Dress up and fight!

After the first sentence was uttered, the following words became quite smooth.

Afterwards, the director regained his previous state.

Like a tyrannosaurus, he roared at Jin Qing, as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and anger in his heart.

Half an hour later, Jin Qing raised his chin to the director: "Continue!"

The director took the water glass from the assistant director and shook his head vigorously at Jin Qing: No, I can't speak from my throat.

Jin Qing sent the mobile phone to the director, and asked the director to check the balance in his mobile phone: "Look, it's [-] million now, don't you want to round it up for me?"

Just give her [-] yuan if you scold her, but this person is really useless.

After cursing intermittently for half an hour, I only uttered 309 sentences in total.

It caused her to pick up the transfers one by one, not to mention the exhaustion, this number seems to be killing the obsessive-compulsive disorder!
707's voice was a little nervous: ".Host, when did you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

No matter in terms of IQ or daily habits, it really doesn't look like someone who will suffer from obsessive-compulsive disorder.

What Jin Qing said now made him inexplicably nervous.

Hearing what 707 said, Jin Qing reached out and scratched the back of his head: "From now on."

No, she felt uncomfortable seeing the [-] pieces in pieces, and someone had to make it up for her today.

Seeing that Jin Qing's eyes fell on him, the two assistant directors pointed at Lin An'an: Don't look at them, they are innocent, everything is caused by this woman.

Seeing the actions of the assistant directors as if identifying the scene of the murder, Lin Anan had a sore nose and waved at Jin Qing repeatedly: "I don't have that much money."

She was wrong, she shouldn't provoke Gu Ting, who will help her!
Jin Qing hooked Lin Anan back into his arms with a friendly face: "It's okay, you don't need to pay, I have better arrangements for you."

Hearing this, Lin Anan instantly collapsed.

The previous image of the little fairy completely collapsed, and tears and snot were all glued together.

But in order to prevent Jin Qing from threatening her with photos, Lin Anan immediately called home with her mobile phone to ask for money.

Although her mother didn't know what was going on here, but when Lin Anan said that she needed money, she returned all the salary that Lin Anan had handed over to her family.

Lin An'an is a newcomer, and the deposit given by the crew is only one million.

But Lin An'an came here for gold plating, so he didn't care so much.

When joining the group, Lin Anan put all the deposit in her mother's hands, which just happened to come in handy at this time.

Putting the money into Jin Qing's card, Lin Anan's voice was choked with sobs: "You can delete the photo now!"

Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at Lin An'an sideways: "Why do you want to delete it? Didn't you just say that you can use this method to become famous!"

Lin An'an looked at Jin Qing in disbelief, she wanted to know what Gu Ting meant, was it really necessary to force her to death?

Seeing that Jin Qing still didn't leave after collecting the money, the director's voice was hysterical: "Gu Ting, how can you let me go."

Jin Qing didn't say much, but directly put the phone in front of the director: "Look, [-] million is still a fraction."

Director: "." What do you do with me for a fraction.

Seeing the director pretending to be stupid, Jin Qing's eyes became more gloomy: "Don't you want to make it up for me?"

Seeing Jin Qing's appearance ready to act at all times, the director's raging anger was instantly extinguished. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "I'll make it up for you!"

Spending money to eliminate disasters, as long as he leaves the island, he will definitely let Gu Ting sit in prison.

He didn't believe that no one could cure this crazy woman.

The two assistant directors quietly held their breath: "It's okay, it's okay, they usually like to be kind to others, but they have never had a bad relationship with Gu Ting."

Jin Qing happily withdrew the money, and her expression changed after a while.

Seeing Jin Qing's expression, the director felt his scalp go numb: "What, what's wrong!"

I don't know if he was beaten too much, but his face was shaking constantly.

Jin Qing tilted his head and looked at the director: "The handling fee is three thousand."

The director was really good this time, and directly put [-] on Jin Qing's card: "Take it!"

Take the money and go.

Who would have thought that Jin Qing's eyes became more and more resentful.

Seeing that Jin Qing was about to speak again, the director just wanted to cover his ears with his hands: his intuition told him that this woman might not be able to say anything good.

As if to verify the director's idea, Jin Qing handed the phone to the director: "Let's make it all up!"

Looking at the figure of 501 million, the director's chest surged.

Who has ever seen a person holding [-] yuan and forcing others to round it up with [-] yuan? This woman is probably trying to force him to death.

Thinking of Jin Qing's endless tricks, the director swallowed back the blood rushing to his throat, and said to Jin Qing word by word, "I'll make it up."

Another [-] was credited, and Jin Qing's expressions once again exchanged sadness and joy.

The director struggled to look at Jin Qing: "Can I go?"

Getting rid of Jin Qing has become his only thought at this moment.

Jin Qing heaved a long sigh: "There is a handling fee!"

It is said that she has obsessive-compulsive disorder, believe me now!
The director finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of old blood, and then completely lost consciousness.

Seeing the director fainted, Jin Qing turned to look at Lin Anan who was sitting on the ground blankly: "There is a handling fee."

Anyone can pay the money, but it can't be her anyway.

Lin Anan met Jin Qing's eyes, suddenly screamed, and then stumbled towards the door.

She doesn't make videos anymore, she doesn't want to be famous anymore, she just wants to go home now!
But within two steps, Jin Qing pulled her back from behind.

Being hooked by Jin Qing's neck again, and smelling that cold fragrance again.

Jin Qing's hoarse voice came from Lin An'an's ear again: "Don't go, the matter between me and you is not over yet!"

Jin Qing strolled back to her cabin under the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

At the same time, don't forget to talk to 707: "You said that I just talked to them a few words, and these two guys won't be scared like this."

707: "." Host, you have done enough.

At least it left an unforgettable psychological shadow on Lin Anan.

Jin Qing scratched the back of his head: "Actually, I really don't mean anything malicious, it's because these people think too much."

707 hummed perfunctorily: Stealing books is not considered stealing, and beating someone is naturally not considered malicious.

No, it's not even counted as hands-on, at most it's an education of love.

As much as those two people hurt, her host loved her as much.

When Jin Qing walked near the wooden house, she found that Yu Fengyu was already standing under the wooden house with his back to her, holding a sword on his slightly shiny bald head.

The golden morning sun sprinkled on Feng Yu's back, adding a touch of holiness to this person out of thin air.

Jin Qing stretched out her hand and rubbed her chin: This head is so bright!

707: "." Are you a devil!

Seemingly aware of Jin Qing's return, Yu Fengyu turned to look at Jin Qing.

Yu Fengyu's foundation was already good, otherwise he wouldn't have been sucked into the showbiz with just his face.

The bald head is the most test of a person's appearance, but I don't know if it is because of his recovery, his eyebrows and eyes seem to be better than before.

Seeing Jin Qing staring at him, Yu Fengyu subconsciously stretched out his hand to Jin Qing: "Today's sunrise is so beautiful!"

It has nothing to do with love, he just wants someone to share with him.