Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Sister Ying couldn't say too much, she just smiled: "Maybe... physiological disorders?"

Her words are suggestive, because everyone knows that President Qin's lace has been reduced recently.

Nana covered her mouth and laughed, "Sister Ying, you are poisonous."

As she patted Sister Ying’s arm, "Your company has dug up treasures. I really haven’t seen a few years of retiring. I can still be so popular once I come back. Then I will take out one or two films that I can get. It’s beyond the first-line status."

Sister Ying nodded: "It has been a pity for the past few years! But..."

She changed the subject, "A few years ago, she suddenly became popular, so it's okay to retreat. After all, at that time, she was young and didn't adapt to Vanity Fair. It's just right now."

After all, he was only 23 years old and still very young.

Nana thought about it, and she lowered her voice, "I found no. She looked a lot like Brigitte Lin when she was young. At first glance, she is not very outstanding, but her facial features and body are impeccable, and she is not to be seen. Up."

Sister Ying also laughed: "That's because you like her, it's good to look at."

"Don't you like it?" Nana followed with a smile: "I rarely see Sister Ying helping a newcomer like this."

Sister Ying didn't comment, just smiled and sent Nana away.

When she turned around, Ye Liangqiu hadn't come down yet, so she sent a message to KIME, asking him to watch.

At this time, Qin Anlan and Ye Liangqiu were standing together in his office. He stood smoking a cigarette with his back facing her.

Ye Liangqiu looked at his tight back, remembering what Sister Ying had said in private, and agreed with him.

Qin Anlan is probably physiologically irregular now, so he has a strange temper.

She'd better not mess with her.

He probably smoked half a cigarette before turning his head back, his voice a little dumb, "How does it feel to use his past to sensationalize, Miss Ye?"

His eyes locked her tightly, not letting go of her expression.

Ye Liangqiu didn't have much expression on his face, and it took a long time before he whispered, "Qin always thinks too much."

He came slowly, approaching step by step...

She stepped back step by step, and finally retreated to the door panel, her body pressed against the door panel.

His body is close to her tightly, she can only hold herself, not let her sensitive parts touch him...

But the more so, the more magnified her senses, even the contact of a pore, is enough to make her tremble.

His hands rested on her head, trapping her, and she couldn't move.

"Is it because I think too much?" He lowered his face, and was very close to her, so close that they could see his own existence in each other's eyes.

Ye Liangqiu raised his head slightly, it was like putting his lips to his lips. He could kiss her as long as he spoke.

"Of course, this is all scripted." She looked at him fearlessly, even though her back was sweating and her legs were already weak, even though she knew that her body had changed slightly because of contact with him. But she still looked very calm.

Qin Anlan was sleepy with one hand, and slowly leaned down with the other, from her shoulder to her arm...

Penetrating it bit by bit, occasionally the back of his hand rubbed where it shouldn’t be--

They all trembled at the same time.

The gaze is a bit unfathomable and unspeakable.

But he continued to go down, grabbed her hand, and slowly touched a small book in her hand.

This is a script written temporarily by the director.