The little girl is cute and cute, her eyes are clear and clean, how could she be like what is said on the Internet.

Those black powder navy soldiers are really damn, such a soft and cute little girl is even willing to target it.

Qian Qinghan couldn't hold back, and touched Rong Huang's head again.

The hair is too soft.

Think rua.

Qian Qinghan looked at Rong Huang, and the cute material control psychology that few people knew quietly rose.

"Sister Qinghan, hair..." Rong Huang looked at Qian Qinghan, who was touching his head again, and whispered.

Qian Qinghan recovered, and quickly withdrew his hand, looking at Rong Huang apologetically, "I'm sorry." He couldn't hold back.

Rong Huang smiled, not paying attention.

Girls like Qian Qinghan are likable.

Rong Huang was intently bowing his head to eat vegetables, suddenly he felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

Well?

After eating the food, Rong Huang blinked, looked sideways, and saw a hand.

A hand belonging to a man.

Following this hand, Rong Huang moved his sight all the way and saw a greasy middle-aged man's face.

The man had a cordial smile on his face, with a wine glass in his hand, and his tone was unclear, "This is Miss Rong who plays the second female role?"

Rong Huang wanted to hit someone a little, so he just nodded.

The man smiled even more, moved closer, and raised the wine glass in his hand, "How about a drink?"

As the man approached, Rong Huang smelled a foul smell.

Everyone’s soul has a taste, and whether it smells good or not depends on whether I do a lot of good things or bad things in daily life.

Obviously, the man in front of him had done a lot of bad things, and his whole body was exuding a stench from the sewers.

Rong Huang's frown moved a little away, he noticed the man's unkind look in his eyes, and thought of what Han Wan had told him repeatedly before.

Rong Huang's delicate fingers curled up, it seems that the king is really charming.

If she is dressed like this, if she adds a big cloth bag, she can go directly to the vegetable market to buy food, but she did not expect that someone would still be watching her.

The people at the two tables looked towards Rong Huang with different eyes.

Qian Qinghan looked at the investor, Mr. Zhao, with disgust in his eyes.

Zhao is always well-known in the circle and loves to raise small stars. Those female stars who have him as a backer all have nostrils looking at people, and they can't do it.

Seeing this, Zhao Zong is 80% after Rong Huang.

"Mr. Zhao, Rong Huang is still young and can't drink, I'll drink with you." Qian Qinghan said he was going to pick up the glass in Mr. Zhao's hand.

Mr. Zhao glanced at Qian Qinghan displeasedly, why is this little star so uncomfortable?

Didn't you see him hunting for Yan?

Mr. Zhao pulled Qian Qinghan's hand away, his tone was not very good, "I'm asking Miss Rong to have a drink."

Upon seeing this, the director quickly stood up and acted as a peacemaker, "Mr. Zhao is young, let's drink with you."

Mr. Zhao was interrupted twice in a row, and he was already very unhappy, and after drinking a few glasses of wine, he became more irritable, "I want to drink Rong Huang today, it's useless for anyone to come!"

Rong Huang touched his chopsticks, and in his heart estimated how likely it is that a chopstick will stabb Mr Zhao to death.

But there was still a smile on his face, as if he was a seventy-two line star who was really temperless and everyone was kneading, "It's okay, just have a drink."

Rong Huang smelled the wine quite fragrant when Qian Qinghan was drinking just now, and Han Wan forbid her to drink, but a glass was still fine.

Rong Huang didn't take the wine in Zhao's hand, poured a glass by himself, then lifted his chin and drank it.