Chapter 701

In the spacious living room, the dark curtains in front of the French windows are greatly opened, and the sunlight outside slants in, casting a piece of brilliant gold in the room.

Luo Luo sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding a packet of potato chips in his hand, slowly chewing.

Mouth open and close, face belly bulge, like a squirrel.

Ling Ling and Luo Luo have different attitudes.

With a script in one hand, she kept walking between Luoluo and the TV set hanging on the wall, wiping her head with two scripts from time to time, looking very anxious.

Heavy leather boots, heel pedal pedal on the ground, issued a dull sound again and again.

Luo Luo finished eating a packet of potato chips, slowly took out toilet paper from the tea table and wiped his fingertips: "you've been walking here for more than half an hour, so when are you going to walk next?"

Ling Ling slapped the script on the tea table, and next second, he ravaged his hair again.

"Are you in no hurry?" Looking at Luo Luo's leisurely attitude, Ling Ling feels very angry.

She rushed forward, the whole person like a koala hanging on Luo Luo's body, constantly shaking her: "why don't you worry, why don't you worry?"

Luo Luo once again took out a packet of potato chips from the bottom of the tea table, tore the bag, took out a piece, and nibbled: "what's the hurry? What's the rush? "

Ling Ling

Looking at her natural attitude, I feel speechless?

"No Give me a definite word. What do you think? " Ling Ling comes over and grabs the potato chips from Luo Luo's hands. Luo Luo doesn't make it clear, so she never gives things back to Luo Luo. "Which one do you want to take?"

"I don't know. I think it's all very good. Aren't you my agent? Of course it's up to you to decide, and then tell me. "

Ling Ling

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Luo Luo received the screenplay of Fei an and James, and kept it a secret in the entertainment industry, hardly revealing any information.

In the evening.

Lolo was dressed in black, and his figure was covered. Wearing a cap, sunglasses and a dark black mask on his face, he followed Ling Ling Ling in a very low-key way to the meeting place with director Fei an.

The car drove into Xiangshan villas in a low-key way, stopped at the security check place of the guard, passed the security check, and then slowly drove into the villas.

Although Feian has emigrated for many years, he still owns his own property at home.

This time, in order to meet Luo Luo and his favorite actor, he went all the way back to China overnight by plane.

"Hello, Mr. Fei." Luo Luo took a deep breath and put some local products that he had already prepared on the table of Fei an's living room. Then he sat down on the sofa with a little formality.

Fei an is a middle-aged man over 50 years old. His skin is white and thin. He is wearing glasses with silver frame. His whole body is full of bookish air. He is not warm and friendly.

He poured a cup of tea for Luo Luo, put it in front of her, and then very kind to Luo Luo with a smile: "Ling ye, sit down, drink some tea first, here I am, don't be too formal."