Chapter 460 The National Sister of the Film and Television Tycoon (33)

Lu Zixi walked out of the bathroom and saw her sleeping on her side, her beautiful silhouette looming under the lamp.

He took a deep breath and walked out.

The butler came over, "Master, do you have any orders?"

Lu Zixi shook his head, "I'll go to the guest room to sleep."

The butler hesitated, just about to say something.

Lu Zixi stretched his legs and went to sleep in the guest room.

But two hours later, in the middle of the night, Lu Zixi, with dark circles under his eyes, hugged a pillow and went back to his room with a cold face.

He accepts the bed.

The bed in the guest room smells wrong, the quilt is wrong, and the mattress is wrong.

Most importantly, he was used to Bai Weiwei's unique soft fragrance surrounding him.

It's the same as being poisoned.

Lu Zixi lay down on the bed, and she slept on that side without leaning over.

He crossed his hands behind his head and looked sideways at her slender back.

She is still too thin. Although she looks good on camera, she is light and weightless in the hand.

More tonic is healthy.

As he watched, his body began to heat up again.

But he just couldn't bear to move his body and went to the guest room.

It's boiling here, and so is the guest room.

But here...

Lu Zixi took a deep breath, her soft and sweet smell filled the bedding.

And the guest room is only empty, cold air.

It was also insomnia, but he still chose to suffer from insomnia here.

Fearing that he would turn into a beast, Lu Zixi had no choice but to take out his mobile phone to divert his attention.

He glanced at Moments, and someone still left him a message, asking to see his sister.

He snorted coldly, pulling black.

In such a short period of time, he almost blocked most of his circle of friends.

Anyone who dares to covet his sister's paper is a hot chicken.

He doesn't make friends with spicy chickens.

After blocking a few people, he quit and went to Weibo again.

Even though it was late at night, Weibo was still having a carnival.

The number one in the hot search is the official photo of "Flowers Like Dreams".

I don't know how many times as hot as the second news that came out.

Super director Xiao Yi.

The talented actor who has come back again.

There is also super traffic star An Qian.

They are all hot search bombs, bustling like a dream, almost as lively as Chinese New Year.

Lu Zixi is used to these things, he glanced at the comments on the official blog boredly, it was normal at first.

Mostly glad he's back for a movie.

But gradually, the message went wrong.

——

"Does An Qian match with Sister Green Tea?"

"It's really a good match."

"I thought Sister Green Tea didn't have acting skills, but looking at the official announcement picture, I feel very impressed."

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Lu Zixi pulled up with a dark face, and saw that the latest official picture was a co-production of An Qian and Bai Weiwei.

On the huge red drum, Bai Weiwei wore a red dress and white clothes, with peach blossoms on her slender fingers, smiling sweetly as she looked at the emperor under the drum.

An Qian was wearing a black robe and combing her hair in a bun. The pale and frail emperor, with affectionate eyes, was lying beside the drum.

The huge impact of black, red and white.

It's almost like an oil painting.

Indeed, with a face.

The temperature in Lu Zixi's eyes became cold, and he gave off a slight chill.

He took the phone away, only to feel that the anger in his body was getting stronger and stronger, but she suddenly turned over, and her long hair fell limply on his arm.

Lu Zixi's body was a little stiff, he just felt that she was close at hand, and her soft breath was blowing in his ears.

He should push her away.

But halfway through her fingers, her slender and fair calf rested on his lap.

The smooth skin touch is simply refreshing.

Lu Zixi didn't dare to move at all.