The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 17

I lowered my head and took the paper towel, rubbing it vigorously on my face, trying to create the effect of my heartbroken, gasping and blushing.

At this time, the waitress came up, and she seemed a bit unaware of the current situation. I heard her footsteps stopped for about ten seconds before she slowly stepped on my high heels to send my cappuccino up.

The filmmaker pushed me the coffee and said, “It’s hot …. first … drink first, don’t cry.”

I looked up at him for a moment, and he seemed to be embarrassed to scratch his head, and said, “Neither of them are good people! Don’t be sad for these people.”

I said “um”, took the silver spoon and stirred the coffee, then took the cup and took a sip. I felt that the corners of my mouth were rising slightly. To hide this, I used an excuse to wipe off the coffee grounds on the corners of the lips, and took a paper towel and wiped it gently.

I coughed a few times, making my voice sound like after crying, with a little husky taste, “I still … can’t believe it … he’s always gentle to me … I don’t believe it . “

The film prince gave me a quiet look. He shrugged, pretending to be indifferent, and said, “I just want to tell you about this. As for what you do after … whatever you want.”

I pushed the recording pen over and said, “Give it back to you.”

“…”

The film emperor seemed a little overwhelmed. Does he think I will take this pen to question my husband? I think this kind of move is too stupid, and the act of changing yourself from an audience to an actor is tantamount to self-destruction. So I think it’s better to let the film emperor take on this task. He looked a little shy after all.

Before that I need to give him some guidance. I took a deep breath and said, “What if this is fake? Maybe it’s just a synthesis …”

“Impossible!” Said the film emperor, “how could the synthesizer sound like this?”

“I still want to ask my husband myself,” I said. I got up and left, and I didn’t finish the cup of cappuccino. The cup of cappuccino was still hot.

When I stood up, I pretended that I was not careful and didn’t stand firmly, and almost fell down. The film king grabbed my shoulder across the table and supported me. He slowly released his hand when he saw me standing, Said: “Be careful.”

I murmured “um” and went out with my briefcase.

I don’t know if the film director will ask Zhu Ma in person. I estimate that the probability of this happening is about 71.542%. But this is just an episode.

I started to laugh a long time after I left the coffee shop, and today I have maintained my day well. Happy.