Mysterious Young Master, Super Cool

Chapter 1141: Yiming Big Brother

He knew exactly what Peng was, but he still followed her without shrinking.

"Yi Ming, are you ready? We are ready to start." On the off-road vehicle in the distance, the director of the outdoor variety show snarled with exhausted noise.

Compared with Lu Yiming's extremely cool nanny car, the outside is almost a steamer.

The dry season on the West African savannah is not covered.

At this time of the year, if the animals do not migrate and find no water source, it is a major event for the extermination of the tribe.

Where there is no such ghost, Lu Yiming doesn't know what the company thinks, and actually arranged him here?

"Yi Ming, are you ready?"

Not only was the director screaming not far away, even the field affairs began to come carefully to knock on Lu Yiming's window.

Why are you cool yourself, but we're drying the skin outside!

Looking at the sneaky fieldwork outside the window, Lu Yiming closed his eyes proudly, and lay down on the lounge chair temporarily set up in the entire car: "Ahui, go and tell them that Lao Tzu will return to China, and I will not shoot."

A Hui, who was trembling after hearing the words, almost went crazy again: "Little ancestor, you didn't promise well yesterday. After finishing the filming this week, we can go back in advance with the excuse of being sick."

"Okay." Lu Yiming seemed to have compromised.

A Hui thought he had convinced him again, and was going to help him get mineral water out, but he heard the **** lying in a chair pretending to say something like, "Lao Tzu is sick now, and he is going to die. Will you give me back?" "

A Hui: "..."

Since Lu Yiming received this strange announcement, this scene of the strike will be repeated every day, and Ahui is used to it.

What can Ahui do with such a proud girl? Is he also innocent?

X

Huaxia at three in the afternoon.

The weather this season is not as hot as in the previous two months.

But the weather at this time of day is still a bit hard to breathe.

Located on the top floor of the Department of Economics, Xiao Fengyi's office.

On the desk still full of official documents, she wore a plain white cheongsam, a silk-like hair wash draped on her back, and silver-framed glasses, she was working on various documents.

The afternoon sun came in from the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the body. On Xiao Fengyun's thin body, a soft halo was sprinkled on it. At first glance, it was easy to make people have the illusion of being quiet and beautiful.

When the secretary came in, she saw the beautiful scene.

In the soft halo, Xiao Fengxi was so beautiful as a fairy just from the sky, Miss Secretary couldn't help looking at it.

Xiao Fengxi, who noticed that someone had come in but no one kept talking, looked up in doubt, but saw the secretary Miss was smirking and looking at herself.

"What's wrong with you? Why do you keep looking at me and laugh?" Xiao Feng's soft voice, like the spring water flowing in the mountains, injected a clear spring into the irritable heart of summer, so comfortable that people just want to immerse in it.

The secretary and secretary who responded then smirked and handed over the documents in hand to Xiao Fengmin, and then seemed to think of something, saying: "Mr. Xiao, you look so good, right? When I came in just now, I thought Was that fairy of that family descending? No wonder people online today have been discussing you? "

"Discuss me? What do I have to discuss?" Xiao Fengxuan said indifferently.

She has heard too much praise since she was young.

Eighth more.

Finished, what?

(End of this chapter)