Demonic Cultivation in a Mountain Village

Zhao Weiwei blushed and wanted to refute, but she didn't know how to refute.

Su Xiaotian was surprised and asked: "Zhao Weiwei, the bag you are carrying is actually a fake? Didn't you say that your father is the chairman of the company and has a family fortune of hundreds of millions?"

Zhao Weiwei hesitated, speechless, and lowered her head in shame.

Gao Meilan, however, continued to say without looking back: "This gentleman.

As far as I know, for genuine Rolex, when the strap is bent, the cross-section is thicker and the thickness is uneven. The thickness of the Rolex you wear is the same.

Genuine Rolex will have words engraved on the buckle, but the buckle on your Rolex is glossy without words. "

Su Xiaotian's expression also changed drastically, and he was a little confused.

Zhao Weiwei suddenly raised her head and said angrily: "Okay, Su Xiaotian, didn't you say that you are a top executive of the world's top 500 companies with an annual salary of one million?

With an annual salary of one million, you can’t even afford a real Rolex?

You big liar! "

"Aren't you also a liar? You're a rich second generation, bah!"

The two of them spat at each other from behind, and began to quarrel and quarrel.

Anyway, the play was over at this time, and no one cared about their noise. Instead, they watched the play with gusto.

Just at this moment, Song Qiuman, who had finished her performance, ran out from the backstage and came to Gao Meilan.

Song Qiuman grabbed Gao Meilan's hand and said with a smile: "You two can't leave. Follow me to the backstage. After I finish changing, I'll treat you to dinner."

The audience watching the stage play was quite civilized. No one shouted or caused any commotion because Song Qiuman suddenly ran into the audience.

It just attracted a lot of attention.

Gao Meilan smiled and said: "Don't worry, we have no plans to leave. We are just going to look for you backstage."

Su Xiaotian and Zhao Weiwei stopped arguing and looked at Song Qiuman in surprise.

did not expect

The woman in front actually knows Song Qiuman!

And she didn't have to go backstage to find Song Qiuman, but Song Qiuman came directly to her!

Gao Meilan and Fang Lin stood up and followed Song Qiuman backstage.

Su Xiaotian and Zhao Weiwei suddenly felt that the profile of the woman side by side with Song Qiuman, the woman who exposed them as fakes, looked a little familiar.

"Why does she look familiar to me?"

"I'll go, she's Gao Meilan!"

The sound of Gao Meilan shocked the audience who were about to leave in an orderly manner.

"Where is Gao Meilan?"

"Which one is Gao Meilan?"

"Gao Meilan, I love you!"

"Where is my goddess?"

Gao Meilan tensed up and followed Song Qiuman to the backstage with her head buried.

Fang Lin once again transformed into the personal bodyguard of a big star, waving his hands lightly, and those spectators who were chasing after him with faces full of enthusiasm could only look up from a distance, beat their feet and chests, and sigh.

When she arrived backstage, Gao Meilan breathed a sigh of relief and then took off her large sunglasses.

"Sister Meilan!"

"Meilan."

When the drama staff saw Gao Meilan, they all excitedly greeted her.

Gao Meilan nodded and greeted everyone, many of whom he knew.

The entertainment industry is big or small, and Gao Meilan and Song Qiuman are good sisters, so everyone on her crew is quite familiar with her.

Song Qiuman brought Gao Meilan and Fang Lin to a dressing room. While removing makeup, she said: "It's rare today, Lanlan, why don't you bring a friend over to cheer me up? I'll do it later."

I must treat you to a meal. Tell me, what do you want to eat later? "

Gao Meilan looked at Fang Lin and said, "I listen to you."

Fang Lin said: "Then let's make skewers. If we don't make skewers, summer will be over."

"Play skewers?" Gao Meilan blinked, nodded and agreed, "Very good, then play skewers."

However, I am naturally beautiful and it is hard to give up, so it doesn’t matter if I eat something greasy.

Some people can gain weight by drinking cold water. I wonder if they dare to overeat like this? ” .??.??

Song Qiuman sneered: "At worst, I'll just have to eat boiled vegetables for a week. Who is afraid of who?"

Gao Meilan smiled and waved her hand, saying, "You two talk first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Before leaving, Gao Meilan said in Fang Lin's ear: "After I leave, she will definitely talk to you and gossip about our relationship. Just ignore her and let her worry."

Fang Lin smiled and said nothing more.

Gao Meilan patted Fang Lin on the shoulder and left.

As Gao Meilan expected, as soon as she left, Song Qiuman pulled up a chair and placed it next to her. The other party, Lin, said with a smile: "Stop standing here. Come, sit here with me and let's chat."

Fang Lin didn't hesitate and sat down in front of Song Qiuman.

Song Qiuman's facial features are not as three-dimensional and outstanding as Gao Meilan's, with a beautiful nose and phoenix eyes, a small cherry mouth, and thin lips.

At first glance, Song Qiuman doesn't seem too stunning, but if you take a closer look at this woman, you will become more and more charming, especially when she smiles, her slender eyes seem to be able to speak, which can fascinate people.

She is a beautiful girl with a certain petty beauty, like a graceful lady holding an oil-paper umbrella on a waterside pavilion in the south of the Yangtze River, standing in the hazy drizzle.

Gives people a feeling of tranquility, elegance and softness

The beauty of weakness.

Song Qiuman was still wearing the blue dress costume at this time. The makeup on her face had been removed. She freed her rolled up hair and draped it on her shoulders in a messy manner.

Opening her small mouth, she gently bit the black rubber band on her wrist with her neat white teeth. She gently picked up her slender hands and tied her hair into a simple ponytail. Under the incandescent lamp, a layer of fine hair oozed out from her snow-white neck. of sweat.

Seeing Fang Lin sit down, Song Qiuman squinted his eyes and asked with a smile: "Mr. Fang is a native of Handong, right? I wonder when you and Mei Lan met?"

Fang Lin said: "We've known each other for about two months."

Song Qiuman said: "Mr. Fang, you haven't answered my first question yet."

Fang Lin laughed, nodded and said, "I am from Handong Province, and my native place is Fenghuang Village, Shaoning County."

Song Qiuman nodded and said, "What does Mr. Fang do?"

Fang Lin said: "I work in the village committee and am the village director of our village."

"Oh, it doesn't look like him?" Song Qiuman looked at Fang Lin and said with a smile, "Why do I think Mr. Fang is more like an artist?"

"Artist?" Fang Lin was a little surprised. This was the first time he heard someone say that he looked like an artist.

Song Qiuman nodded and said, "Yes, because Mr. Fang gave me an uninhibited and free feeling. It seems that everything in this world is just a passing smoke in Mr. Fang's eyes."

Fang Lin laughed dumbly and said, "Miss Song is overly praised. This may be your misunderstanding."

Song Qiuman said: "Maybe, but I'm always very good at judging people."

At this point, she turned to ask again: "Don't you know that Mr. Fang and Mei Lan have any plans to get married?"

Fang Lin smiled, shook his head and said, "You may have misunderstood, she and I are just friends."