Chapter 1141 Yiming Boss

Knowing what kind of existence Peng was, he still followed her without flinching.

"Yiming, are you ready? We are ready to start." In the off-road vehicle in the distance, the director of the outdoor variety show shouted at the top of his lungs.

Compared with Lu Yiming's extremely cool nanny car, the outside was simply a steamer.

The dry season on the West African savannah is not a cover.

At this time of year, if animals do not migrate and find water sources, it will be a major event of genocide.

Lu Yiming did not know what the company was thinking in this place where no ghosts would exist, and actually arranged him here?

"Boss Yiming, are you ready?"

Not only was the director shouting not far away, but even the stagehands began to come over and knock on Lu Yiming's car window cautiously.

Damn, you are cool, but we are sunburned outside!

Looking at the sneaky stagehands outside the window, Lu Yiming closed his eyes proudly and lay down on the temporary recliner in the car: "Ah Hui, go tell them that I'm going back to China and I won't shoot anymore."

Ah Hui, whose heart trembled after hearing this, almost went crazy again: "Little ancestor, didn't you promise yesterday that we can go back early on the pretext of being sick after shooting this week."

"Okay." Lu Yiming seemed to compromise.

Ah Hui thought he had convinced him again and was about to help him get the mineral water out, but heard the bastard lying on the chair pretending to sleep say: "I'm sick now and I'm going to die, will you go back for me?"

Ah Hui: "..."

Since Lu Yiming received this strange notice, the scene of the strike has been played out every day, and Ah Hui has gotten used to it.

What can Ah Hui do when he meets such a proud guy? He is also innocent, okay?

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China at three o'clock in the afternoon.

The weather in this season is not as hot as in the previous two months.

But the weather at this time of day is still a little hard to catch your breath.

Located on the top floor of the Economic Department Building, Xiao Fengling's office.

On the desk still piled with official documents, she was wearing a plain white cheongsam, with a head of silky black hair washed and draped behind her back, and wearing silver-framed glasses, working on various documents.

The afternoon sun shone in from the French window on the side, and sprinkled a layer of soft halo on Xiao Fengling's somewhat pale body. At first glance, it is easy to give people the illusion that the years are quiet and the beauty is like a painting.

When the secretary pushed the door in, she happened to see this beautiful scene.

In the soft halo, Xiao Fengling was as beautiful as a fairy who had just descended from the sky, and the secretary couldn't help but stare at her.

Xiao Fengling, who noticed that someone came in, but no one spoke, raised his head in confusion, but saw the secretary looking at him with a silly smile.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you always looking at me and smiling?" Xiao Fengling's soft voice, like the gurgling spring water in the mountains, injected a clear spring into the restless heart of Xia Tian, ​​making people want to immerse themselves in it.

The secretary who reacted then smiled foolishly and handed the documents in her hand to Xiao Fengling, and then as if she remembered something, she said: "Minister Xiao, you are too beautiful, when I came in just now, I thought it was the fairy from that family who came down to earth? No wonder people on the Internet have been discussing you today?"

"Discuss me? What is there to discuss about me?" Xiao Fengling said indifferently.

She has heard too many words of praise since she was a child.

The eighth update.

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