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Chapter 862

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Becoming Mr. Huo's Woman

As for Song Jingwan's test results — —

Compared to Song Yaoyao, she couldn't even compare.



Song Yaoyao's audition went smoothly.

She nestled in the soft chair and closed her eyes. The sunlight outside the window shone in, making her look like a cat taking a nap.

The main characters had already been chosen. This time, they were mainly choosing some supporting characters.

Moreover, Director Xiao Song's casting was very casual.

She seemed to be taking a nap, but she was always able to make a decision at the crucial moment.

"This is it."

"I want her."

"She's good. It's her."



It was as if they were just going through the motions. There were even some who hadn't even started performing when they realized that a pie had fallen from the sky and hit them.

Then, he came in with a nervous heart and went out with a dumbfounded expression.

Those who didn't know better would think that the person had been reprimanded, and they would feel even more nervous.

In the end, he discovered that —

He wasn't being reprimanded, but rather, he had nowhere to vent his joy!

It only took an hour and a half to complete the casting.

Tang Xinrou gritted her teeth, pounced on Song Yaoyao speechlessly, and pinched her little face hard.

Seeing her dozing off like a kitten, looking cute and soft, he couldn't help but want to ravage her.

"Song Yaoyao! Don't you think you're being too willful with your casting?! "

"I think so, and then?"

Song Yaoyao yawned lazily, stretched her back, and hid.

She whined coquettishly, "It hurts ~"

"Cut it out!" Tang Xinrou gave her a sideways glance. "I didn't use any strength at all."

If he had used too much strength, he would have made her cry long ago.

She felt that there was a saying on the Internet that was very suitable for Song Yaoyao:

If I punch you, you'll cry for a long time, right?

Tang Xinrou might not know about other people, but Song Yaoyao definitely knew how to do it.

However …

The violent little loli, Yaoyao, would make the people who bullied her cry even longer!

"Oh …" The young girl's eyelashes fluttered like a fan. Her skin was white and translucent, and she was soft and cute. "Is there no one else? Then … can we call it a day? "

"Hey —"

Tang Xinrou stared at her speechlessly when she saw that she wanted to get off work and go home to sleep.

"Your Brother Huo shouldn't be at home. Where did you go at night? He looked like he owed a lot of money. Oh, right! What I said just now was, why are you so … "

"Because I'm the boss."

Song Yaoyao interrupted her confidently. Her eyes were especially bright. "I'm the big boss. I have money. I can choose whoever I want."

She chose it because she thought it was suitable. Was there a problem?

"Pfft —" Xu Yue couldn't help laughing.

Tang Xinrou fell silent. "…"

Yes, this was a very strong reason.

She was speechless.

Because what Song Yaoyao said was the truth!

Just like that, Song Yaoyao ended all the problems in a simple and violent manner.

Tang Xinrou held it in for a long time and finally said, "So what if you have money?"

Xu Yue shrugged. "Facts have proven that it is."

"Hmph!"

"Achoo —"

Song Yaoyao rubbed her nose. She was so sleepy that tears were about to come out.

Xu Yue packed her things and walked out. She said with a faint smile, "If you still can't do it, then you don't have enough money. If you can become someone like Mr. Huo, you're also amazing. If you can't, you can also become his woman. "

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Yaoyao, who had been yawning and looking sleepy, turned her head. Her gaze was faint.

"Ahem …"

Her gaze was so threatening that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Xu Yue and Tang Xinrou looked at each other and were scared.

(End of chapter)

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