I heard that Qi Shao's family is cute and super sweet

Chapter 197 Are They Too Poor?
The man's eyes suddenly turned a bit bitter, and he said with a stern face: "Then you don't need to wash the dishes here? I can help you clean up."

The director smiled: "We eat box lunches or eat outside, so we don't need to wash the dishes."

I thought he would retreat in the face of difficulties like this, but unexpectedly the man hugged his thigh in grief and indignation, crying sincerely, "Brother, please do me a favor! Let me order a box lunch! Life is forced, poor There is really no other way..."

"Is your crew lacking in extras? I can do it! Woohoo, I can play a dead person! The kind who lie still for a whole day."

"..."

Director Qiao lowered his head and stared at him, unable to bear it any longer, "Get up first!"

Should he be glad that there are no outsiders here?If there are paparazzi present, with the rich imagination of those people, they can make up a [-]-character family drama in minutes.

"I said, big brother, what kind of magic stick are you with hands and feet?"

Chen Yao pulled the man over and educated him earnestly, "Isn't money fragrant? Just like your fortune-telling, if you don't agree with each other, you will say that someone is bloody. If they don't beat you to death on the spot, you are lucky."

"Be tactful, tactful, understand?"

As a playboy brother, Chen Yao expressed his understanding, "It's okay, man. As long as you can bend and stretch, there is no obstacle you can't pass."

The man nodded as if moved, and hugged his shoulders like a good brother, "I think so too."

In less than a few minutes, the two of them hooked up and chatted together. The tone of seeing each other so late made others speechless.

Meng Li rubbed her chin, stared at the man in Taoist robes, a gloating smile appeared on the corner of her lips, "Bai Wuchang? Huh~ What a mess."

A Yao was thoughtful, "White Impermanence is here, what about Hei Wuchang?"

Among the four senior brothers, Li Yi followed his master to tell fortunes under the flyover, and the other two were selling martial arts secret books in the hospital.

The envoys who came to the underworld were even more miserable.

The two poor cubs with bull head and horse face are still in the game, and Bai Wuchang has now been reduced to being a magic stick.

Think about it this way...

These people are too poor!

#Underworld Produced, Must Be Poor#
#Cry first and then shout, it has become a habit#
……

In the evening there was another scene, and A Yao put on her makeup early and waited in the arena.

In the early days, An Qiao was a fool who didn't know much about the world, and he could survive in this bloody river and lake without incident because of Su Huaijing's protection.

The boy in white lay lazily on An Qiao's shoulder, half-closed his black eyes, smiled and curled his lips, "Little sister, I'm hungry."

The boy's tone slowly elongated, revealing a bit of harmless softness.

A pair of smiling crescent eyes are full of evil smiles.

An Qiao had the urge to throw this thing on the ground.

"I'm hungry too."

The little girl was aggrieved and opened her almond eyes, her expression was more innocent than his.

At night, the bustling city was full of people, and the little girl was squeezed so that she wobbled. Su Huaijing snorted lightly in disgust, and lazily stood up straight and took her into his arms.

Taking the girl to a relatively quiet place, the boy glanced at her slowly, and said in a clear voice, "Wait."

Soon, he gradually disappeared from the crowd.

An Qiao didn't know, so he tilted his head and squatted obediently on the spot.

Just when the little girl was about to fall asleep, a clear boyish voice came from above her head:
"An Xiaoqiao."

The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, and shook her naively like a tumbler.

The young man poked her on the head, and smiled sinisterly, "I found you something to eat, but you are here to sleep for me?"

An Qiao looked at the white-clothed boy who was smiling coolly in front of him, and knew he was wrong: "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)