My Lift As A Top Star In A Book

After finishing speaking, Qin Nuan turned her head and waved to Wen Yihui, "Yihui, go get busy first! You and I have something to do with Brother Zhan!"

"Okay, Sister Nuannuan. You have to go back to rest early, don't get sunburned!"

After Wen Yihui finished speaking, he smiled obediently and waved to Qin Nuan, then ran away.

Seeing that he finally left, Qin Nuan looked back at Song Zhan, rubbed his palm, and asked, "What's wrong with you!"

"I'm jealous!" Song Zhan answered bluntly.

Qin Nuan burst out laughing when she heard this, and said nonchalantly, "Why are you being jealous of a child?"

Wen Yihui looks weak and weak, he is an actor she met in the previous recording program, and he is also a popular traffic niche. However, she only regards this boy who is three months younger than her as her younger brother.

Song Zhan said with a low face, "He likes you, it has nothing to do with Xiaobuxiao!"

Qin Nuan grabbed Song Zhan's hand, smiled and comforted, "There are many people who like me, so you can't make fists for everyone, right?"

"Are you trying to comfort someone? How can I see your eyes are full of pride!" Song Zhan said, raising his hand to pinch Qin Nuan's waist in dissatisfaction.

Qin Nuan couldn't stand the itching, so she quickly softened her body, leaned on Song Zhan's shoulder, and said, "He said he knew I liked you, so he would never steal me from you, so you put your heart on it." In the belly!

Besides, we still have to film together in the next few months, so don't let your personal affairs affect your work. "

Song Zhan raised his jaw slightly, and said forcefully and aggrievedly: "Then give me a kiss, and I won't be angry!"

Qin Nuan coaxed: "Okay! I owe you first, and I will make up for you next time!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Nuan nimbly withdrew from Song Zhan's arms and stood up again.

Song Zhan snorted softly, seeing that Qin Nuan was about to slip away again, "Then remember that there is interest, the daily interest rate is 200%."

Qin Nuan gritted her teeth, "Loan usury! It's so dark!"

After finishing speaking, Qin Nuan turned and walked towards her nanny car.

Looking at the back of the little girl who was full of anger and didn't look back, Song Zhan smiled softly, then picked up the phone, and added another line of writing on his notepad.

At the end, he counted, and Miss Qin Nuan had signed eight kisses with Mr. Song Zhan.

Seeing He Wen running over to hold an umbrella for himself, Song Zhan quickly turned off the phone screen and coughed softly.

He Wen put the parasol on top of Song Zhan's head, and said, "Master, I have already received the courier you asked me to collect. It is a pink bag. Do you want to send it to Diyuan?"

Song Zhan nodded slightly, "Well, let's put it in the storage room."

He Wen couldn't understand why Song Zhan had to send the bag to his home address secretly, and asked curiously: "Master, if you want to buy YHY's bag for Miss Qin, you can just ask your wife to send it from home." , why do you entrust the purchase and send it to my house? What if I buy a fake product?"

"Your imagination is really rich."

Song Zhan turned his head to look at He Wen, and said expressionlessly: "Unfortunately, none of the words were guessed correctly."

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After returning to the nanny's car, Qin Nuan asked Li Jing for a drink, "Bring me a bottle of orange juice from the refrigerator!"

Li Jing pushed a thermos cup in front of Qin Nuan, the temperature was still displayed on the cap, forty-two degrees Celsius, just right.

"Brother Zhan said that you can't let you drink iced drinks. It's not good for your health. This is the chrysanthemum cassia seed tea I made for you. It has the effect of clearing away heat and lowering internal heat. It's the exclusive secret tea bag that Brother Zhan gave me."

It's the scorching heat in July, and only iced drinks can cool down.

Qin Nuan took away the thermos bottle without a word, and made a gesture to drive the small refrigerator in front of the seat, but Li Jing quickly pressed the door of the refrigerator.

Looking at the refrigerator door firmly pressed by Li Jing, Qin Nuan felt that she should be the worst female artist in history, annoyed and helpless, "Li Jing, are you my assistant or Brother Zhan's assistant?"