Chapter: 1070

Oh, if I knew it, she wouldn't live in his presidential suite. It's more terrifying than a nightmare!

Fortunately, it's just a hallucinogen, if it's something else... I can't imagine it!

Suddenly, her sympathy for Liu Chengcheng's distribution to Africa disappeared without a trace!

deserve it!

Du Yan rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "I just want to see Fu Yechuan's reaction, the two girls were driven away, wouldn't it be because of this?"

Fu Yechuan's decision didn't even need his consent, he just informed him that he really didn't know anything about the inside story!

"How do I know, you go ask him..."

Su Nan curled her lips and sneered. If the shooting was not imminent, she would have to throw Du Yan in the Pacific Ocean to experience life!

Du Yan dared to ask him, why should I ask you?

But along the way, Du Yan carefully served this ancestor, for fear that no one would speak for him when Mr. Fu settled the score later!

Always fear for yourself!

Arrived at the shooting point.

Du Yan paid a lot of money to rent a floor of an office building, and soon the machinery and equipment were set up and ready.

Leng Lin, Yang Qian and Xu Teng arrived early.

In order to set off the atmosphere of the environment, Leng Lin specially wore a professional-style formal attire.

Yang Qian took the generous and sexy route as usual, the narrow skirt wrapped her waist, and her exquisite curves were set off just right.

As soon as Su Nan came in, the temperature inside was relatively high, so she took off her coat subconsciously, and handed it to Xu Teng who was standing aside and planned to set up a gentleman figure.

Xu Teng walked over quickly, intending to take it, but in the next second, a pair of slender hands cut off the beard...

Yang Qian took her coat from the side and praised, "This Italian brand is custom-made, right? You can't find two pieces that are exactly the same in the world."

Su Nan was obviously a little surprised that she didn't rush to knock on the door of Fu Yechuan's room, but she also felt from the bottom of her heart that this person was not as frivolous and dissolute as he appeared on the surface, chasing fame and fortune.

Immediately, the goodwill doubled.

She smiled politely and familiarly, "Yes, if you like it, I can recommend the designer to you."

The designer is a famous craftsman in Italy, an expert in the fashion circle. He only makes clothes for two people a year. The design styles are all the designer's idea. He strives for perfection. Every piece of clothing is a unique limited edition in the world. .

Nothing comparable at all.

Yang Qian's eyes brightened, but then dimmed.

"Forget it, my clothes are all sponsored by the brand, and I have the final say on what to wear."

Su Nan smiled and didn't force it.

Yang Qian casually handed the clothes to Fu Yechuan who appeared behind, "Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Yechuan glanced at Su Nan, and within three seconds, he reached out to take it, and hung it on the clothes hanger beside him with a blank expression.

As if it was just a matter of hand.