MTL - The Little Merman-Chapter 8

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There is a thick carpet on the corridor, and it goes silent and silent. No one finds Qin deep. Jiang Yue turned his head and saw the face of Qin Shen, and his eyes widened with horror.

Qin Shen was slightly slammed back, and the young man’s head just arrived at his chin. He was slightly awkward. It felt familiar, like the cruise ship that night...

Suddenly in the arms, the young man was pulled by the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man jumped his feet and said to him: "This child is the first thing I see, dare to grab people with me, roll fast!"

It’s one thing to be nosy, it’s another thing to get to his head. Qin Shen smiled coldly, stretched out the young man to the side, threw the jacket to him, rolled up his shirt cuffs, and grabbed the middle-aged man like a chicken, and entered the box behind him.

Jiang Yu holds the man's jacket and waits at the door of the box. The box is soundproof and can't hear the movement inside. The jacket was full of men's breath, and Jiang Yu held a little more in his arms and reached out to touch the flat belly. The corner of his eye saw the same thing in the pocket above the jacket, and it was also full of men's breath, his eyes brightened.

After a while, Qin Shen came out of the box, except that the hair on the forehead was messy, and there was no difference before he followed it. He took the coat from Jiang Yu’s hand and looked down at Jiang Yu. He was a beautiful child. No wonder he was caught by the greasy old man.

Thinking of the feeling of being a genius, he looked up and down Jiang Yu, and he wanted to ask, and a box door at the rear of the slanted door opened. A man wearing glasses yelled at this side. "Jiang Yu, I want to send the directors back. Come in."

Qin Shen looked at the child and ran away, and the door was closed.

It turned out to be an artist. Qin Shen smashed his forehead and instantly dispelled the idea of ​​catching up. There is nothing good about him, but there is a principle that he will never touch the entertainers in the entertainment industry. On the night of the cruise, all the artists who went to the party attended the party on the deck. Although he was not conscious of the medicine, he deliberately avoided the artists and hid the waiters and the bottom of the staff on the cruise ship. A person who is under him is not an artist.

Moreover, the artists on the cruise ship are all thinking of hooking up the gold master. If that night is really an artist, the next morning, it is impossible to sneak away without waiting for him to wake up. He really drank too much, konjac, and casually met a similar person and thought it was the night.

Qin Shen turned and walked to the bathroom without thinking.

In the box, Fang Hao asked the assistant to check out, the director had already sipped on the table, his assistant helped him, and several other sober staff members helped the early screenwriters and producers to go outside. Lin Cheng was pushed by Zheng Ming to go out and ask Jiang Yu next to him. "You are here, where have you been? Haven't you had trouble?"

The level of this club that Fang Wei invited is quite high. This layer is also a VIP box, and both are rich and wealthy. Jiang Yue looks very good, it is easy to attract these people, he has a good example.

It was a trouble, but it didn't matter. He also had a huge surprise. Jiang Yue touched the things in his trouser pockets and his eyes bent into a crescent.

When Qin Shen washed his face and went back to the box, he had no idea to wait for it. He greeted him and went out from the clubhouse and drove back home.

Going back to the residence, Qin Shen threw the jacket on the sofa and just sat down. A round thing rolled down from the pocket bone on the jacket to his feet. He bent over and looked up, turned out to be a pearl.

How can there be a pearl in his jacket? Qin Shen picked up the jacket and looked at the pocket above. It was empty, and a handkerchief that had been folded in it was gone.

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