Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

He bent down and took the white suit-style woolen coat from the seat next to him, put the tea in his hand on the table, helped Jiuli put it on, then took the milk tea in his hand and led her out.

"I didn't learn it. I looked it up on the Internet." He didn't attract women outside. "I kept my distance from them."

"Is this the right way to start a relationship?" They looked at each other in bewilderment. "Ningning is really good at it. The one in my family knows how to eat!"

"It's not a question of whether or not, it's whether or not he's willing to accommodate you. Ning Ning is a straight man who doesn't understand romance.

You saw him keeping a distance from all the actresses during the opening ceremony, not looking at them sideways, and only being with Xiao Xiao. "

"How can there be so many straight men? Isn't it because you don't like them?"

She was so pleased, as if she saw her own child suddenly learning to eat cabbage, that she decided to keep it to herself and watch quietly.

"Please take your belongings with you, take care, and welcome back next time," they shouted in unison to the two people who came out.

Qin Ning stretched out his hand to cover Jiuli's ears, then went out and let her go.

"This floor is all for food," he introduced, pointing.

"There are two kinds of puffs, salty and sweet, and there are also mango sago with various fruits. Order them all and eat them later when we go back."

From a distance, I saw the two of them very close to each other, covered in pink bubbles, without any idol baggage, holding various snacks in their hands, and their eyes were gentle and full of love.

After a while, An Li and her bodyguard brothers who were sitting there quickly left Yipinju and headed towards their employer.

"Qingqing, which hotel are you staying in?" I asked after getting in the car.

"No. 1 Shuize Mulan. I have a lot of properties." He pondered.

"It's also because the hotel is not very safe," he said with a sour face, remembering something. "A few days ago, a sasaeng fan ran to the door of the female lead's room to take pictures of her. The management was strengthened in the following days."

"Is there such a thing? The Shuize Mulan Villa District is very safe and nothing like this will happen. You can stay there when you come to film in the future."

It’s not that the owner can’t get in, so security is guaranteed.

"Qingqing is the best," he tested her step by step. He knew very well how high her tolerance was and basically would not be rejected.

"Hmm," he pinched a piece of the puff and ate it in one bite. The salty and fragrant outer shell was fine at first, but then it became unpalatable and unpalatable.

"I learned how to make simple desserts. I'll make them for you tomorrow." He snatched the bag of puffs and stuffed it behind him. "Eat chestnuts."

The journey took less than half an hour. The lights were on all around. We parked in the parking lot on the left and went back to our rooms.

"There will be a part-time worker coming to clean up tomorrow. Just let her take care of the food you don't like," he said as he put the food in his hand into the kitchen.

"Porridge tomorrow morning?" He took a look at the ingredients.

"Just make something," don't blow up her kitchen.

The solid wood staircase is very textured, with framed scrolls of essays hanging on the corners and walls, and the entire floor is solid wood.

"I'll deal with two emails. If you have any books you want to read, please pick them up yourself." He stopped and said to Qin Ningyan.

"Okay, I'm not familiar with the script so I'll ask the screenwriter." He ruffled her long hair, looking gentle, "Come back soon, ok?"

"Well," it's not her fault that she has a lot of sexual desire, right?

Entering the bedroom, there are two clumps of green plants on the balcony next to the window, three-layer golden curtains are half-drawn, there is a huge and gorgeous hanging lamp above, and on one side is a terrace with two chairs.

There is a white cashmere carpet beside the bed and a light-colored silk four-piece suit. I sit on the terrace and discuss the script with the screenwriter.

"Boss, the one with the surname Bai has connections with the top management of Xingchen. He's quite smooth and rarely strikes. He only targets people without any background, so he has never been kicked out." An Li replied.

"Talk to Mr. Xing and kick him out. Check if he has done anything wrong and send him in jail," the mouse did not stop.

"Okay, we've already talked to the famous Suzhou embroidery masters. Two of them are too old to go out, but the rest are fine." Most of the mission objectives have been completed, and it will not affect the boss's love life.

"I don't need to go out to ask if I'm going to the next city. I'll go there to inspect the day after tomorrow morning. Do you know if I need to be notified?" How can I tell what he is like on weekdays after being notified? He's going for light luxury, right?

"Understood. I'll arrange it." She was so miserable. She was just a bodyguard, not an all-round assistant. She went downstairs with tears in her eyes.

Xiao Li was busy making a form. He sent it over after checking it, then went out to cook himself a bowl of egg noodles and continued to work.

"This is the character. His inner thoughts, eyes and actions need to fit in with the play. I'm just saying this and you'll know if you think about it," the screenwriter talks about his life in detail, and the picture scroll unfolds slowly.

"Okay," he nodded and looked at his notes.

"You are a very smart child, very outstanding." He said with a smile, and then hung up the phone. The boss likes you, right?

I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes and thought slowly. So that's how it is. After I figured it out, I went to the bathroom and raised my eyebrows when I saw the extra men's pajamas in the cloakroom. Could it be that I was a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth?

The shower gel and shampoo both had a cool fragrance. Not long after I finished taking a shower, Jiuli came out of the study. It was exactly ten o'clock.

"The water is ready for you, and scented," she said with a smile.

"It smells good," he took a lazy look as he passed by.

"Would you like to smell it?" He stretched out his arms and hugged her, moving closer.

"The beard has grown longer," he tapped his chest with his fingertips.

"It's okay?" He looked in the mirror hesitantly. It was a bit long. "Okay, you won't have a beard when you come out."

I pushed Jiuli into the bathroom and stood there shaving seriously. He is so handsome, and he looks better with a beard.

When I came out of the bathroom with ointment and facial mask on, I saw Qin Ningyan leaning against the mirror washing his face with foam all over his face.

"Qingqing, don't scare me like this. What did you put on? It's so black," he muttered, turning his head and almost getting scared.

"The film can be washed off in two minutes. Haven't you finished shaving yet?" He touched his chin with his fingertips, which was smooth.

"It's over. Isn't it very smooth? Does it prick people?"

"It doesn't sting," he lowered his head to wash his face and applied the bottles and jars.

"Qingqing, is this edible?" He looked at it and asked, "Isn't this what I eat when I kiss you?"

"I can wash it," he couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Can it be absorbed? What's the difference between washing and not applying it?"

"Take care of your skin. Just look at my age and you'll know."

"I want one too. I can't be so handsome even when I'm gray-haired." He also wants to be a good-looking old man.

We fell on the bed after playing around. It was still very late at night and we didn’t have to go to work the next day. We played around for a long time and then fell asleep exhausted.

I got up early, cooked some simple vegetable porridge, steamed some instant oatmeal buns, and fried some simple Chinese cabbage before going upstairs.

"Qingqing, it's time for breakfast. Eat before going to sleep." He pinched his nose with his fingertips, "I've brought some vegetable porridge and oatmeal."

I raised my hand and waved, I didn't want to get up today and just wanted to sleep in.

"I can do it myself. You don't need to feed me." He sat down and took the porridge.

"Try it and see how it tastes." It was definitely cooked and he had tasted it and it was okay. "I wonder if it suits your taste."

"It's delicious." She took two bites and it was a little old, but it didn't matter. She didn't want to cook anyway and didn't know how to cook.

"If it tastes good, eat more. I had rice for lunch. Auntie gave me some fresh green vegetables and beef. It just so happened that I just learned how to stew beef. Everyone said it tasted good," he said excitedly.

"It's okay to do it once in a while, but you're not my cook. Why are you doing this with the hands that play the piano?" She declined.