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Chapter 49

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Tang Jinyu stood still and didn't dare to make any big movements. After all, this girl had the ability to attract everyone's attention.

Jian Qi smiled and walked slowly toward him. Her smile was a little provocative. "Why don't you run?"

"Don't go too far!" Tang Jinyu lowered his voice and his body was filled with coldness.

"Little Tang Tang, look at my lunch box. It's already cold. I'm so pitiful!" Jian Qi looked at him with a wronged expression.

"Are you done? If you are, then leave." His deep and cold voice was very oppressive.

Jian Qi slowly ate her lunch box and smiled. "Little Tang Tang, when are you guys going to …"

"Shut up."

Jian Qi was happy. "I can shut up but I'm very thirsty now. Do you want to buy me some water?"

Tang Jinyu took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "What do you want to drink?"

Jian Qi raised an eyebrow. She didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

"It feels great …" Jian Qi smiled. "I feel so good when I think about Little Tang Tang buying me a drink!"

Tang Jinyu's eyes darkened. "Go back and wait. I'll send it to you in five minutes!"

Tang Jinyu then turned around and left.

He kept the communication line open for today's mission.

"Send a piece of cool stuff to Jian Qi." Tang Jinyu ordered the person on the other end of the communication line.

Everyone was surprised.

Jian Qi returned to her seat. Coco couldn't help but frown when he saw her smile. "Why are you looking for Qiao Bo's manager again?"

Jian Qi smiled and didn't say anything.

Coco sighed. Girls in puberty were really not easy to educate.

Moreover, was it really necessary to be so happy just to talk to him?

In five minutes, a piece of cool stuff was sent to Jian Qi.

"You bought it?" Coco frowned.

Jian Qi smiled but did not say anything. She looked at Tang Jinyu.

It seemed like they were going to take action today.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for it to be delivered in five minutes!

She took the script and scanned through everyone's scenes for the day.

In the end, it was a scene where they had to transport firearms at night.

"Coco, tell the director that I can't do the scene tonight because I have something to do."

"What's wrong?" Coco asked.

"I didn't rest well last night. I want to rest early," Jian Qi said.

Coco didn't force her. Indeed, she had been filming intensely for the past few days, and it was time for her to take a break.

Jian Qi finished filming in the afternoon and returned to the hotel at six o 'clock.

Since Coco had something to do, Jian Qi sent the assistant away and closed the door of the hotel room.



At eight o 'clock in the evening, the crew was filming on location.

Everything was ready at the dock, and the boxes of ammunition were loaded onto the ship.

According to the plot, after a gunfight on the shore, the firearms would leave the dock until the ship disappeared into the sea. In order to make the plot more realistic, the ship kept sailing away.

"Cut!" The director said, "Pass, prepare for the next scene …"

Qiao Bo turned around and went ashore. His agent walked over and looked at the ship that was slowly disappearing into the night. He let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

But just in case, the agent still had to make sure that the goods were delivered to the other party.

"Lil Tang, come here for a moment," his agent said.

Tang Jinyu approached him respectfully. "What's the matter, Brother Zhou?"

"Remember to send Acting Emperor Qiao back to the hotel later. I still have something to take care of." After saying that, the agent turned around to greet Qiao Bo.

Tang Jinyu didn't move and said in a low voice, "How are things on your side?"

"Boss, everything is normal … The target has appeared!"

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