Has President Yu succeeded in chasing his wife today?

Chapter 115 Why Don't You Die?
This shallow smile almost made people lose their minds, so Director Zhang couldn't indulge in it, and hastily reached out to hold the wine glass in front of him and touched Yu Qing.

"Miss Yu is a bit unfamiliar. She just debuted? Do you have any masterpieces?"

Yu Qing sat quietly on the spot, looking at Director Zhang with her slender arms resting on her chin, "It doesn't matter if there are any now, there will definitely be some in the future."

Arrogant, confident, even a little arrogant.

But it made Director Zhang's eyes light up.

The heroine of the new drama he is preparing recently...isn't this the character in front of me?

It just so happened that he also wanted to adopt a relatively unfamiliar face. If he used the one in front of him and sold off the face of Young Master Feng, he would be satisfied.

He finalized something in his heart almost instantly.

This was the first time he had made a decision so quickly, but it was her.

If her acting skills pass the test, next year's Oscar for Newcomer Best Actress will be named Yu.

Rubbing the wine glass with his fingertips, the gold-rimmed glasses with gold rims gleamed faintly. Director Zhang was about to say something when he was interrupted by a figure coming out of the darkness.

Yu Qing followed Director Zhang's line of sight, and when he touched that person, his complexion sank almost visible to the naked eye.

Funo slightly observed the change in her expression and raised his eyebrows.

The person who made Yu Qing angry?
"Miss Yu is so humble," Fu Moyi walked out of the darkness with a cigarette in his mouth, a black jacket on his body, and a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

"No masterpiece? I thought there was one, isn't that one—"I Cuckolded My Boyfriend After My Family went Bankrupt"?"

"If this is not counted, there should be more, "I hooked up with the illegitimate son of the Feng family abroad", "I flaunted coquettishness in front of various directors", "Today I am still shameless" should be enough, right?"

"Miss Yu, why are you silent? You look so ugly, are you sick? Don't be syphilis, could it be AIDS?"

The originally lively scene almost became silent the moment Fu Mo appeared on the stage.

Everyone knew that he was Yu Yanshen's good brother who had played with him since he was a child, and no one dared to provoke him.

No one thought that the reason why he woke up from his drunken nap was to ridicule the strange woman brought by Funo.

The words he said clearly fell into the ears of everyone present.

Almost instantly, Yu Qing's back went numb with the changed look in his eyes.

She subconsciously looked at Director Zhang, who had already frowned tightly, and his eyes staring at her gradually became gloomy.

Director Zhang once said at the press conference that what he hates the most in his life is the unspoken rules in the circle.

What Fu Mo said was a big taboo.

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence." Yu Qing still rested his chin on one hand, fiddled with the clean bowls and chopsticks with lowered eyebrows, "Don't you think you're boring if you stare at me every day when you have nothing to do? "

The more Fu Mo looked at Yu Qing, the more disgusted he became, and he even had a physical nausea.

How could this damned woman be half as good as Xiao Yi?

Is she the bitch talking about?
"I'm spreading rumors about you?" He snorted mockingly, "Look at yourself, a woman like you is worthy of me spreading rumors? How dare you say that you didn't get on the plane with other men? Didn't with the guy next to you The man from the Feng family is ambiguous? Didn’t you get entangled with various directors? Why, now you want to step on this brainless Feng family boy to hook up with Director Zhang? You are really thicker than the city wall, why don’t you die? "

His sharp words seemed to have been poisoned, and there was a gloomy coldness and viciousness in the words.

　Fu Moyi is indeed sick, just wait for him to slap his face in the future and be a clean dog and it's over!
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