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Chapter 606 Relying on the paparazzi's top scumbag queen 45

"stop!"

Officer Zhou ran over in a hurry.

Zhang Yan glanced at the gun in his hand, turned around and ran into the next room.

Officer Zhou yelled and hurried after him. Unfinished buildings were extending in all directions. Zhang Yan relied on her familiarity with the terrain and led the men to turn left and right, and turned into a dead end.

Looking at the person standing quietly in the corner, Officer Zhou looked surprised and looked around subconsciously, fearing that he would fall into a trap.

"Don't worry, I'm the only one here."

The girl smiled and walked forward.

Officer Zhou picked up the gun warily and pointed at her: "Stop! What do you want to do?"

A few minutes later,

Officer Zhou left with a dazed look on his face. The police officer who finally found him looked worried: "Boss, are you okay? By the way, where is Zhang Yan? Have you caught him?"

There were worries on several faces, and there were two people pinching behind them.

Officer Zhou stared blankly for a long time, then looked away and said in a deep voice: "Run away."

"Ran?"

Several people exclaimed and couldn't help but look at each other.

Officer Zhou's face was full of frustration: "She was too familiar with the terrain here. I chased her for most of the day and was knocked unconscious by her."

Hearing this, several people sighed immediately. Indeed, that group of people like to go to sparsely populated places like this. It is normal for them to be familiar with this place.

Several people led others back to the station.

Suddenly, there was the sound of slow footsteps in the quiet unfinished building. A scantily clad girl walked out of the corner with her knees covered with blood. She squinted and looked into the distance. The sky was gloomy and stormy.

Come.

"Okay, card!"

The director took the microphone and shouted.

Immediately, Cheng Qian quickly stepped forward with a coat and wrapped Xihe. The assistant then handed over a hot water cup: "Sister Luanluan, drink hot water."

In autumn, the weather gets colder. Everyone understands and doesn't think the two are exaggerating.

Especially with the latent brown sugar water, warm baby, and hot water bottle, everyone knew that Xihe’s aunt was visiting.

The director also understood the situation and said, "Wei Luan, please go back first. You have finished shooting today's scene. Have a good rest."

Xihe quickly said: "Thank you, director."

Back at the hotel, Cheng Qian put Xihe directly under the quilt. The assistant was a little worried: "Brother Qian, I'll take care of Sister Luanluan here."

Cheng Qian boiled brown sugar water without raising his head: "No, let's go out."

The little assistant was confused, "Why don't you use it?" But what if Sister Luanluan gets in pain at night? But what she fears most on weekdays is Cheng Qian, who glances at her with a cold look, and she feels a chill on her neck.

Suddenly I didn't dare to say anything and left the room with worry.

The door was closed, Cheng Qian walked over, locked it, turned around and went into the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, brought it to the bedside, took out the makeup remover, etc. and used it to remove Xihe's makeup, using gentle movements and wiping it carefully.

Since he stayed with her, his ability to take care of others has improved rapidly.

False eyelashes, lipstick, eye makeup... all the same, all removed. Seeing that colorful little face become clean, white and tender, his tightly pursed lips raised slightly.

"A Qian..."

Xihe opened his eyes in confusion.

"coming."

Cheng Qian quickly wiped his hands, walked to the bed, took off his clothes and got on.

A hot body came in. Xihe leaned over, put his head on his chest, and rubbed it: "Sleep with me for a while."

"Um."

Cheng Qian hugged him tightly.

Time passed little by little, night fell, and there were gradually more people in the hotel.

The little assistant held her hungry stomach, opened the door and walked out of the room. As soon as she raised her head, she saw him walking out of his artist's room, carrying a mobile phone and room card in his hand.

The assistant's eyes widened and he subconsciously closed the door.
Chapter completed!
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