His Sunny Wife

Small warm end of the glass, glass red liquid, set off a bitter but forced smile of the small face.

Sipping a few mouthfuls of wine, bitter pan with a trace of sweet cool liquid slide into the throat.

She could not help but turn around again and put the thick folder in front of the excited man who was drinking.

"Mr. Wang, I have made some changes to the script according to your company's requirements. I hope you can have a look at it if you have time. If there are any inappropriate places, I can continue to..."

"No, no..." The man reaches out his hand and pushes off the document sent by xiaonuan.

"Miss Xia, you know, on the desk opposite my office, there are at least hundreds of scripts like you every month. And many of them are works of famous artists.

Master, I mean master, do you understand? " The man finally accentuated the tone and asked.

Under the transparent glass lens on the bridge of a man's nose, his half narrowed single eyelid eyes are flashing meaningful light.

Xia xiaonuan quietly withdraws the document, in the heart slightly sinks.

I thought to myself, it seems that this time she will be happy.

But she just said with a smile: "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, I really don't understand you Can you make it clear? "

"Ha ha." Mr. Wang hung his head and looked at his wine glass with a mocking smile.

A moment later, he raised his eyes, stretched out his fat hand, and pointed to Xia xiaonuan with his index finger.

As if drunk in general, tone slow and ambiguous underground conclusion: "play silly!"

Xiao Nuan's face turned black.

"Mr. Wang, we are here to talk about the script today. If you don't want to talk about the script today, we'd better make another appointment."

Xiaonuan is a little angry. She always hates this kind of affectation, and the first impression of this producer is a little obscene. Her patience is almost exhausted and she is getting ready to get up.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

Mr. Wang suddenly stood up. He held out his hand and grasped Xiao Nuan's hand on the table.

"Miss Xia, what's the hurry? We are talking about the script!" He said, taking advantage of the small warm did not react, took her hand, has been kissing.

Xiao Nuan felt the back of her hand wet, screamed and jerked back her hand.

"What are you doing?" She widened her eyes and looked at Mr. Wang. With that, she picked up the paper towel on the table and wiped the back of her hand.

That's disgusting.

Mr. Wang obviously didn't expect that her reaction would be so big. For a moment, because of her voice, the only table guests in the whole coffee shop were looking this way.

Suddenly, his face turned red, and his face was very ugly.

At this time, sitting not far away, accompanied by Qin Yi and some bodyguards, Nangong Yaoling is sitting on a chair, looking at a plan in front of him without expression. After hearing the sudden sound, his tall body suddenly becomes stiff.

This voice

It's so similar to the voice that has been whispering in his ear on the long night in the past three years

It's just, how could it be?

He closed his eyes, thinking of her words on the cruise ship that day, and her cruel turn He held his breath and let the faint pain in his heart pass quietly. Then he opened his eyes again. He seemed to lift his eyes carelessly and look in the direction of the sound.

It's just a light glance. Obviously, he doesn't believe his ears.