The milk dog actor is crying and chirping, the president's sister loves me

"The studio received a lot of invitations in the morning. Security guards will be added to maintain discipline at the event site today. If you don't show up, rumors will spread on the Internet."

To put it bluntly, the manager is really tired, if he can't do it, he will quit the job, and bring a trash artist who doesn't have the life of a princess but has the disease of a princess, and he will be unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Tang Yutong also thought of this. Three people posted on Weibo, and the last three people also deleted them. Only she was scolded the worst.

This time it was considered unlucky for her. It didn't take much thinking to know that many people were waiting to see her jokes, so she couldn't help but attend the event.

It can't be like those people's minds.

Tang Yutong stood up abruptly: "Okay, I'll go."

The manager's eyes lit up, and finally...

Tang Yutong walked out of the office with sharp eyes. She must not lose to He Meng. He Meng is just a slut who matches her, and she will never try to climb Jiangci in this life.

Beihuai City, a film studio
He Meng was wearing an ancient costume and sitting under the sun, surrounded by two assistants who were busy taking care of her like a nanny, one with an umbrella to carry water, and the other with a small fan to blow the air.

Looking at the phone screen, He Meng laughed from time to time, and the assistant looked at each other, but dared not say anything.

He Meng looked at the discussions in the CP fan group, and felt sweet in his heart. Those people were all speculating about her relationship with Jiang Ci, and they were talking about the truth, half the truth.

After watching too much, she would think that she was really in a relationship with Jiang Ci. She knew it was fake, but she was still addicted to it.

He Meng's heart was slightly astringent, and his loss spread.

Jiang Ci does not participate in commercial activities, and the film projects he participates in are beyond her reach, so she hardly sees him.

At the film festival or the New Year's Eve party, she can only watch from a distance, and now she can only watch the brains of cp fans and chat for comfort.

She kept telling herself to work harder until one day she could stand by his side and be his heroine.

……

Lin Xingcheng still took it very seriously when he was going out for dinner with Jiang Ci in the afternoon, but this time was a little different from the past.

For the first time in her life, she struggled with her attire. It was too cute to be too pink, as if she was pretending to be tender, and she was too mature and graceful. It seemed that she was...a bit too deliberate.

Lin Xingcheng walked through two cloakrooms. She originally wanted to discuss it with Luozheng, but finally decided to give up. After all, Luozheng's grievance will never end.

Finally, I chose a white dress with puff sleeves, the length is a little bit above the knee, and it is perfect with a pair of small high heels.

After putting on light makeup, Lin Xingcheng tied up half of her hair and braided it into a marijuana flower, with the other half casually draped behind her back.

When she walked downstairs with her small bag, Lin Xingcheng felt a little guilty for no reason, and her steps became a lot lighter.

However, if you are afraid, you can come here. The cleaning servants in the hall saw her coming down, and Qiqi called out Miss.

Lin Xingcheng's heart skipped a beat, and then she saw her grandparents walking in from the door.

"Where are you going? It's almost time for dinner." The old lady held several flowers in her hand, which seemed to have just been cut in the garden, and the branches and leaves had not been pruned.

Lin Xingcheng obediently walked in front of the two elders, put her hands in front of her body, holding the bag with her ten fingers, and said, "I have an appointment with my old friend. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I can't refuse."

The old lady was stunned, and didn't ask any further questions, she just nodded and said: "Then you go, be careful on the road."

Lin Xingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and suddenly remembered: "By the way, if my mother comes back, I hope grandma will tell me, I'm afraid she will be unhappy."

Not long after she came back, she ran out every day, Yi Yue would definitely have something to say, and then she would talk about it again.

The old lady smiled kindly, knowing that she was worried that Yi Yue would be angry if she found out that she went out to play all day, she nodded and said: "Got it, go."

Lin Xingcheng stepped on her high heels and walked over, hugged her gently with her arms and kissed her: "I love you grandma."

Before getting into the car, Lin Xingcheng waved goodbye and said, "Grandma, grandpa, I'm leaving."

The second elder stood at the door and watched Lin Xingcheng get into the car until the car disappeared in the distance.

Mr. Lin snorted: "You have to talk about your daughter-in-law, and see how you have forced the child."

It's like being a thief every time you go out, how can you be happy, Mr. Lin can't see his precious granddaughter like this.

"As I said before, she said she would change." The old lady sighed softly, "Give her some time, being a mother is also difficult, and we have to understand it with our hearts, and everything will be happy with family harmony."

Grandpa Lin had nothing to say, and turned back to the house.

As soon as the car left Lingze Lake and entered Huancheng North Road, Jiang Ci sent a message.

Lin Xingcheng turned on the voice, and it was he who reported to her that he had already set off, and he would arrive in about 10 minutes.

Lin Xingcheng looked out of the car window, and typed back: I'm pretty much the same.

On the way, Lin Xingcheng and Jiang Ci chatted without saying a word. There was no topic, and they simply asked and answered. It was a bit childish, but neither of them felt bored.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Xingcheng almost went in to Mingyuezhuang. They still kept the tradition here. The waiters uniformly wore cheongsam, and their every move was very elegant.

It's just that the faces are not what they were back then.

Today, Mingyue Village is quite quiet, only a few customers were seen along the way, from the pure wooden spiral stairs to the second floor, Lin Xingcheng saw Jiang Ci standing in the corridor.

"Aren't you afraid of being photographed standing here?"

The current fans and paparazzi are very powerful. Photos can be taken from [-] miles away. Technology is advancing too fast, and the quality and pixel function of cameras are also increasing rapidly.

The private lives of many celebrities are forced to be exposed in this way.

Jiang Ci didn't care about this, and just said lightly: "If you take a picture, you can't post it on the Internet, just let someone intercept it."

Cutting it down is actually buying it, it costs money.

Lin Xingcheng nodded: "Indeed."

Jiang Ci couldn't help looking at her. She was slender but well-proportioned. She seemed to be growing with a measuring ruler. It was too beautiful. She stood in front of him, a little unreal.

Jiangci said:
"Let's go in, this box is the one we came together before."

Lin Xingcheng had no choice but to look up at him, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and said, "I know, you don't need to tell me this, what are you going to do?"

From the very beginning, I made an appointment to eat here, and also said that I would like to thank her for her "help".

The girl's eyes were too direct, and Jiang Ci's ears couldn't help turning a little red. He lowered his mouth with his fist and pretended to cough a few times.

"I'm afraid you don't have the impression, so I want to remind you."

Jiang Ci's words came from his throat, low and obscure.

After all, this is the only memory they have. A hometown is very important to him.

In the past two years, he has often come here and eaten in this box, and he is alone every time.

This time is different, she is here.

The rare tenderness in Jiang Ci's cold black eyes was too confusing. Lin Xingcheng stared at it for a while, then suddenly raised her hand and poked his smooth forehead with her white fingertips.

Click a word.

"Don't~think~too~too much."