He Is Warmer Than Time

The three pillars have private dressing rooms, and Jiang Feng arrogantly enters his dressing room.

As soon as he entered the dressing room, he saw the performance costumes neatly hung on a shelf. Jiang Feng sat down lazily, and the attendant immediately pointed the heater at her, and the makeup artist cautiously began to apply makeup to her.

Before the army could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw the dressing room door cracked open. Jiang Feng's attendant waved, "Army, come here."

The army hurried over with a pleasing smile, but saw Jiang Feng in the dressing room pointing to the costume with an unpleasant expression: "Who borrowed the costume today?"

The army squatted in his heart and asked cautiously: "Sister Feng, what's the matter? Is there any problem with the costume?"

He was afraid that the little girl was not serious, and all of them had been carefully checked. There shouldn't be any mistakes.

Sister Feng looked at people with her nostrils, her voice was fierce: "I'm asking you something, why are you asking me the other way around?"

In the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month, the army felt that there were beads of sweat rolling over on his forehead. He swallowed his saliva and whispered, "I was going to rent the costume today. What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Jiang Feng squinted at him suddenly: "What? Army, want to protect the people under your hand? Believe it or not, I let the regiment commander open you."

The three pillars, even the head of the regiment wants to give them a bit of face, and the army is a messenger, how can you not be afraid?

He reached out and wiped the beads of sweat coming out of his forehead. He didn't dare to say a word. If the little girl was involved today, he might be kicked out directly by Sister Feng. He had to hold on.

Seeing him stubborn, Sister Feng suddenly became angry: "Go and call Director Li over, and immediately ask him to roll over and leave."

Song Ran hurried over, staring at Jiang Feng, her voice neither overbearing nor overbearing: "Brother Jun, I borrowed it, Sister Feng, are there any questions?"

Dajun's face turned pale. This little girl is really a newborn calf and she is not afraid of tigers. She doesn't know that Jiang Feng, who always loves to fight against young and beautiful girls who have no background in the crowd, he is really afraid of this little girl in two The sky was crying and shouting to leave.

Jiang Feng's stern eyes swept over Song Ran and found that this little girl, although she was young, but her vigor, was swept away by her, she dared to still hold her chin.

How arrogant! Dare to be so unruly in front of her, then, she will teach her the principles of life.

Jiang Feng paced up to her slowly, and what was hateful was that even though she was wearing high-heeled boots, she was as tall as the little girl in front of her in flat shoes, and she couldn't crush her at all in her aura.

Jiang Feng raised his eyebrows, his voice did not fluctuate, with a domineering attitude: "I ask you, do you know what I am acting in today?"

Song Ran looked at her directly, and said unhurriedly: "Liang Zhu."

Jiang Feng nodded: "Very good, then do you know what Zhu Yingtai and Ma Wencai wore when they got married?"

Before Song Ran could answer, Jiang Feng asked and replied: "It's Phoenix Crown and Xia Lai, and Xia Lai has it. Where is the Phoenix Crown? I'll ask you, where is the Phoenix Crown?"

Song Ran hummed in his heart, this woman is obviously looking for fault, she is really a ruthless character.

She did not lose the wind, saying every word: "In the script, Zhu Yingtai refused to marry Ma Wencai, so she didn't wear a phoenix crown..."

Snapped!

A loud slap hit Song Ran's face.

Everyone gasped.