Chapter 504
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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Airport Pickup
By the time they arrived at Jiangshui City, it was already dark.
As soon as they got off the plane, the humid air blew against their faces, making Tang Xinrou cry out comfortably, "Awesome!"
The cold in Feng City was dry and cold, and it felt like a knife when it scraped against one's body. She had to put in a lot of effort to replenish her water every day, or else she would definitely dry out like a desert.
And the humid air of Jiangshui City finally made her feel some comfort.
The group took their luggage and walked towards the exit. They saw a sign in the hall with Song Yaoyao's name written on it.
"Yaoyao, look —"
Xu Yue pointed at the young man holding the sign high and asked, "Does anyone else know that you're coming to Jiangshui City?"
Song Yaoyao was also stunned and walked closer with doubts.
Before she could speak, the young man had already said excitedly, "You're Miss Song, right? I was sent by Director Kang to pick you up! Director Kang is still filming and can't leave at this time, so he specially asked me to wait for you here. He said that if you arrived, I would bring you directly. "
"Uncle Kang?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up. "I didn't tell him when I would arrive."
The young man touched the back of his head. "Hehe, Director Kang checked the flight information and specially wanted to give you a surprise. Oh right, Miss Song, my name is Liu Wu, you can call me Xiao Wu! "
Tang Xinrou crossed her arms and pretended to be angry as she teased, "Yo, look, are we all air? Miss Song this and Miss Song that, looks like we're not very popular — "
"Cough … No, no!"
Liu Wu hurriedly waved his hand. He was tall and thin, and looked very smart. Seeing that Tang Xinrou didn't seem to be really angry, he cupped his fists and bowed deeply. "Sorry, sorry, it's all my fault. Beautiful lady, please be magnanimous and forgive me this time!"
"Pfft —"
Tang Xinrou said exasperatedly, "As expected of someone from the film crew, what a drama queen!"
"Hehe," Liu Wu giggled. "Handsome guys and beautiful ladies, the car is already waiting outside. Please come with me. I'll contact Director Kang later and see if he'll take you directly to the set or directly to eat. There's a hotpot restaurant near the Film City. It tastes really good. "
"Hotpot restaurant!"
Song Yaoyao's voice seemed to have gone up a notch, and her eyes were sparkling.
It was a far cry from her tranquil and indifferent appearance just now.
An Feiran and the others snickered.
Shen Xun put one hand in his pocket and casually threw his backpack over his shoulder. The smile in his eyes was not obvious.
Mu Wei followed the group of people out in a daze. This was the first time in her life that she had taken a plane and stepped into a circle that did not belong to her.
Everything seemed unreal.
There were a few nanny vans parked outside. Liu Wu politely said, "Ladies, please get in the car first. I'll take care of your luggage."
Song Yaoyao paused and looked at Liu Wu's lean figure. She hesitated and asked, "Are you sure?"
"It's no big deal! Miss Song, I've done a lot of manual labor in the film crew. Don't look down on me! "
Liu Wu said as he bent his arm and patted his non-existent muscles.
As if to prove himself, he walked to the trunk and picked up a light blue 27-inch suitcase. He howled, "Hey!"
However —
It took him a lot of strength to lift the suitcase off the ground.
If he wanted to move it into the trunk, this little bit of strength was not enough …
"Pfft …"
Tang Xinrou burst out laughing.
Liu Wu was embarrassed. "This … What's in this suitcase?"
He did not lie just now. He had moved a lot of props in the film crew, but this suitcase was as heavy as a piece of pure iron.
Please don't look down on a girl's suitcase. Because there's nothing they can't do in it!
(End of chapter)
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