I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 911

The dormitory has everything, not only a refrigerator, but also a microwave.

After Qin Ye finished washing his clothes, the temperature of the milk in the microwave was just right.

After gulping it down, Qin Ye took a shower, brushed his teeth, dried his hair and got into the quilt.

I took out my phone and saw that it was out of battery.

Putting the phone on the charger, Qin Ye turned over and fell asleep in seconds.

The next day, Qin Ye went downstairs refreshed and saw the Maybach parked in front of the dormitory.

The man stood in front of the car door next to the driver's seat with his hands in his pockets. Even though it was a male dormitory building, it still attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

"elder brother……"

Raising his voice and shouting, Qin Ye ran over in a few steps.

"Brother, why did you come so early, what's the matter?"

"It's not time for you to go to work yet. Let's go. I'll take you to our student cafeteria for dinner. The master chef on the second floor makes excellent steamed buns, no worse than Mingfeng Building's."

"Brother, hurry up, I'm in a hurry, if you are late, you will be fined to stand in a military posture!"

……

The boy smiled all over his face, as if he was very happy to see him so early in the morning.

Jun Moting, who had been depressed all night, felt like he didn't want to talk.

Honestly, he sulked there for two nights.

This brat doesn't know anything?

On the one hand, he felt that Qin Ye was heartless, and on the other hand, he was shocked that he could be so hypocritical, so Jun Moting was dragged to the school cafeteria by Qin Ye.

Not wanting to spoil her interest, Jun Moting silently said "Forget it" in his heart, the expression on his face finally eased.

The next moment, I saw the master chef who was smiling kindly and kindly in the kitchen window.

Jun Moting felt that his eyes must be dazzled.

Otherwise, how could he have seen Master Liu who was in charge of steamed buns in Mingfeng Building in the student restaurant of the Imperial University?

Wait, behind the small stove of duck blood vermicelli soup, is the proprietress of Liu Ji, right?

Looking at Qin Ye who was extremely happy eating duck blood vermicelli soup with steamed buns, Jun Moting felt that something must have happened during the two days when he was sulking.

Taking advantage of giving Qin Ye another basket of buns, Jun Moting walked up to Master Liu.

"Master Jun..."

Master Liu greeted with a smile, "Master Luo of Yun'an City arranged for me to come, and said that he would give me the treatment of Mingfeng Tower, and that he would be a hundred times more leisurely than when I was in Mingfeng Tower, so I came. After all, I also age."

"Morning, young master!"

Liu Ji's proprietress narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Master Mo said, if I stay here for a day, I can earn a month's wages in the store, so I'm here."

Well, very good, very good!

His rivals are really awesome.

The already depressed mood became even more depressed, and Jun Moting returned to the dining table with a dark face.

"Brother, is this a cold war?"

With Qin Ye's words, Jun Mo Ting broke his power in an instant, "Cold war? Who said we are in a cold war?"

"Isn't it?"

The young man snapped his fingers angrily and started counting, "From 58 o'clock the night before yesterday to this morning, for a total of [-] hours, there was no phone call, WeChat, or video, breaking the record, right?"

"What is it if it's not the Cold War?"

Jun Moting: ...

Only 58 hours?

Why did he feel that it had been so long a century?
"it's all my fault."

Thinking that everything was caused by his own narrow-mindedness, and if he continued to be so narrow-minded, maybe one day Ah Ye would turn around and fall into the arms of Luo Shaoxuan or the devil, Jun Moting decisively admitted his mistake, "Don't be an example! I've been too busy these days ,so……"

Facing Qin Ye's suspicious eyes, which were clearly disbelieving, Jun Moting looked away naturally, and looked at the watch in his hand, "It's six fifty."

"Ah, I'm going to be late, and it's all your fault!"

With a loud cry, Qin Ye disappeared before his eyes like a gust of wind.

Jun Moting let out a long breath.

(End of this chapter)