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Here is the box of the crew of "Like a Dream".

Fang Ziqing saw Jiang Li and Luo Wei coming back together, her eyes were cold.

No wonder she was scolded as "a stinky watch who slept all the way", and even her people wanted to seduce her.

Can't let Jiang Li continue to appear in front of Lowe.

She stood up immediately, took Lowe's arm tightly, and leaned on Lowe like a boneless body, whispering softly, "Brother, I'm a little dizzy, can you send me back?"

Luo Wei was thinking that he didn't say anything wrong in front of Qin Yexiao just now.

Only after hearing Fang Ziqing's voice did she come to her senses.

He was gentle with women, so he asked: "Drink too much wine?"

Fang Ziqing hummed like a baby, "Somewhat uncomfortable."

Wen Chi glanced at Jiang Li, who had already returned to his seat, and then at Fang Ziqing, with a clear mirror in his heart.

He looked at the people in the box, "Since Ziqing is uncomfortable and it is too early, I will be here today. Everyone, please go back."

The director spoke, and everyone else said yes.

***

It was about ten o'clock when I left the restaurant.

The capital was still stuck in traffic until now.

Jiang Li buttoned his cap, wore a mask, plugged his black earphones into his ears, and dialed out.

Go to the subway entrance without hurried pace.

Luo Wei was sitting in the back seat of the car with Fang Ziqing's arms around him. He suddenly saw Jiang Li's back in front of him and told the driver, "Stop."

"Yes." The driver turned the steering wheel and slowly stopped to the side of the road.

Fang Ziqing heard the words and opened her eyes, "What's the matter, brother?"

Lowe did not answer her, lowered the rear window, "Jiang Li, get in the car, I will take you back."

Fang Ziqing's face suddenly became gloomy, and it was Jiang Li again.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Li stopped his steps and looked over.

Fang Ziqing squeezed her fingers tightly and pretended to be magnanimous, forcing a smile, "Yes, it's not convenient to take a taxi. Let's see it for you."

She deliberately aggravated our two words.

Jiang Li whispered to the other end of the phone: "That's it, you don't have to ask me about these things in the future, the money will arrive tomorrow."

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Then turned his head, there was no expression on his face, "No, thank you."

She put her hands in her pockets and walked forward.

Lowe opened the door and got out of the car, "Don't be polite to me, it's too late, it's not safe, I'll send you back."

Inside the car, Fang Ziqing watched Luo Wei be so attentive to Jiang Li and stared at her with resentment in her eyes.

Lowe raised his hand to pull Jiangli's arm.

Jiang Li leaned his body slightly and avoided him, his eyes were not as cold as the temperature, and he was a bit hostile, "I said no more."

"You're welcome..."

Before Lowe finished speaking, a Brabus stopped in front of his car with a "chuck".

Arrogant and arrogant.

The back seat door was pushed open, and the man got out of the car, and then stood by the door, with his wrist resting on the door casually, and the cuffs of the black shirt were cold.

He looked at Jiang Li, lifted his chin into the car, his voice was slightly lowered, not so cold, "Get in the car."

Jiang Li hesitated, nodded, walked a few steps and got into the car.

Lowe stared at this scene blankly.

Qin Yexiao tilted his eyes, under the dim street lamp, that face was well-defined and not good-looking, but his eyes were cold and cold, and the low air pressure struck his head and face.

Lowe's back is tight, his legs are weak, and the other person doesn't need to do anything. A look in his eyes makes him horrified and hard to breathe.

Qin Yexiao... he, he and Jiang Li...

Did he get into a catastrophe... He even dared to hit Jiang Li's idea...

Was Jiang Li deliberately pretending not to know Qin Yexiao on the other side of the bathroom?

Lowe reacted and opened his mouth tremblingly, just about to say something.

But Qin Yexiao turned into the car.

At this moment, it was as if the knife on his neck was retracted, and the sweat was cold behind his back.