Xu Donglie disapproved of the eyebrow: "you look for an Yuanyuan are upset, I still can't know?"
Feng Lulu was surprised. "Mr. Xu, don't make fun of me," she said nervously, "has this really spread?"
"Even if it's spread, it's star entertainment that is damaged. Are you afraid you can't find a job?" Xu Donglie said.
Feng Lulu was even more nervous: "if the truth is spread, an Yuanyuan will be over! But it's not her fault! "
She would blush when she was worried, and a layer of sweat came out of her nose. The apple ripening in the sunshine was not as lovely as she was at this time.
Xu Donglie's eyes flashed a trace of soft, his face is still a cold expression: "you don't look like an agent, but like a nanny."
"I'd rather be her nanny. Maybe I'll know where she is by this time."
"Get in the car. I'll take you to her." Xu Donglie waved his head.
Feng Lulu was suspicious.
"If you stay here and can't find her, why don't you try with me." Xu Donglie chuckles.
Although she doesn't know much about Xu Donglie, she deserves her trust because he helped her last time.
"I would like to thank Mr. Xu first." She opened the door and got on.
As the Land Rover drives forward, it slides out a powerful line, which just falls into the eyes of alpine cold.
In Gao Han's eyes, a trace of worry and loss flashed.
"Xu Donglie won't hurt her," said Xia Bingyan, who came to Gao Han and looked at the distant shadow of Land Rover. "On the contrary, you can't give what he can give Feng lulu."
For example, no one will take Feng Lulu first because they want to hurt the cold.
For example, if Feng Lulu and Xu Donglie do not have so much affectionate past, they will not form a strong stimulation to Feng lulu.
Xu Donglie is enough to give Feng Lulu a stable life.
Gao Han walked towards the car without saying a word.
Xia Bingyan reluctantly looks at his figure and meditates in her heart. One day, you will understand who is the most suitable to accompany you!
Xu Donglie drove through most of the cities and arrived at his destination at 8 a.m.
Feng Lulu almost fell asleep, but she woke up as soon as the car stopped.
"Xu Donglie, where are you?" She looked out of the window in confusion.
It's like a transit point in the suburb of the city, where there is no village in front and no shop behind. A few isolated small bungalows are located here. There are several large tables outside, and the word "mutton steamed bun" is pasted on the glass windows of the small bungalows.
Through the glass window, you can see the house is steaming and full of people.
"Is an Yuanyuan here?" Feng Lulu couldn't believe it.
"Get out of the car and have breakfast first." Xu Donglie pushes the door and gets off.
Feng Lulu was stunned. She forgot about it.
She has experienced too many things in the past two days, and the time is a bit reversed, let alone three meals a day.
She grabbed in front of Xu Donglie and went into the house, "Mr. Xu helped me find someone hard, I'll pay the bill."
Xu Donglie sniffed: "I'm not short of this money. Go inside and find a seat."
Feng Lulu sipped her lips, but she didn't feel embarrassed. She was stimulated enough in the cold because she didn't have money
Xu Donglie brought two bowls of hot mutton soup and some hot steamed buns.
In the early spring morning, when I drink such a bowl of hot mutton soup, I feel energetic all day.
This city is like this. It has all kinds of delicious food and everything you want to eat.
When Feng Lulu held the bun in her hand, an idea suddenly appeared in her mind. Yesterday, the high cold also followed him for a whole day. Has he had a hot breakfast now?
Hi, what is she thinking? She has a girlfriend to take care of her. Is it necessary for her to worry about it?
Feng Lulu regained her mind and continued to drink soup.
After eating a bowl of mutton soup, she felt more energetic and asked, "Mr. Xu, where is an Yuanyuan on earth
Xu Donglie glanced at her: "do you really want to know?"
Feng Lulu turned her lips. Isn't that bullshit?
"I really want to know. First tell me three topics that have nothing to do with an Yuanyuan." Xu Donglie made a request.
Feng Lulu was surprised, and then she understood that Xu Donglie wanted to relax her spirit and not think about an Yuanyuan all the time.
Let's just say that these bosses only know how to grasp the big and let go the small, and they don't understand the real ideas of brokers at all.
Brokers can fight in the front line all the time in order to become popular artists.
However, she was moved by the concern of others.
"Mr. Xu, why do you like this?" She noticed that he had three steamed buns in a bowl of soup.
Xu Donglie's eyes twinkled with profound meaning. "Before, I knew a woman who rented half of the shop to set up a snack stand. The wonton she made was the best, but the daily supply was limited. So many people are willing to get up early in order to eat that bowl of hot wonton. "Feng Lulu can imagine how delicious the wonton made by that woman is. It must be as warm as this bowl of mutton steamed bun.
But, "what's the relationship between wonton and mutton steamed bun?" She asked.
"Because wonton is no longer available." A trace of loss appeared in Xu Donglie's eyes.
"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry." She didn't know there was a sad story in a bowl of soup.
Xu Donglie shrugged casually: "I'm not sorry. That woman lives well. She just doesn't set up a stall to sell wonton."
Feng Lulu
She thought about it and came up with a second topic, "Mr. Xu, the artist Lu Tingting of your company has developed well recently."
Lu Tingting's ancient puppet drama has just been broadcast, and hot search has always occupied the top of a blog.
"If you want, I can give her to you." Xu Donglie said frankly.
Feng Lulu was startled and instinctively waved her hand, "Mr. Xu, you'd better keep it by yourself."
Lu Tingting's face is so cute. Now it's OK to play an old puppet show. It will be a headache in a few years.
Xu Donglie's thin lips began to sneer: "agent Feng, you are not good at this scene. I cheated you out of your heart with a word."
Feng Lulu
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