Blast! The Group Favorite Fake Daughter Was Spoiled By the Film King and Cried

Tang Yichen didn't finish his sentence, but Gu Zhiqi understood.

"Follow." He casually dropped the two words, then continued to walk down the mountain with the basket on his shoulders.

Before turning around, he glanced calmly at the white fan in the man's hand.

Feeling Gu Zhiqi's gaze, Su Yunling tapped the fan lightly with her fingers, looking at the girl's back, her eyes darkened slightly.

When the others heard the words, they all looked happy.

The fog in the mountains was too thick, there was no signal in the mountains, and the rain kept going. They walked around the mountains for a long time without getting out.

Now that someone finally took them out of the mountain, wouldn't it make people happy?

"Hey? Gu Xiaoqi, do you really know the way?" Seeing Gu Zhiqi answering, Tang Yichen immediately followed Gu Zhiqi's footsteps and asked curiously.

"En." Gu Zhiqi responded perfunctorily, and continued to walk forward.

Tang Yichen wanted to say something more, but suddenly, his shoulders were hooked, and he was forced to slow down.

"Oh, what the hell, Luogou, what are you doing? Scare labor and capital."

Su Luo suddenly came up, hooked Tang Yichen's shoulders, and smiled obscenely. Tang Yichen said that he was really frightened.

"Hey, what's the name of the little fairy, Gu Xiaoqi, right?"

Looking at the wretched smile on his face, Tang Yichen knew what he was up to.

"A word of advice, give up your thoughts." Tang Yichen said, raised his hand to pinch his wrist, and threw away his hand hooked on his shoulder with a look of disgust.

Su Luo is a manager, and has brought out many artists, all of whom are at the level of actor and actress.

Now, he only has two artists under his command, and he doesn't need to worry about them. He can't be idle, so he has been looking for new artists recently.

Right now he doesn't say clearly, Tang Yichen knows that he is planning to lure Gu Zhiqi into the entertainment industry.

But, could Gu Zhixi be an ordinary little girl?

The little girl looked like a little witch who liked to act recklessly. If Su Luo really signed her, his leisure time would really come to an end.

"If you don't try, how will you know if it will work?" Su Luo automatically interpreted Tang Yichen's words as that the little girl is not easy to kidnap.

Tang Yichen seemed to dislike him as if he couldn't see him, he raised his hand and stroked his chin for a while, then suddenly quickened his pace and strode after Gu Zhiqi.

Strange to say, the little girl looked like she was strolling in the garden, but her speed was surprisingly fast, and she left everyone behind in a blink of an eye.

Moreover, the mountain road is rugged, but she walks like walking on flat ground.

Although Su Luo was surprised, he didn't think deeply about it.

Seeing that Su Luo would not listen to persuasion, Tang Yichen could only wish him good luck in his heart.

"Know him?" Su Luo walked forward, and there was another person beside Tang Yichen on the back foot.

"It's the little girl I told you about earlier, the one in the kidnapping case in the western suburbs of Haicheng." On the first day he came to Yueqi Village from Haicheng, Tang Yichen told Su Yunling about Gu Zhiqi .

Of course, apart from the fact that Gu Zhiqi overthrew a dozen strong men by himself, he also told Su Yun all the gossip about Gu Zhiqi. As for how much Su Yun listened to, I don't know. .

When Su Yun heard the words, her pretty peach eyes half-closed lazily, looking at the little girl's back as she drifted away, and said in a lazy and carefree tone: "Little girl, you're quite mysterious."

Listening to Su Yunling's words, Tang Yichen blinked.

"Mysterious? I can't say it, but I can do it a little bit." Tang Yichen thought he knew Gu Zhiqi fairly well.

Apart from the kung fu that I don't know where I learned it, there is no other mystery.

Su Yun looked at the girl's trousers and shoes that were not stained with a trace of water drops or mud like him, but smiled and said nothing.