Distance Between No Love And Deep Love

But to be fair, mu Ziqin really likes the play "the return of the empress", and her sixth sense as an actor makes her feel that the play will surely be a big fire, and it will also bring fire to many actors.

So, muziqin did not go to insist, let arbor agreed, changed a normal clothes, muziqin went to dinner.

Because of the large number of people, the hotel lobby was directly reserved. Mu Ziqin should be the last one to arrive. Nie Shan was not here, and mu Ziqin didn't think the director would let them stay under the same roof after that.

"Director." Politely nodded to the director, mu Ziqin sat on the vacant seat for her.

"Here comes Ziqin. Waiter, serve

Mu Ziqin thought it funny that so many people came but didn't serve. Is it to show the unity of the Troupe or that she is very important in the troupe?

Mu Ziqin doesn't know. Maybe she has both, but she doesn't want to care so much because the director is not to her taste.

"Director, don't bother. Let's talk about it now. I have something else to do later." Muziqin's ungrateful let the director a little down, one side of the screenwriter busy out to ease the atmosphere.

"Everyone is hungry. It's not good to talk directly. Besides, how can we talk without wine? Let's not say whether things can be done or not. The atmosphere has to be dry first, don't you think? "

"Yes, Ziqin, let's eat and talk."

"That's it, sister Ziqin. Her food is delicious."

"Sister Ziqin, you agree."

When you sing with me, you don't give mu Ziqin a chance to talk.

Originally, everyone kept silent, but seeing the screenwriters have asked them, do you want to keep silent?

Mu Ziqin sighed out of reach, "OK."

The food is full of fish. Mu Ziqin looks at the delicate food but has no appetite. He takes a few green vegetables and chews them slowly.

The director's attitude makes mu Ziqin even more uncomfortable. He absently takes out his mobile phone to play, and sends a text message to Mu ye: "baby, Mommy may go back late at night, and buy some takeout when she's hungry. 】

after the text message was sent out, it seemed as if it was sinking into the sea, and there was no response. Mu Ziqin thought that Mu Ye was watching the computer or listening to music, and he didn't find it, and didn't care much about it.

The director clenched his teeth and gave mu Ziqin a drumstick. "Ziqin, come on, eat this. This fried drumstick is a special feature here. It's crispy. The bones are crispy." The greasy drumsticks were put into mu Ziqin's bowl and frowned slightly. They didn't move their chopsticks. It was too greasy.

"Yes, yes, and this elbow. It's full of sauce." The screenwriter quickly followed with an elbow.

Mu Ziqin's face is a little black. Why don't she get something she likes? She can't spit out after eating greasy food?

Just when mu Ziqin was about to attack, his mobile phone rang, "excuse me, I'll take a call." Then he got up and left the dinner.

After calling, mu Ziqin washed her hands by the way, but when she went out, she saw a person who made her face darker.

"How do you..." The words stopped suddenly, mu Ziqin gritted his teeth.

Is the director a fool?

Are you looking for trouble?!