Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The Luo family is notoriously daunting.

Of course, our Ullala ideals are not vegetarian either.

When Ah Wan looked at the little girl with thin arms and legs pulling a hand of hair, she was dumbfounded. She didn't say much harshly: "Pay your grandma's compensation!"

After letting go of the cruel words, we must start the fight!

Suddenly, there was a click.

It's the sound of the milk can pull ring.

Fang Ideal, with the tip of her ears, froze in her hair pulling action. She bit her head and turned her head: "Director, director."

The crew has rules, troublemakers, get out.

This is a crime against the wind, Fang Ideal has a guilty conscience, panting and shivering: "That... misunderstanding."

Everyone swept over and saw the great director pinching the milk jug with two slender fingers. He didn't pour it into his mouth and was swaying around. He was slender and wore an ankle-length black coat. At that station, it looked like a finely-painted pictorial with a filter, behind which was a vast expanse of snow. He walked out of the painting, with red lips and white teeth, looking forward to his posture.

Seven points demon come to three points Jiao.

Coupled with the calm and extravagant spirit spoiled by the rich and the wealthy, it really makes people unable to look away.

He tuned lazily: "Give me the breath first." His eyes fell behind, and the small face under the earmuffs was reflected in the radiant pupils.

Fang Ideal saw that the director was not angry, thinking that she was not here to inquire, she immediately felt confident, stopped the waist straight, adjusted the agitated mood and rapid breathing.

Jiang Zhi calmly said, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Luo Yinghe only glanced at Jiang Zhi, and then felt timid, his eyes erratic, and there was no such thing as talent.

On the other hand, Fang’s ideals, someone is calling the shots, it is called a righteous indignation and impassioned, pointing at Luo Yinghe and complaining: "Her skirt is torn, not to mention that it was our Huifa Naras spinning step, but we have to pay, we don’t. She wouldn't let us go, and even if she humiliated me with words, she said, "She blinked, two lines of tears came down, "I want to hit us...uuuuuuu..."

Everyone: "..."

Sure enough, the acting skills of the weaver girl have nothing to say.

Jiang Zhi took a sip of milk, a parabola threw the jar into the trash can three meters away, then raised his eyes and looked at Luo Yinghe: "Is that so?"

It is not the first time that Luo Yinghe and Jiang Zhi have seen each other. They recognized it when they were young.

When the young girl was pregnant, she, like her cousin, had an admiration for such a beautiful young man. Until that year, when the Luo family was in a big fire, that humble adopted son died in the fire.

At that time, Jiang Zhi was only sixteen years old. He dragged his chronically ill body and went to Luo's house to set a fire. No one dared to stop him, so he watched as the scarlet-eyed teenager smashed the tablet of the Luo's ancestor.

After that, Jiang Zhi and Luo's family had a bad relationship, and Luo Yinghe couldn't have any charming thoughts about him, except for fear.

She knew very well that Jiang Zhi would dare to do anything if he initiated it cruelly.

She stammered, and returned Jiang Zhi's words: "Just, she stepped on it."

Like a stroll in the courtyard, he walked two steps forward with a lazy attitude: "They are both from my crew, or they are just skirts, I will pay for it."

"I didn't step on it." Zhou Xufang, who had been silent, repeated it, "I didn't step on it."

Jiang Zhi walked in front of her, blocking the sight of everyone behind her, and reached out to touch her cotton hat: "It's okay, our crew is not bad for money."

His voice is very soft.

Zhou Xufang was coaxed by him, so he didn't say anything again.

Jiang Zhi turned around: "Make a price."

Luo Ying and how dare to ask for Jiang Zhi's money, their tone and gesture were lowered a few degrees: "Forget it, don't pay."

Forget it?

In his turf, those who bullied him can forget?

Jiang Zhi covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "You are the one who said that you will be compensated, and you are the one who will not be compensated. When my crew is not in charge?

Luo Ying and Huarong paled.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were red from coughing, and he still looked sick, but the pupils of the splashed ink seemed to quench the flames, killing invisible.

"Make a price," he said.

Luo Yinghe was really panicked: "Eight, 800,000."

"Zhao Zhong, give her the money."

After Jiang Zhi gave the order, Assistant Director Zhao immediately waved his hand and wrote a check for 800,000 yuan, which was given to Luo Yinghe's assistant.

Luo Yinghe did not linger with her small faces, and left with the skirt of her skirt.

"and many more."

She stopped, her back was cold.

Behind him, a slow tone came slowly: "The money is also lost, is your skirt my own?"

Luo Yinghe was shocked: "Jiang Zhi——"

He dialed his short misty blue hair: "Take it off."

In front of everyone, he embarrassed her without mercy. Luo Yinghe's face turned pale and red, ashamed and embarrassed, she gritted her teeth: "I'll be sent over later."

Jiang Zhi's expression didn't change, Taohua's eyes melted the cold of three thousand snow: "No, I will take it off now."

This is the first time Zhou Xufang has heard Jiang Zhi talk to someone like this.

He seldom calls himself a master and has a bad temper, but Jiang's family teaches aristocratic manners. He rarely loses his demeanor in this way, but he is also a son of a family. This kind of aura comes out, who dares to disobey.

No one dared to go up and persuade, even the daring social sister Fang's ideals are holding their breath, thinking that the prince is the prince, no matter how weak and sick, he is not a common man, this aura is not comparable to ordinary people.

Luo Ying and the few assistants with him dared not say anything.

Jiang Zhi hasn't much patience anymore: "I still don't take it off, do you want me to find someone to do it?"

"me,"

Luo Ying and tremblingly said a few words of "I". They were already sweating profusely, holding their skirts tightly with their hands, and gritting their teeth no matter how humiliated they were, they recognized each word: "I was wrong. Remember the villain, let me go once."

What if not reconciled?

No matter how wealthy the Luo family is, it is still not enough compared to the Jiang family. Today, she is so soft that she has to accept it.

Jiang Zhi held his hands and stood in front of Zhou Xufang: "What's wrong?"

"The skirts and skirts were scratched by stones on the ground." She was just in a bad mood and wanted to get mad at others, but she didn't expect to be from Jiang Zhi's crew.

"Since I know it's wrong, keep the money, and there," he stepped aside, reached out and held Zhou Xufang's hat, and pulled her to himself, "I bow down another ninety degrees and sincerely give it to her. Apologize."

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Jiang Zhi: You said it yesterday. If you don't add it, it will be a dog.

President Gu: Wang!

Jiang Zhi: A beast, be an individual.

President Gu: Good!

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