The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

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Nan Sijue was a little bit intolerant, but in the end he did not continue to press hard. "You have not cooperated with Meng's actions?"

"I refused him directly." Li Qianxi thought of the old man who was full of flesh and blood, and wrinkled in the air, and couldn't tell the excitement in his heart.

"It's really stupid! Do you know what the consequences of the director who refused to play a movie?" Nan Sijue can basically think of using his toes. Li Qiang is in this scene, I am afraid there is nothing mixed. .

"It doesn't matter, I can't go to his play. I can start with small-cost movies and TV shows." Li Qiang shrugged indifferently.

However, it was the most important thing to delete the drama. In any case, he has already achieved the greatest gains in this play.

Xiao Luo’s acting and the acting skills obtained under the pressure of Nan Ge are truly true to themselves.

"Oh..." South Sergeant sneered and shook his head, but did not say anything more, directly hang up the phone.

Turning around, hands on the edge of the pool, he quietly looked at the mirror, the strange and familiar face, only half a call was made.

"South...Southern...Is there any instructions to call me so late?" Su Junjie was still sleepy and was awakened in an instant.

"The news of Meng Dao is sent out. Tomorrow I will see in all the media how big the speculation is."

Since he loves to play the unspoken rules, let the whole world know, but I don't know if he has any chance to do such a dirty thing in the future.

"But Nan Ge, this movie has been filmed for more than half a month. Now the semi-director has ruined it. Isn't that half-monthly waste?" Su Junjie has never seen the South Secretary has such irrational time. He didn't dare to ask what happened, so he had to be cautious and advised to minimize the loss as much as possible.

"If you don't want to do it, you can say it straight." The South Sergeant's fingers tapped on the edge of the marble pool.

I feel that before I can restore my memory, how good is my temper to tolerate such a brainless person, who has been around for a few years.

"Nan Ge, I am going to do it now." Su Junjie was shocked. Suddenly, he thought that the Mengdao must have done something to Xiaoluo, or how the South Columbia suddenly became so terrible.

Although he has never been a star of how to talk, but never has such a phone can make people feel the killing of the bones.

"Yeah." Coldly responded to the sound, the South Secretary squatted on the forehead and hung up the phone.

Pushing the door of the bathroom, I saw the glass of glaze wrapped in a quilt, and a small group sat on the bed.

Her sudden appearance made her scared and took a nap.

"What's wrong?" The South Secretary's voice can gently drip out the water, two steps forward, and the little guy is brought into his arms.

"No, I just woke up and didn't see you. I felt a bit like dreaming." Luo Liyan smiled low and buried his head in the arms of Nan Sijue.

She just remembered what happened in the last life.

It’s no wonder that the desperate endings will make their memories loose in this world.

Fortunately, he did not take him again.

"I am not good, I shouldn't throw you alone in the room at night." Nan Sijue's eyes faintly blame, half-bend down, gently kissed the smooth frontal angle of Luoyan.