Chapter 230
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He Ming smiled. "I don't think so."
"Pfft!"
Cong Nianwei, who was sitting at another table, couldn't help but burst into laughter. That woman called Kyoko looks like a virtuous lady, but her eyes are actually sharp enough to swallow Qin Guan whole.
She was still too young to pretend in front of these three men who had been through hundreds of battles.
Look, isn't he just sticking it on purpose?
The scene was about the male and female protagonists falling in love. It was a cold city of steel and concrete, but full of warmth because of the red wine, candles and flowers.
The two of them held their cups and looked at each other. When the atmosphere was at its most intense, they pressed their cups against each other.
Kyoko Fukada smiled sweetly, like a girl falling in love. She was caught in Qin Guan's net of love and desire.
She glanced at Cong Nianwei and rolled her eyes. Suddenly, she leaned into Qin Guan's arms.
The two of them were very close to each other. Kyoko fell into Qin Guan's arms.
"Watch out!" Everyone reminded Qin Guan to hold the girl. Only his friends crossed their hands disdainfully and shouted in unison, "Pfft!"
Qin Guan tried to catch Kyoko Fukada with his arms, but he saw a cunning look in her eyes. She pushed her breasts straight into his arms.
That was awkward. If Qin Guan picked up Kyoko Fukada, he would have to catch something he shouldn't have.
If I don't catch her, it will be unreasonable. What should I do?
Qin Guan's brain worked fast. The arrow on the bowstring had to be shot.
"Aiya, I fell down too, aiya!"
Qin Guan's exaggerated acting skills conquered all the crew members. When Kyoko's chest was only three centimeters away from him, he suddenly leaned back.
Qin Guan used his strong waist muscles to control his back by more than 30 degrees. Then he made exaggerated movements to keep his balance. "Oh, what should I do? Can someone give me a hand? "
Cong Nianwei burst into laughter. Sister Xue covered her face helplessly.
Kyoko Fukada was in a panic. How could the girl control her body like Qin Guan?
Suddenly, Qin Guan's embrace disappeared. Kyoko had no time to retract her strength. She fell straight to the empty space in front of her.
"Bang!" The thick carpet made a muffled sound, and the wine glass in Kyoko Fukada's hand fell to the side, leaving a girl with her face on the ground.
Qin Guan tried to stand up straight again. "I was scared to death," he told his girlfriend in an exaggerated tone.
Before Sister Xue and the others could complain about his behavior, the hall was already in chaos.
"Kyoko, Kyoko!" Yumiko, a chubby girl, rushed into the studio with exaggerated Japanese acting skills, as if her mother had died.
Kyoko Fukada felt dizzy, not because of the fall, but because Qin Guan had avoided her embrace.
Her brain stopped working. Kyoko Fukada had always been successful in front of men with her youthful appearance and innocent smile. His reaction was like a heavy blow to her. It was more painful than when she had hit her face on the ground.
Yumiko helped Kyoko up from the ground. Accompanied by the staff on the side, they temporarily left the work site and went to the rest area on the side to take a break.
Cong Nianwei left the table closest to the set and walked to the table where Lan Jin and the other two were sitting.
Kyoko Fukada was helped to a small round table. Sister Xue grabbed Qin Guan's clothes and scolded him. Kyoko looked at Qin Guan with a complicated expression. Then she looked at the paper cup on the table.
The water in the cup was cold. There was a faint pink lipstick mark on the rim of the cup, as if it was a symbol of its former owner's happiness.
She clenched her teeth. I'm Kyoko Fukada! She was known as the Queen of Stamp Collecting. She had been teasing Qin Guan because he had a girlfriend, but now it seemed that she had to be more serious.
When Kyoko Fukada straightened her body, apologized to everyone with a sweet smile, and said that she could work normally, all the staff in the venue couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
However, in a trash can that no one noticed, there was an extra disposable cup that had been squeezed beyond recognition. The rim of the cup was faintly glistening with pink lip gloss.
For the rest of the photos, the cooperation between the two was surprisingly smooth. Kyoko Fukada used all her energy to finish the photo feast ahead of time.
Qin Guan would finish the rest of the photos on his own. Kyoko Fukada's first job in China was officially over.
The rest of her time was to cooperate with the performance agency to carry out a series of promotional activities in China and expose herself to the Chinese media as much as possible.
Sister Xue and Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief. She'd better leave quickly. No one could stand such a farce every day.
Kyoko Fukada bowed to the staff happily. Then she walked over to the others, who were about to pack up and go home.
"Qin Jun, thank you for what you did just now. Even though you were about to fall, you still tried your best to catch me. You're too kind."
Miss, you're being sarcastic, aren't you? I know it.
Qin Guan's mouth twitched awkwardly. He Ming and the other two looked at Kyoko up and down. When she left, they reminded Qin Guan out of kindness.
"This woman is not simple. There must be a conspiracy."
Most importantly, he was a little crazy. He ridiculed his best friend without a care in the world, "Yes, there is a conspiracy in everything. For example, you suddenly had two Reed Flower Chickens in your house. You dragged me to investigate for a whole day, and in the end, I found their cooked carcasses on the dining table of your family's banquet."
They couldn't help laughing. When they walked out of the Citizen building, they were surprised by a group of people who rushed out of the building.
Qin Guan unconsciously shielded Cong Nianwei behind him, while his friends surrounded the girl.
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