1293. Chapter 1293 The Woman Who Smokes and Looks at the Flattery (21)

The teahouse was very quiet, Zheng Qiu asked Xia Qiu with a blushing face.

Xia Qiu was in a daze with some resentment.

After Zheng Qiu called several times, Xia Qiu said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Director Zheng, I'm a little tired!"

"I'm sorry Linlang, I, I, I just want to ask you how you feel about the filming these days? Are you still satisfied?" Zheng Qiu's momentary loss was replaced by nervousness, and he himself didn't realize it. Staring at Xia Qiu's exquisite face with bright eyes, he was short of breath.

"Director Zheng, you have to have confidence in yourself. Whether Lin Lang can create a storm here depends entirely on you. I hope you will continue to work hard in the future and take care of you."

What he said seemed to be encouraging, but there was no substance. Xia Qiu had already discovered when Xu Xushan's people were sitting close to them. Of course, there was a wave of people who should belong to Xia Linglong before that.

"Linlang, don't worry, I will continue to work hard and will not disappoint you and Mr. Xu. Linlang, I actually want to tell you..."

"Well, that couldn't be better. It's getting late, and you'll be filming tomorrow. You'd better go back and get some rest early!" Xia Qiu put down her teacup, since all that should be said has been said, there are some things that can't be said yet. Even if Zheng Qiu wanted to say it, he couldn't do it.

"Linlang, me, me...then I'll go back first." After finally mustering up the courage to say something, Linlang beat her to the ground by saying that she was tired.

Zheng Qiu blushed, and ran to the counter to pay the bill, while Xia Qiu looked at the bustling crowd outside the window and found that the car was not far away.

Xia Qiu looked away, and the gauze hat covered one eye, but it didn't hinder her. She could clearly see that Xu Xushan's car was downstairs.

As soon as he got downstairs, Xu Xushan's car arrived.

"Why did you come back so early, sir? Didn't you drink coffee with Xia's daughter?"

"If it wasn't earlier, how would I know that my little thing got mixed up with that poor scholar?"

Giggling laughter sounded, Xia Qiu looked at Xu Xushan with deep eyes, then turned his head and said: "I was working for you, not romantic, what kind of jealousy are you eating, just talking, If you are jealous, it should be me."

Xia Qiu expressed the jealousy and reluctance that a mistress should have, in one sentence, pouted, twisted the handkerchief, and showed it vividly, but it didn't make Xu Xushan feel disgusted, and let him give back the loss that he lost from Xia Linglong. Picked it up instantly.

"I didn't tell you, don't have too much contact with that poor scholar, why did you commit the crime again today?"

It was rare that Xu Xushan's mood turned cloudy, maybe it was because of what he couldn't ask for, maybe it was because of Xia Qiu, anyway Xu Xushan was in Xia Qiu's room that night.

"Lin Lang, what do women like?"

"Do you want to send your sweetheart to please? Xia's family is richer than you. You give gold and silver jewelry, which looks tacky. Do you know what Miss Xia likes as a gift to foreigners?"

"Shouldn't you already know about this?"

"Women's preferences change according to their moods. One likes gold inlaid jade today, and the other may like Western violins tomorrow. I heard that Miss Xia came back from a foreign country, so she has a lot of experience. It can't be compared." Xia Qiu was full of vinegar.

But Xu Xushan was happy again, and the little things that were not good for him were forgotten.