look especially good, a move that is all kinds of rolled white eyes stare, like expression packet ensemble, so ... Spell acting, she really can't."

Pfft--

Foamy couldn't help but laugh.

Meng Qingqing followed suit and raised the corners of her lips.

But it was only for a moment that she couldn't help but be worried again.

"I'm nothing, but Superintendent you now itself voice is not good, inconvenient to open, that Zichen, I heard that it is Xu Liancheng and his a few buddies of the territory, disguised is also Jia Jinke's home turf, you ..."

Meng Qingqing pinched the corner of her skirt hard and bit her lower lip fiercely, as if she had suddenly made up her mind.

"Big deal, I'm not doing this movie! Let's not go!"

"I can't change the so-called rules, but ... I can choose to reject them!"

At this moment, the young girl's eyes were ablaze with radiant flames, and the leaping embers made one feel an infinite heat.

Foamy was silent for a few moments before she reached out and rubbed her head.

The word 'good' was returned.

***

Considering Meng Qingqing's identity, Foamy asked the driver to drive the car directly to a private kitchen.

Tan's Private Kitchen has a history of several hundred years of heritage, and the previous generations were all palace chefs.

So, if you want to eat their food, you are afraid that you won't be able to enter the door without making a reservation two months in advance.

But, there are always exceptions.

Like Foamy, for example, a certain Daemon.

Do you want to take a picture first?

[I remember your training program and setting the course, and you weren't asked to set up some kind of long, non-fat persona. Liking food isn't on anything wrong.]

Seeing that Meng Qingqing was staring at the many delicacies but had not dared to move her chopsticks, and also looked at her own cell phone from time to time, Foamy took the initiative to propose.

"May I?"

"So can I send it to my friends?"

Meng Qingqing said expectantly, inner gasping uneasiness, after all, the company is a strict system, they signed three years of new artists, the first three years of microblogging and circle of friends to send what content, are sent by the company specifically to take care of, what to send, a few hair, are not she can decide.

[Sure, I think you can savor the food here, maybe you'll be working here next month?

"Huh?"

Bam--

The drink cup in Meng Qingqing's hand fell to the ground in shock.

The rich, fruity wine dispersed unchecked, and that rich aroma made the other tables look over at the moment.

Even a few of the older diners looked at Meng Qingqing with a bit of blame in their eyes when they caught a whiff of the flavor.

This little girl, hairy hands and feet Oh, actually pouring the limited edition fruit wine that they want to drink can not be spilled.

"Old Tan Tou, didn't you say your family was out of Plum Blossom Agar! Why is it on their table? It's a pity, ah, it's actually spilled! Ah! It's awful, mushrooms!" An old man dressed like a Taoist priest with crane hair directly rushed to the kitchen with his own empty cup, standing at the kitchen door and yelling inside.

With that, an object was thrown out of it, and it went straight to the chest of that old Taoist, who was first stunned, and then immediately put it in his arms, and was just happy to see it, and was dumbfounded.

"What are you giving me a little mirror for?"

"I want wine!"

The old man sniffled unhappily.

"The wine isn't there, the mirror is mine, and Grandpa means for you to take a good look in the mirror and realize why Auntie Foamy has it and you don't."

Behind the curtain of the door, a cute little child probed his hand and took back the mirror in the old Taoist's hand with a swift movement, then unlocked the kitchen door again with a bang.

"You old tam-head, you ..."

"I'd like to see how beautiful this person is ..."

"But that's about it ..."

"Well, it's quite beautiful, beauty, give the old man some wine for me, will you? I can give you a fortune teller for anything!"

Seeing Meng Qingqing's positive words opposite Foam, the child-faced old Taoist immediately changed his tone and walked towards Foam and them happily, however, just as he took a step, Xu Liancheng had already lifted his hand and flung out a jug of wine directly.

He struck suddenly, but the old Taoist's reaction was even faster, not only did he hold the bottle securely in his hand, but he also took a brisk step to come in front of them, crossing over to directly grab Foamy's hand.

"You!"

"She's poisoned."

The old Taoist's words caused the murderous aura that had just risen in Xu Liancheng's body to instantly hide.

He looked warily at the old Taoist, his sunglasses not even able to block the cold aura emanating from those eyes.

"Let's two gents go over there and have a drink?"

"I won't eat your wine for nothing, Old Tao, I've brought dishes too."

