Immediately marriage: Mr.Li, I want your hug

"Torn?" The man raised his eyebrows, and a trace of surprise flashed in his cold black eyes. He was obviously surprised. After all, the three words "Li night prayer" were enough to attract all women.

Zhou Bei couldn't see the man's happiness and anger, and didn't dare to guess his mind. He carefully said, "yes, seventh master."

The man tapped his knee rhythmically with his fingers, his thin lips slightly hooked, and his handsome and profound facial features had a touch of fun. "I like tearing so much. Let the Civil Affairs Bureau print a hundred marriage certificates and send them to her, so that she can tear them slowly enough."

Zhou Bei: "

Li Yeqi looked up. Yanluoxi's figure had disappeared at the corner of the street. He collected his eyes and ordered in a deep voice: "go back to the courtyard."

Who dares to bring him the flavored wine last night if no one gives him advice?

As soon as he came back, someone put his mind on him. It seems that it's time to clean up the portal.

Zhou Bei hesitated to look at the stubble on his chin, and he was bored. The seventh master was beautiful. Why was he reluctant to shave off his beard, "that lady..."

"Let her be free for a few days." Li night prayed that his slender index finger wiped the corners of his lips. I didn't know what he thought. His fierce eyebrows and eyes softened, and his expression immediately had an unspeakable ripple.

Zhou Bei looked straight in the rearview mirror. What did the seventh master of his family think of? The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were so full of spring?

Yanluoxi took a taxi to the company. As soon as she entered the company, she felt sympathetic or compassionate eyes around. When she looked at it, those people pretended that nothing had happened.

She hummed. The most common thing in this industry is to take the helm. Now her role has been robbed by Li Zhiyuan. Everyone knows that Li Zhiyuan is in favor, and the wind direction has naturally changed.

Yanluoxi took the elevator upstairs as if nothing had happened. Just now sister Lin called her and told her to go to an interview program at 8 p.m. and asked her to come to the company early to make up.

She just lost a female number two. If she doesn't be more positive, I'm afraid she'll really eat dirt.

As soon as I got to the door of the dressing room, I heard a flattering female voice coming from inside.

"Sister Zhiyuan, your skin is so watery and tender. You can't see pores so close. Sure enough, you are born to eat the bowl of star rice." Makeup artist Sasha's voice is as exaggerated as it is when she is often complimented.

"There are many, mostly ordinary mask." Women's soft voice, with a bit of humility, is very popular.

"What mask do you use to give me all kinds of grass?"

Yanluoxi pushed the door in. Everyone in the dressing room turned around and saw her. Except for surprise, she looked like a good play.

Yanluoxi went straight to her exclusive makeup area, but today there was Li Zhiyuan sitting there. Her heart suddenly hit a sharp pain.

She still remembers that when she decided to enter the performing arts circle for Lu Zhaoran's career three years ago, Lu Zhaoran was ecstatic and took her to the company, pointing to the pink exclusive seat to promise her.

Whether she is popular or not, as long as Lingzhen media still exists in the world, this position will always remain for her, and no one can shake her position in the company.

For this sentence, over the past three years, she happily brought new people for him, gave up the best resources and praised his many female stars.

In the end, all her sacrifices ended up being cheated.

A foxy smile sat on the back of the chair, looking at Li Zhiyuan in the mirror. Sarcasm laughed sarcastically. "She used green tea and white lotus flower formula to apply too much, and her face was thick and natural."

Laughter came from around. These people always watch the excitement and don't think it's too big.

Li Zhiyuan's face turned pale in an instant. She stood up in a hurry and looked pitiful at me. "Rosie, you're here. I'm sorry. I didn't deliberately use your exclusive position to make up. It's obvious... No, it was arranged by President Lu."

This sentence undoubtedly announced to everyone that she was now covered by Lu Zhaoran, and said that Luoxi was going to die soon.

Originally, when we saw Li Zhiyuan sitting on Yan Luoxi's exclusive seat to make up, we were speculating that Yan Luoxi might be put in the cold. Now Li Zhiyuan's words undoubtedly confirmed their speculation.

Therefore, everyone looked at Yan Luoxi's eyes and became a little sympathetic and gloating. Even these people, Yan Luoxi gave up the best resources for them.

Yanluoxi ignored the eyes around him, stepped forward and stood in front of Li Zhiyuan. The advantages of height and aura gave Li Zhiyuan a sense of oppression when she bent down slightly.

"Dare to climb a bed, let alone a chair? Li Zhiyuan, the way you pretend to be innocent makes me more and more sick. " Her voice was so low that only two people could hear it.

Li Zhiyuan's eyes fell behind Yan Luoxi. Originally submissive, she suddenly smiled at Yan Luoxi.

Before yanluoxi could react, she suddenly came over and said in a low voice, "no matter how disgusting I am, I obviously want me. No matter how beautiful you are, he still thinks your chest is as flat as the airport."

"Shameless!" Yanluoxi hates others to talk about her chest, which stems from the inferiority complex in adolescence. Even if she is now bimodal and proud, she will inevitably be stabbed in the pain.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have smashed Lu Zhaoran with a vase last night.

She raised her hand to push Li Zhiyuan away. As soon as her hand touched her, Li Zhiyuan flew out.

"Ah!"

Li Zhiyuan screamed, hit her body on the dresser and fell to the ground. The make-up appliance hit her head and head. She was so frightened that she quickly held her head to protect her face.

Everyone in the dressing room stared at Li Zhiyuan who fell to the ground, but no one dared to help her.

Yanluoxi was stunned. Suddenly, a strong force knocked her away. She staggered back a few steps and hit the bulb of the makeup mirror with her elbow.

With a bang, the light bulb broke, glass fragments plunged into her flesh, and trembling pain came from her arms. Her eyes were red, but she didn't shed a tear, because she saw Lu Zhaoran carefully helping Li Zhiyuan up.

"Did you hurt anything?" Lu Zhaoran's handsome facial features are full of heartache, and his voice is more like the wind in April, warm and pleasant.

Li Zhiyuan snuggled up in his arms and shook her head pitifully. "I wasn't hurt, but I was startled. Don't blame Rosie. She didn't mean it."

Lu Zhaoran stared at Yan Luoxi coldly, and his eyes were full of boiling anger and condemnation.

Yanluoxi straightened his back, subconsciously put down his sleeves and covered the wound on his arm. Before he could speak, he heard Lu Zhaoran say, "is she intentional? I'll judge for myself and ask Sasha to accompany you to the infirmary for examination."

"I'm really out of the way." Li Zhiyuan said softly.

Lu Zhaoran pushed her to Sasha standing aside. Her voice was full of tenderness and honey. "Good, go and check it. I can rest assured."

"Good!" Li Zhiyuan finally compromised. Where Lu Zhaoran didn't notice, she turned back and said that Luoxi smiled proudly. Then she left with Sasha.

Yan Luoxi looked at this scene and was really disgusted by the woman's ashes white lotus acting.

Lu Zhaoran stared at her with deep eyes and saw the kiss mark on her neck. His eyes tingled and his voice was mixed with cold anger. "Yanluoxi, come to my office."