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Chapter 138 It’s not a rice cooker, it’s Mrs. Wu!



Chapter 138 It’s not a rice cooker, it’s Mrs. Wu!

Yu Liangliang and An Meng are simply stunning.

Xiang Xian is worthy of being a photographer.

The photos taken were all of the weaver girl on the grassland. She was wearing ancient costume and her skirt rustled in the wind.

There is no need to pose deliberately, just standing there, your back is full of ultimate beauty.

She was like a goddess born on the prairie, full of willfulness and ambition.

The lens can best express human language.

Anyone who sees it will be shocked and speechless.

This indirectly proves that he took the photo of the weaver with great care.

He is a photographer himself, so there is nothing wrong with that, but it seems that Yu Liangliang has never seen photos from these angles from Director Gao.

Yu Liangliang's eyes lit up: "Brother, you are awesome."

Xiang Xian just smiled and said, "I'll pass it to you."

Although he was clearly interested in Zhiniang, he had a good sense of propriety and never behaved inappropriately.

These photos are really well taken and very shocking. They are perfect as studio photos.

Yu Liangliang was also very polite: "I'll put your name on it when the time comes."

Generally, photos are taken by a certain photographer, so just @ them when the time comes.

Xiang Xian: "No need, just consider it as a gift from me out of my hobby."

He himself has no interest in this industry. Photography is his hobby, and now he has just met someone worth photographing.

I didn't intend to become famous in this industry.

Xiang Xian is indeed good, but there is nothing we can do if Zhi Niang doesn’t call us.

Xiang Xian sent dozens of photos to Yu Liangliang in one breath, but they were all taken from normal working angles.

Yu Liangliang was dazzled by the selection of photos, and he also told this matter to Li Sui who was picking his feet at home.

[Yuan Zhong Liang Ge: Recently, there is a rich second-generation man around Zhi Niang who wants to pursue her, and he even came to the group to become a photographer, but it’s a pity that Zhi Niang is not attracted to him. ]

Li Sui sat up in shock from his dying illness and jumped up from the bed.

She sent a message to Liang Ge in disbelief.

【Li Sui: Why are you saying this now? 】

[Yuan Zhong Liang Ge: I thought he was just joking and would leave in a few days, but I didn't expect him to stay for so long. It's a pity that you don't know how hard Zhi Niang's heart is. She didn't even look at me.]

[Yuan Zhong Liang Ge: He is handsome, rich, and not a playboy. But... I am just curious, has Zhi Niang ever been in a relationship before? She really has no interest at all, as if she has sealed her heart and locked up love.]

[Li Sui: It’s good that she doesn’t like people, but it’s not a good thing if she really likes them.]

People nowadays are not like those in the past. They are a little more particular about marriage and believe it will last a lifetime.

No matter how good a person is, can he or she guarantee that he or she will not change his or her mind for a lifetime?

If there is any more cheating, then Zhi Niang will really be able to do something...

And probably what happened to Zhiniang before was a big blow to her.

Li Sui was not clear about the details, but he knew that there was an important man in Zhiniang's heart who left a deep impression on him.

Although the weaver girl is called a seductress, it does not mean that she likes to seduce men and show off her charm.

She just likes to fan the flames and watch others make trouble.

The louder the noise, the better.

She really had no interest in men, and she was never kind to men when she was in the Demon Sect.

But Zhiniang's words were quite hurtful before. She even complained that the men of the Demon Sect were not good-looking, and she called everyone ugly...

Often makes other people shiver with anger.

But there were no two people in the church who could beat her, so everyone was angry but dared not speak out.

Later, Li Sui taught her not to judge people by their appearance, and Zhi Niang's bad habit gradually improved.

[Yuan Zhong Liang Ge: What if she really finds someone she likes in the future? ]

[Li Sui: That’s fine too, as long as she’s happy.]

Li Sui never thought of interfering in the private lives of the members of the Demon Cult. As long as it does not violate the bottom line of the law, everything can be discussed.

[Yuan Zhong Liang Ge: That’s not allowed either, female stars are not allowed to date!! She is just at the peak of her career, why would she date?]

【Li Sui: ……】

She hasn't even made her debut yet, and we don't know if she will just be a flash in the pan after filming this drama.

She fully believed that Zhi Niang would do something like retiring from the entertainment industry after filming just one movie.

But what Yu Liangliang said makes sense.

What kind of love do female stars talk about!

Li Sui and Yu Liangliang were discussing here, when suddenly, Li Sui received an @ message from the group.

This is very strange. In the Moon Community, there are not many people who would actively @ someone unless she takes the initiative to do so.

Looking again, it turned out to be Zhong Mingjuan.

[201 Zhong Mingjuan: @602 Li Sui, I seemed to see Wu Yang and his first love flirting at the gate of the community.]

[602 Li Sui:? Damn, Brother Yang’s first love actually came to see him?]

【201 Zhong Mingjuan: It seems that they are arguing again. 】

Got into a fight?

Li Sui thought that wouldn’t work, he had to go downstairs to check.

The two people who were arguing at the door were indeed Wu Yang and his first love.

But the atmosphere between the two was by no means an argument.

But Zhong Mingjuan saw his ex-girlfriend pulling Wu Yang's sleeve, and Wu Yang seemed a little impatient.

This is the reality.

The atmosphere at that time was filled with a nostalgic bleakness.

Two people stood in front of a pancake stall, acting out a scene that looked like something out of an idol drama.

"Wu Yang——"

Kong Lexuan looked at the person she hadn't seen for a long time, and her expression revealed a bit of complexity.

It's like three parts nostalgia, three parts sorrow, and four parts pity.

When Wu Yang saw his first love Kong Lexuan, he became much more normal, "It's you."

His tone was light, as if there was no past between them.

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

His eyes were steady and calm.

Until Kong Lexuan came forward and pulled his clothes, she spoke in a trembling voice: "I heard them say that you married a rice cooker..."

"...What rice cooker?" Wu Yang frowned.

Kong Lexuan: "I knew it, how could such an outrageous and ridiculous thing happen? They are just talking nonsense..."

Wu Yang: "That's my legally married wife. It's not an ordinary rice cooker."

Kong Lexuan: “…”

Even though he hadn't seen Wu Yang for many years, he never expected that Wu Yang would become like this.

She was confused: "Isn't that still a rice cooker?"

Wu Yang corrected: "It's not an ordinary rice cooker, it's my wife!"

Kong Lexuan: “…”

She is about to curse.

Damn it, she knew she hadn't seen Wu Yang for many years, but she definitely didn't want to see the person she once liked become so abstract.

If she had not been transferred back to Xiacheng this time and accidentally learned about Wu Yang's news, I'm afraid they would never have the chance to meet again.

She did want to come and see him, but she definitely didn't want to see Wu Yang like this.

She couldn't believe it: "Your parents drove you crazy?"

But Wu Yang's tone was clear: "I'm not crazy, I'm normal."

Kong Lexuan: "You've married a rice cooker!"

Wu Yang: "It's my wife! You should call it Madam Wu."

Kong Lexuan: “…”

Her expression was about to crack.

The two of them kept talking over and over again.

The owner of the pancake stand next to him: "..."

A colleague from the out-of-tune team who was listening to his real-time report in the headset: "..."


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