Early in the morning, he could talk to Bo Siyan peacefully. Qin Songyao felt that the sun really came out of the west.
The most amazing thing is that after a long day, there is no cold.
She thought, it was estimated that she was drunk last night, and I got along well with Bo Siyan.
"If I raise this dog, I have to give him a name? What do you think is good?"
"Xiaobai." He was perfunctory.
Qin Songyao was abandoned, "No feature."
"Then take it yourself!"
Qin Songyao laughed.
He is really, he can't say him at all.
"Forget it, I think it."
She stood up and went upstairs to change clothes. After passing the platform on the second floor, she found that there was a petal on the ground.
Some clips flashed in the mind.
A soft lips.
She blinked and quickly touched her lips.
dream?
It should not be true.
Last time Bo Si led his epilepsy, she kicked him out of bed, and with his pride, she should not touch her again.
"Snow Cake."
Suddenly there was a sound on the phone.
Qin Songyao returned to God, "Ah, snow cake, what snow cake?"
The opposite squeezed, "Nothing, hang, call me less."
"oh."
As soon as she fell, she hung up.
How ruthless and ruthless.
Qin Songyao shook his head and walked into the room.
Suddenly, a pace.
Snow cake?
There is a puppy, called Wangwang.
Wangwang Snow Cake?
He was so silent for so long, was he thinking about the name of the puppy?
It happened that the dog cubs were all white.
See ghost.
The topic of discussing the name of the dog is already very anti -Bo Siyan. It is normal for him to perfunctory her, and he will think carefully.
Yesterday's wine was poisonous?
Still Bo Siyan was ghost.
"Mrs., what is the name of this dog?"
Downstairs, the servant asked.
Qin Songyao stretched his head from the railing and responded subconsciously: "Snow Cake."
"ah?"
No.
Snow cake, the name is too grassy.
Her dog cannot be called this name.
Qin Songyao was tangled in his mind, but his mouth responded quickly and repeated it again.
"It is called snow cake, the snow cake of Wangwang Snow Cake."
"Why is it called such a name?" The servant couldn't cry and laugh.
Qin Songyao thought, but I didn't take it.
She was shaking in the corridor and wanted to find a little memory. After returning without merit, she had to go back to the room.
Pack, go out.
There was no play today, she had to report to Wang Dao's crew.
"Nanshan South" has basically been killed. Xu Ying has to borrow the venue borrowed from other crews.
When she arrived at the Film and Television City, Wang Dao's little assistant waited for her at the door.
After all, it is the shooting area. The shooting equipment is everywhere. Qin Songyao is very careful throughout the process. When she arrived at the makeup room, she was relieved.
"Wang Dao has gone to the scene, decorate the equipment according to your requirements." The assistant said.
Qin Songyao is very grateful, thanks to the word.
The makeup artist came in, looked at her face, and said, "You have a good skin condition, I can save a lot of effort."
"Yeah?"
As soon as you talk about skin care, the topic is opened.
"I don't have all the artists who have your skin, and I can also work happily. You don't know that when you encounter two skin condition poor, the request is really against the sky, thinking that the makeup artist is a plastic surgeon." The makeup artist voiced.
He said, "The ancestor who took this role before, do you know? My God, I do n’t know what's going on, beautiful is beautiful, just like I do n’t sleep at night, and my skin state is poor.”