Chief husband, strong love!

Yu Qinghe stubbornly asked, "isn't it not good to intervene in the company run by the third young master?"

The man said in a tough tone but light hearted, "isn't the start-up capital night's money? If he dares to refuse, he will revoke his company qualification and let him go to Africa to manage mining."

"... young master, I'll contact the screenwriter right away. How can I change it?"

If you can't offend both sides, you'd better change the script.

Let San Shao go to Africa, it's better to kill him

"Delete the passion play of young lady."

What?

Young lady can't make a passion play?

"Passion scenes and kissing scenes have been deleted and changed." Night Sheng Ting's eyebrows seemed to stay with heavy black lines, saying word by word, "if you won't change, let the screenwriter go away."

When Yu Qinghe was shocked, he had to say, "yes, young master, I'll contact the screenwriter to modify. The direction of modification will be sent to your mailbox tomorrow..."

The atmosphere at the other end of the phone is a little mild.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Qinghe looked suspicious of life.

It's really not appropriate for the young lady of the night family to shoot passion drama, but he asked about the drama. When he heard about Xianxia drama, he thought it was a very safe way, so he didn't think there was any problem.

I didn't expect that there was a passion play in Xianxia drama. This should be changed!

The country is fighting against pornography. Do they think that if there are three young masters who can enjoy the cool, everything can pass the trial?

Yesheng Ting just hung up the phone, and the entrance guard of the villa rang.

He walked up to the door and opened the door. He saw Ling Si studying his password lock.

"Sheng Ting, you seem to be broken. You keep reminding me that my password is wrong." Ling Siyu came in his house clothes. Unexpectedly, he couldn't open the door.

Sheng Ting lived here for a short time in his early years. As a neighbor, he has his home password, which is convenient to come at any time.

It's the first time I can't open the door.

"What's up?" When Yesheng Ting saw him, he thought of the morning and frowned.

Ling Siyu didn't treat himself as an outsider at all. He said casually, "nothing. Come and have a meal. I really want to let aunt Rong's craft."

"Aunt Rong is not here. I want you to go to my house to find the old man." Yesheng Ting said he was going to close the door.

"Wait, wait..." he hurriedly blocked the door. He didn't expect himself to be so unpopular. "You have to eat without aunt Rong. I don't choose. I'll eat what you eat!"

Night Shengting glared at him and put his hand on the door. He didn't mean to continue to open it.

Ling Si's eyes suddenly lit up, "your little maid cooks? Is it better than aunt Rong's?"

"It's none of your business."

"How could that be? Your grandfather specially called my neighbor to take care of you and worry about your health."

Night Shengting pulled his lower lip, "my grandpa asked you to rub the meal?"

Before Ling Siyu answered, a clear voice in the villa asked, "who is it?"

Sleeping trough, she is!

Before yeshengting was ready to forcibly close the door, Shen Enron approached, "your friend?"

"Yes, yes, Miss Shen has a good memory. We have met this morning." Ling was more enthusiastic than in the morning. He forced himself in and said, "well, I haven't eaten yet. Come and eat with Sheng ting."

"Yes, I'll fry two more dishes. You wait first." Shen Enron answered.

Ye Shengting's friend, can she refuse?

She turned and went to the kitchen. She didn't see the man at the door. His face was black.