Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

She is not a very kind person. She can't do such a thing as helping others for free.

If you want her to give an idea, you have to pay the corresponding price.

"What do you want?" Lu Qiumeng was not stupid. He heard her implication.

"I want you to do me a favor." Berman's eyes crossed a different color and said his conditions.

Some things she needs help from Lu Qiumeng.

Hearing the speech, Lu Qiumeng hesitated for a moment.

Behrman smiled, "don't you want to control Yan Xingyu? Let him follow you in the future?"

Berman's words let Lu Qiumeng's last hesitation dissipate.

Although she didn't want to help Berman, she couldn't help getting excited at the thought of Yan Xingyu being controlled by her.

She decided to listen to Berman's terms first. "What can I do for you?"

"I want you to be..." Berman son came to Lu Qiumeng's ear and whispered his request.

After hearing this, Lu Qiumeng nodded, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, "that's all?"

It's too simple.

Lu Qiumeng didn't quite believe that Berman's request would be so simple.

As a precaution, she confirmed it.

"Well, that's all I ask. It should be easy for you." Berman's eyes twinkled with calculation.

If Lu Qiumeng agrees, it will be a great help to her.

Then

"Good." Lu Qiumeng answered cheerfully.

A small favor can be exchanged for the way to control Yan Xingyu. It's worth it.

After agreeing, Lu Qiumeng hurriedly asked Berman's idea, "what about the way you said to control Yan Xingyu?"

Behrman glanced sideways at her, covered the mockery at the bottom of his eyes and smiled gently, "when will you tell me the time and when will I tell you the method."

She doesn't trust Lu Qiumeng.

"You..." the expectation was dashed. Lu Qiumeng's face changed and his red nails were embedded in the palm of his hand.

Behrman really doesn't suffer.

"You tell me the time and I tell you the method. At the same time, it's fair, isn't it?" Berman smiled and didn't worry that Lu Qiumeng would go back on his word.

Her offer is very simple. As long as Lu Qiumeng is not stupid, she will agree.

"Well, I'll call you at the right time." Lu Qiumeng didn't want to give up such a good opportunity. He suppressed his anger and snorted coldly, "I hope the method you give will satisfy me."

"Of course it will satisfy you. Isn't the method I told you last time very effective?" Berman seemed to have expected Lu Qiumeng's answer, with a sense of confidence in his tone.

The way to control men is simple.

There is only Lu Qiumeng, who has no brain, and there is no way.

Lu Qiumeng felt relieved when he heard the speech.

Indeed, Berman's method last time was very useful.

Behrman saw her silence and knew that she believed her words.

After a pause, she added a condition, "the time is within a month. I can't wait too long."

one month?

Lu Qiu dreamed and thought there was no problem, "yes."

"I hope we have a pleasant cooperation." Berman Er reached out and handed Lu Qiumeng a number. "This is my private mobile phone number. Just call it directly."

Then she stood up and said goodbye, "I have something to do, so I won't bother you to continue filming."

With a slight smile, Berman turned and left.

Lu Qiumeng looked at the beautiful font on the note and finally stuffed it into his bag.

"Qiumeng, have you rested? The director is ready to start shooting." outside the door, Liu Yihong knocked.

"Right away."

Thinking of facing the bored director for a while, Lu Qiumeng was in a bad mood and looked contemptuous, "a little director who has never heard of has such a bad temper."

On the way back to the field, Liu Yihong worried that she would be the same as just now and reminded, "Qiumeng, you can bear what the director says later, until your first comeback play comes out."

Along the way, she kept talking. Lu Qiumeng couldn't stand his face all the way. She didn't know how much to listen to.

The director waited on the court early, his face as ugly as ever.

As a result, Lu Qiumeng shook his face to the director without waiting for the director to do so.

Liu Yihong was sweating when she saw it off the court.

Qiumeng's temper

The director wanted to be angry, but was stopped by the assistant, "director, director, don't be angry. There are so many actors waiting in the field."

You can't waste everyone's time for a Lu Qiumeng.

The director was still rational, pressed down his anger and said in a deep voice, "ready to start shooting."

Next, Lu Qiumeng's performance is still full of mistakes.

"Card!"

"Ng, Lu Qiumeng, I didn't tell you where to go! How did you go?"

"Again, the expression is wrong."

Everyone was tired after shooting all afternoon.

At five o'clock, Lu Qiumeng left with a cold face, whether there was a play or not.

Liu Yihong had a headache and stayed to clean up her mess.

She apologized to the director with a smiling face.

The director's face was so cold that he didn't even look at her.

Yan Family Villa.

Lu Qiumeng stepped into the villa with an ugly face.

She threw the bag on her hand to a servant on the side and angrily scolded, "don't you have eyes! Don't you know how to get my bag?"

"I..." the servant couldn't care about the pain on his face and bit his lips wrongly.

Usually, Lu Qiumeng's bag is not allowed to be moved by others.

Once a servant accidentally touched Xialu Qiumeng's bag and was driven out directly.

"You don't have to come to work tomorrow." Lu Qiumeng's anger was all vented on the servant.

After scolding, she stomped into the hall in high heels.

"Is this?" as soon as he entered the hall, Lu Qiumeng stopped, and doubts appeared on his face.

The empty hall was now filled with countless gifts.

There are dozens of various gift boxes.

Yuan haiqian was sitting on the sofa drinking tea. When Lu Qiumeng came back, she put down her tea cup and greeted her, "Qiumeng, come and sit here."

Then she turned and told the maid, "go and prepare fruit tea for Qiumeng."

Lu Qiumeng sat on the sofa beside her and glanced at the piles of gifts. "What's going on? Why are there so many gifts?"

Frowning, she looked puzzled.

"These are for Ye Qing." yuan haiqian motioned the maid who brought tea to pour it to Lu Qiumeng and casually explained.

"Ye Qing?" Lu Qiumeng still doesn't understand why he gave Ye Qing a gift.

Isn't Ye Qing an assistant of Yan Sihan?

Thinking so, she asked, "what are you doing for him?"

"Ye Qing is getting married recently."

Wedding gifts?

"He's just a servant, so he doesn't need to stir up the public." after understanding the reason, Lu Qiumeng glanced a trace of disdain in his eyes, picked up the teacup in front of him and drank a few drinks.

When did the Yan family pay so much attention to a servant?

"I don't know why." yuan haiqian frowned and couldn't guess why the old lady would stir up so many people this time. "It was the old lady's request."