Master Pei’s Wife is a Devil Concubine

Lu Shang looked back, as if he was looking for something.

big wood...

herbivore...

Who is the girlfriend talking about?

If it was his girlfriend talking about him, Lu Shang could barely accept it.

But a herbivore... Lu Shang can say with certainty that he is not a herbivore, he is a carnivore!

After establishing a relationship with Nan Miaomiao, Lu Shang tripled his weekly fitness time, but even so... it wasn't enough to consume all his energy!

Once some things are opened, it is like a flood bursting its embankment, with turbulent waves and violent waves, and it is out of control. He has a certain understanding of himself, and he is afraid of scaring his girlfriend.

But this side endured a lot of hard work, but they didn't know Nan Miaomiao's side, so they were all anxious!

Knowing that she likes muscular men, Lu Shang practiced a very beautiful body, which is very charming hidden under the gentle appearance. Nan Miaomiao is satisfied, but... there is no need for a fart!

In fact, from the past two days, Nan Miaomiao has also changed the WeChat note name for Lu Shang to herbivore! !

Instead of thinking about that bad boyfriend, Nan Miaomiao was in a beautiful mood again when she looked back at her beautiful roommate walking over from a distance.

"My cub!"

The two happened to meet in front of Jin Fengze and Long Dahai. Nan Miaomiao approached with a small face and looked at Su Ji from top to bottom. "It's so beautiful, I'm about to be crushed by you!"

Su Ji was answering WeChat in her hand, and the long manicures would not affect her typing speed. This special function has always been an unsolved mystery of human beings in the eyes of straight men.

What's even more amazing is that Su Ji, a little demon concubine who came from thousands of years ago, can master this skill immediately without adapting at all!

She laughed and told Nan Miaomiao to stop making trouble, "It's impossible to break the wan straight, but it's almost the same to break the wan straight."

I swear to God, what she said was just nonsense, and she didn't substitute any real objects.

But Nan Miaomiao's expression suddenly became meaningful.

What Su Ji was replying to was his fiancé's WeChat.

At this moment, the number of netizens waiting in the live broadcast room is astonishing. Fans are cheering for their home. Various special effects of gifts ebb and flow on the big screen, and fireworks explode into the sky one after another. It is as lively as the New Year.

Fans are looking forward to the upcoming red carpet session, and Pei Huai, who has already projected the screen of the live broadcast room to the big wall of the office, is one of them.

He is Su Ji's most veritable husband fan.

In a sense, he can be regarded as a success in chasing stars.

The pop-up screen is full - [When did it start? 】

[I'm really looking forward to Miss Xi's look today! 】

[Miss Nan, Qingqing! When did you come out and panic me to death! 】

【My husband will come today too? I really want to soul wear the cub in my husband's belly! 】

[I was so anxious, so anxious, so anxious! 】

Seeing a certain president is also irritable.

But he is not an ordinary fan, he is a family member.

If you want to know when it will start, you can know in advance through private channels.

Then, Su Ji received a WeChat message from his fiance.

After hooking up with Steaming, a certain CEO directly blocked the pop-up screen in the live broadcast room.

Inexplicable sense of superiority.

And when Nan Miaomiao caught sight of Mr. Pei who was chatting with her roommate, that meaningful expression became even more mysterious.

It's almost the same to straighten wan...

Wan's straight...

Wan's...

As a gossip girl, Nan Miaomiao had heard some rumors about a certain Pei surnamed Gaolingzhihua before.

em...

Almost a stone hammer...

"Jiji, Miaomiao," Long Dahai smiled, suggesting that the two of them walk the red carpet together and be the first to appear.

Nan Miaomiao was very willing.

Su Ji also said, "No problem."

She temporarily put away her phone.

Then Long Dahai then asked the two beauties in front of him, "Have you figured out how to appear?"

"How to play?" Nan Miaomiao blinked.

Su Ji, "Let's go out on two legs? Otherwise, how else can I get out?"

Long Dahai, "..."

As the two cooks who are difficult to squeeze CP, they are still not corrupt enough ideologically...

The emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuchs were in a hurry, Long Dahai gave them advice, "How about you hold hands and go out?"

Su Ji, "vomit—"

"Sorry," she looked up at the others, "I couldn't hold back."

Nan Miaomiao squinted at her.

Jin Fengze's addiction to directing dramas started, "Or Miaomiao walked to the middle position and pretended to stumble, and you helped her up, and the two of them rotated 360 degrees under the camera, and you held her position..."

"..."

"..."

This time, even Nan Miaomiao let out a sound of disgust.

The corners of Jin Fengze's eyes twitched slightly.

I think he has made many classics over the years, historical palace dramas, costume fantasy masterpieces, and shocking war movies... He has won numerous awards, and the average score of a certain film is not lower than 8.0. He has never been so disgusted by anyone.

"That..." Jin Fengze gave a 'hehe' smile, "Maybe I'm not very good at urban romance."

Su Ji, "Director Jin, be more confident."

Nan Miaomiao, "Remove 'possible'."

Judging from the plot he just directed, he just wasn't good at it.

Even the director Huang Huayu of "Billions of Stars" is not uncommon to film that plot.

What else is "possible"?

Blind modesty.

But by this time, Su Ji already understood what was going on in the minds of these two directors.

Seeing that the two aunts were not very cooperative, Jin Fengze and Long Dahai looked at each other, embarrassed to lobby.

They all understand that twisted melons are not sweet.

Su Ji looked at the aggrieved expressions of the two, "Don't worry about the two directors, I'll improvise when the time comes."

These words are obviously perfunctory. Both Jin Fengze and Long Dahai can hear it, but in fact, Su Ji's natural enthusiasm alone is enough for today's press conference. In fact, the request just now...is also what the two directors wanted. Satisfy a little of themselves...

"Okay," Jin Fengze looked at the time again, "There are still ten minutes left, get ready!"

"Only ten minutes left?" Nan Miaomiao glanced behind her, the makeup artist hurried over to touch up her makeup, and the assistant also came over with water.

It feels like there are still many things to prepare.

Long Dahai clicked into the mobile phone live broadcast room to take a look at the current situation, and Jin Fengze checked his speech for the last time.

The editor-in-chief of today's press conference is controlling the staff of all parties in the headset.

The tense little atmosphere 'scrambled', and those who were in a bad mood had already started to shake.

But Su Ji...

She sent a message to her fiancé on her mobile phone.

"There are still ten minutes left."

There is a second reply: I have plenty of time, can I make a phone call?

Su Ji thought about it, and thought it was a good way to pass the time.

She raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to reply with a word: OK.

People come and go around, in a hurry,

At the entrance of the red carpet, Su Ji was calmly talking on the phone with his fiancé.

What is a boss?

Taishan is on the top, and the mentality is still stable~