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Chapter 37 You Care About Me So Much?
After hesitating, she looked at the assistant director and said, "Thank you assistant director, I may not have time to film for a while and I have to go back to school."

The assistant director nodded: "Study is the most important thing."

During this period of time, Shu Lan took up plays for Fang Lingzhou everywhere, but she didn't get any of them, so she had nothing to do next.

Now there is an opportunity in front of her, but she can't take it.

Fang Lingzhou felt very regretful. He missed this time, and he didn't know if he would have such an opportunity.

Around 11:30, the Shaqing Banquet ended.

Fang Lingzhou put the mobile phone into the bag slowly, and everyone had already left one after another. Seeing that Yin You had reached the door of the box, she quickly stepped forward and grabbed his clothes.

Yin You turned around and raised his eyebrows.

Fang Lingzhou glanced at the person walking in front, and asked him in a low voice, "Aren't you drunk?"

Yin You laughed: "A little bit."

She bit her lip: "Go back to the hotel and have a good rest, don't run around."

Yin You's eyes were surprised, then the tails of his eyes were raised, and his smile sparkled and seductive: "You care about me so much?"

Fang Lingzhou was at a loss for words, and didn't know what to say for a while, but he felt a little inexplicable palpitation when he looked at him so directly.

She lowered her eyelashes, avoiding his sight, and said "Listen to me, that's right", then squeezed past him and quickly left the box.

Yin You raised his eyebrows, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the box slowly.

On the way back to the hotel, Fang Lingzhou talked to Shu Lan about the assistant director recommending her. Shu Lan said, "This is an opportunity. When you get back to the hotel, you can find the assistant director again. As for Xia Zhenyuan, since you have offended her , and don't care this time."

She nodded: "OK."

Back at the hotel, she was afraid that the assistant director would have a rest, so she didn't dare to delay, so she went to the bathroom and went to find him.

Standing outside the assistant director's room, she pondered for a while, then raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

The assistant director yelled and opened the door.

Fang Lingzhou was stunned for a moment, because the assistant director had just taken a shower, wrapped in a towel, and his upper body was shirtless.

She felt that she had come at the wrong time.

The assistant director didn't expect Fang Lingzhou to come to him so late, so he was slightly taken aback, and then asked suspiciously, "Xiao Fang, what can I do for you?"

She faltered and said: "Assistant director, I want to talk to you about the role you recommended to me just now."

As soon as the assistant director heard it, she knew that she regretted it and wanted to fight for the role.

"come in."

Fang Lingzhou stood still.

The assistant director realized that it was inappropriate for him to let a girl into his room because he was shirtless, so he said, "Wait a minute."

He closed the door and went to get dressed.

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Yin You's room is right next to the assistant director's. When he got out of the elevator, he answered a phone call, which has continued until now.

After finishing the call, he saw the no-battery notification on the phone, so he found the charger and charged the phone.

As soon as he charged it, he heard a knock on the door next door, and he didn't care. He was about to take a shower when he heard the assistant director's voice from outside.

"Xiao Fang, what can I do for you?"

He paused slightly, came to the door, listened carefully, followed by a girl's voice.

After confirming that it was Fang Lingzhou, he opened the door and saw Fang Lingzhou standing outside the assistant director's door.

She is about 1.6 meters tall, and she is thin and slender. Her jet-black hair is black and shiny under the lamp, and she wears a pair of white shoes. Wearing a skirt, her legs are thin and white, which is very eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)