Lu Hanjiu cursed in a low voice: "You fairy! You won't be so hot that you will be so hot later!"

Then, he strided hard, hugged Feng Chu and left the VIP elevator.

Huo Qingtong chased after him, but unfortunately Lu Hanjiu was the one who booked the yard in Tiantai today. Only the boss who booked the yard was qualified to leave the exclusive VIP elevator.

The bodyguard stopped him.

Even if he is the best actor, he cannot enjoy this special treatment.

He stood in front of the elevator, watching Feng Chu be taken away by Lu Hanjiu, his heart stolen.

What made him even more unacceptable was that Feng Chu didn't even look at him directly.

He has tried hard to reach the position of actor, can't he make her happy?

What should he do so that she can take a good look at him and see his existence beside her?

Is the man who carried her away really so charming and capable of giving her happiness?

If so, why didn't there be a smile on her face?

Huo Qingtong clenched his fists, stepped suddenly, ran down from the escalator on the other end, and went to the parking lot to chase Feng Chu and Lu Hanjiu...

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Yun Qiao came back a few minutes later and had a glass of champagne in her hand.

She looked around and found that Feng Chu and Huo Qingbing were all gone.

Well, it’s a good job. Actor Huo should have taken Chuchu home and settled it down?

Leave the woman to the man to take care of, and let the scumbags at the scene be handed over to our palace for disposal.

Hum, tremble, slags!

Yun Qiao proudly stepped on her high heels, held her wine glass directly, and stood by the pool, jumping on the slightly higher stage.

She clapped her hands and, as soon as she spoke, she directly diverted everyone's attention: "I am Yun Xiaoqiao!"

In one sentence, the young models in the audience widened their eyes!

What, that shameless agent and his little artist dare to come and fight?

In an angry look, Yun Qiao sneered and said, "Aren't you very unwilling to accept it? Did my Chuchu get the endorsement contract for me? That's OK, the scene is competing. Everyone is better than me, so whoever takes the contract away!"

The young models held their breath: "What do you compare?"

Yun Qiao: "I won't bully you either. Since you are all models, it's better to walk on the stairs. Whoever walks straight will give me my contract to whom!"

No one objected to Yun Qiao's words.

Compared to professional skills, it is obviously the fairest.

But these young models have no special skills, and they still have the ability to walk on the stage. For a moment, everyone was very excited and wanted to compete!

Yun Qiao narrowed her eyes and inadvertently poured the wine glass in her hand to the ground and threw it aside.

She pointed to the steps: "Come on, to be fair, let's go here together, and everyone with the ability can see clearly!"

As she said that, she was the first to start leaving!

Yun Qiao has not received professional training. Although he is very handsome and handsome, he is not a standard, and he is even more unprofessional.

Seeing those little models made me secretly happy!

It seems like the contract is at your fingertips!

They were eager to try, and they automatically lined up and walked along the steps swayingly.

However……

When I walked to the middle of the steps, they looked like dumplings under boiling water, unable to control the ground, and the soles of my feet slipped and slugged into the pool!

"ah--!"

"Help--!"

"I'm frozen to death-!"

The cold pool water made the young models wearing only evening dresses screamed in cold cold!

They didn't even understand how they could slip if they were so professional in their steps!

And that 18th-line actor Yun Xiaoqiao obviously didn't go well, but he was steady and arrogant all the way!

Yun Qiao walked to the end of the game, turned around and raised her chin and sneered: "You are not qualified to fight with me, you are only worthy of being a chicken!"

Her wine glass is not champagne, but a full glass of olive oil.

It would be strange if you don’t let you slip!
Chapter completed!