Dear Commander-in-Chief

When performing this play, Yun Qiao was particularly involved.

Because she feels the same.

She is also a princess who wants to go home!

She even asked Director Li Pingan secretly: "Director, the script says Western Witchcraft, is it true? Can the princess go home?"

Li Pingan raised his head and glanced at Yun Qiao with complicated eyes: "Xiao Qiao, do you have a fever today?"

Yun Qiao: "No."

Li Pingan: "Do you have a cold and dizzy?"

Yunqiao: "No wow."

Li Pingan stared: "Then your brain is broken?"

Yun Qiao: "..."

Li Ping An: "This is a script, made up by the screenwriter. Do you think it will be true?"

Yun Qiao: "..."

Ooo, my palace is so wronged. Obviously, the notebooks I read when I was young were all based on real people and real stories. Why are the TV shows in this world made up? It's not serious.

Touched Yun Qiao, who had a gray nose, and continued filming.

The story is paused. The two princesses each showed their magical powers, racing against time to find the witchcraft of the Western Regions, and **** the part of the secret book home.

After work.

Yun Qiao hurriedly took a taxi to Dige.

In front of VIP Box No. 8, Wang Chunhua was waiting anxiously. When she saw Yun Qiao Fengchen coming, she was relieved, almost thinking that Yun Qiao couldn't come anymore, and Mr. Zhang was about to go crazy.

Hehe, it seems she overestimated this woman!

It's just a little **** who hasn't been involved in the world. Tonight's pit is just waiting for this **** to jump!

"Hurry up, hurry up." Wang Chunhua urged Yun Qiao, and then looked at her critically, "Didn't you wear a mini skirt and high heels?"

Yun Qiao smiled: "No money. If the business is negotiated this time, when I have money, next time I will wear clothes according to the company's requirements."

Wang Chunhua's anger: "..."

Knowing that this woman is poor, but she is not so poor that she doesn't even have the money to buy a skirt, right?

After thinking about it, she deliberately stepped forward and jerked the collar of Yun Qiao's shirt.

Shengsheng tore off a button!

Wow! Yun Qiao's neckline was wide open, almost completely empty.

Yun Qiao frowned unhappily: "What are you doing!"

Wang Chunhua smiled: "Oh, sorry, Xiao Qiao, I wanted to help you tidy up your clothes."

Yun Qiao glared at her, took a hairpin from her long hair, cleverly pinned it on the neckline, and clamped the open neckline tightly.

Wang Chunhua felt depressed for a while.

But thinking that Mr. Zhang is a rather rude person, hehe, even if Yun Xiaoqiao didn't have a hairpin, Mr. Zhang would have the ability to tear her clothes apart, Wang Chunhua thought about it and smiled calmly.

Feng Chu wants to rely on Yun Xiaoqiao's vase to turn red, don't think about it!

Tonight, this Yun Xiaoqiao will be completely destroyed!

She opened the door and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Zhang, our company's newcomer, Xiao Qiao, is here, so please take care of me..."

With that, he pushed Yun Qiao into the dark box.

Then, he closed the door tightly.

==

In the VIP box, a row of sofas made seven or eight men, and each man was accompanied by two or three women.

The lights are dim and the atmosphere is ambiguous.

As soon as Yun Qiao went in and squinted his eyes, he couldn't even see who was Mr. Zhang.

However, she soon learned.

In the middle of the sofa, an unscrupulous gaze seemed to penetrate her clothes, looked at her, and said with a silver smile: "Xiao Qiao? Are you tenderer than Gong Xiaoxiao? If she is not tender, I would return it. of!"