He let go of Foamy's wrist and gave Foamy one of his homemade scented pouches before taking the initiative towards Xu Liancheng.

Xu Liancheng glanced at the bare stone table over there with only a pitiful plate of peanut rice on it, huffed, but still followed him.

Not interfering, not asking too many questions.

Foamy gave Xu Liancheng a stabilizing look before she stopped paying attention to him, picking up a wet paper towel to help Meng Qingqing wipe her fruit wine-stained shirt.

The bit of warmth coming from her arm made Meng Qingqing find her senses from the shock.

If she had just seen it correctly, that old Taoist priest was ... teleported here?

"It's countless.

Foamy smiled and nudged the tip of her nose.

[You were just scared didn't think I was going to make you come here and scrub dishes, did you?]

"Ah, I ..."

Meng Qingqing did not expect her thoughts to be completely seen through by Foamy, a small face reddened, very embarrassed, vaguely, but also some small guilt, she should not be so skeptical of their family fairy director.

[You are indeed asked to do the dishes.]

"Ah!"

[You didn't read the script I gave you carefully just now, did you?]

Foamy feigned an angry scowl.

"I ..." Meng Qingqing's head was even lower, like a small quail, itching to burrow into the ground, she hadn't really looked carefully at the script's that Mo Mo had given her, all she could think about was what she should do in the future if she was targeted by Xu, should she consider switching careers. Or first go to school for a few years to avoid the wind.

I brought you here today, one, is that the food here is very good, and the soup is medicinal, those wines are also brewed from ancient recipes, with the miraculous effect of beautifying and nourishing the skin, especially good for the body. Secondly, I bought the movie and TV rights of 'You Smell Delicious', and it's going to start next month, as an exclusive investor, we can use all of the company's own artists, and I think that your appearance and character are quite in line with the requirements of the main female character, so I'm here today to deliver the script to you, and if you take it, my assistant will butt heads with you on the contract later on."

"You Smell Delicious"? Is that the one I know!" Meng Qingqing said excitedly, her two hands subconsciously grabbing Foamy's wrists, looking at how Xu Liancheng in the distance looked at her and felt that she was in the way.

It doesn't seem good for this daughter-in-law to be too charming.

Now not only do you have to guard against love rivals digging in, but you have to watch out for the girls?

"Ah, sorry, I got carried away."

Xu Liancheng's afterglow are permeated with killing power, felt Meng Qingqing two busy in his gaze loosened the foam hand, and took the initiative to apologize.

[If you're talking about the novel that's third in superlatives on WB, then I can tell you very responsibly that yes, that's the one, and the author of that book is a close friend of mine, and, at the same time, the heir to the Tan Family Cuisine here."

"What!" Meng Qingqing was so shocked now that she stood up.

"Well, but he's not in the country right now, he's out of the country shopping for ingredients, and that little guy in the kitchen just now, that's his son, and his wife passed away because of an illness, so ... that's why he wrote that book."

Xiao Jiang Da Da is surprisingly male!

Book or for his wife?

As a book fan, Meng Qingqing was a bit incomprehensible for a while.

"Since it's in honor of a deceased wife, shouldn't it be a tragedy? No, I mean, when I read this book, I only experienced the sweetness of affection and love, eating acetic acid, and the bitterness of losing a loved one, but the ending, however, is not a tragedy ah." Meng Qingqing tried to recall what she had read and asked the doubts in her own psyche.

Foamy pulled her to a seat and refilled her glass of plum wine.

After a long time of silence, Fang said, [Death is only a state, but the memory is retained forever, since it is something that has been irreversible, excessive sadness will only make the living worried and the dead in pain, so it is better to let go of it, as long as you feel that person is still there, then she is, and wouldn't it be more powerful to fight with the ideals of the two?

"Yes, so mom is just with us in heaven in a different way."

"Auntie Foamy, is this young lady the heroine of the drama you chose for my father?"

A pink. Tender . Tender doll ran out at some point, looking at Meng Qingqing with an inquisitive face.

Foamy fished two sugar pills out of his pocket and stuffed them in his mouth, nodding lightly.

Yeah, that's her. Do you like her?

The little guy nodded vigorously, topping his tender little face with an expression that was indeed serious and earnest.

[Daddy said, what Auntie Foamy likes, he likes, so I like it too!

Foamy, "..."