Reborn Hot Wife

For some reason, Jojo inexplicably had a sense of crisis, as if the woman just now was destined to become her rival.

No, what’s more alarming is that deep down in her heart, she feels that she will be defeated.

“Are these dishes not to your taste, Miss Zeng?”

Then, Jojo came to her senses, looked at the food with low eyes, but her mind was not on it at all.

She fiddled with her hair in her ears and pretended to ask casually, “Who was that woman just now?”

Zhang Bingsheng didn’t pay much attention. He only ate the mal meal: “Oh, just the guests living in the hotel, eat first, everyone is waiting for you.”

Jojo looked up at the dining table, only to find that everyone didn’t move chopsticks.

She picked up chopsticks and smiled: “Don’t worry about me, start eating.”

Zhang Bingsheng put the food on the plate for her and said with a smile: “OK, then eat more, and then go to bed early so that you can recharge and prepare for the game.”

The competition was already ready, and the writers and some writers who participated in the competition also arrived one after another, except Jojo.

Now, all the contestants are here.

After Jojo rested for two days and sorted out the script, Zhang Bingsheng informed the contestants that the competition would be held on the same day.

The competition was held in the middle of the film and television city. There was originally a crew , and it also extended the shooting period for this important competition in the film and television industry.

Really, the competition is very hot.

Only those who have a certain status in the film and television industry can have seats, and the front rows are all big guys, because it is best to see the performance.

The next ones are the contestants. They don’t have to perform on stage, so they all sit and watch the works.

In the middle of the room, there is a small fountain. At the bottom of the spring, small words are used. The spring gurgling and slight tones render the whole room, which is filled with slow and gentle breath.

Jojo is sitting in the same row as Zhang Bingsheng, which is also a good position in the front row.

The host on the stage began to introduce the writers of the works and the names of the new actors .

However, Jojo, dressed in a small uniform, had no way to focus on the stage, because in the same row of seats, separated by two seats, a girl dressed casually was sitting.

She leaned back on the chair with her arms in her hands, and her two straight legs leaned forward at will, but she didn’t know that her full and beautiful figure was completely displayed, w, exuding a dazzling aura that made people unable to move their eyes.

That’s her! The girl I met at the party yesterday!

Jojo doesn’t understand who she is and why she is here.

The distinguished guests sitting next to them are all prominent figures, and they are all invited by Zhang Bingsheng. In theory, those who sit in the front three rows are all noble people invited by Zhang Bingsheng.

In that case, she should have met that woman at the party yesterday.

The more so, the more curious Jojo was about her.

The woman leaning against the chair lifted a pair of foxes with drizzle and saw it. The beauty revealed invisibly was enough to kill all the women present.

Sure enough, cute is worthless in front of sexy.

Just when Jojo didn’t know how to end, Zhang Bingsheng leaned forward, just separating the two of them from each other.

Jojo looked down at Zhang Bingsheng and saw him smiling and reminding: “It’s time to start.”

She nodded slightly, sat up straight and looked at the stage.

Mary Kinson is also lazy to take back her eyes.

This subtle action was seen by Whit Ben. He asked inexplicably, “Is there anyone you know here?”

“I don’t know, that is, someone likes to stare at me.”

Whit Ben immediately stretched his neck nervously, , and his tone was full of alert: “Which daring fanatic dares to look at the woman of the Seventh Master?”

Mary Kinson suddenly hit his stomach. Whit Ben gasped in pain: “Hiss… it hurts.”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Stop it, the performance begins, and take a good look at the plot.” Mary Kinson’s voice is very light, and she still has a little expectation for the game.

After that, the stage began to perform the plot concisely, and then there was a special seiyuu to explain the script.

On the screen, there are also short plays arranged in advance by screenwriters, which effectively make people absorb into scripts faster.

Originally, Mary Kinson still held the mentality of watching movies and focused on the stage.

Then after an hour passed, Mary Kinson was already holding her forehead with one hand, and she couldn’t stop yawning.

On one side, Whit Ben, who was not interested in film and television, is leaning against his chair and sleeping soundly.

He raised hand and rubbed his hard-to-open eyes. He looked at Mary Kinson subconsciously, but saw her forehead with one hand, holding a mobile phone with the other hand, and her fingers slid rapidly on the screen.

Whit Ben couldn’t help but secretly look over, chatting on WeChat, and the nickname of the contact person is a capital Chen .

[So, why do I have to come and watch this kind of game? It’s so long and boring. ]

The other party replied: [Ha ha ha, is it so ugly? ]

It cost me half my life. I might as well have a good look at my flowers in the garden. ]

[How come? Director Zhang personally organized the competition and invited so many famous judges. The script quality should be excellent. ]

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[Okay, tell me how ugly it is? ]

[What are these scripts talking about, is there something wrong with the speaker’s expression or what? It’s the naive content of rewriting volunteers with content of youth abortion, or the family infighting wl. To be honest, it’s better to see this kind of thing than to see the composition written by Shield and primary school students…]

As Mary Kinson pressed the send button, Whit Ben couldn’t help laughing with a snort. Because the atmosphere inside was very quiet, he had to endure laughing, but his shoulders couldn’t help shaking all the time.

Mary Kinson pressed the lock screen button and stared up at the script content on the stage. The tone was light and light: “Don’t laugh.”

“You’ve gone too far, haven’t you?” Whit Ben lowered voice: “It is better to read the compositions written by primary school students. You said that these screenwriters are not as good as primary school students. Aren’t they reading so many books in vain for so many years?”

Mary Kinson looked at him: “Have you seen the script above?”

Her white face seems to be covered with a light white awn, but it seems that the bottom of her eyes is like a pool of cold lake water, clear and bright but cold.

Whit Ben shrugged shoulders: “I don’t catch a cold about these, right? It’s quite helpful to sleep.”

Mary Kinson overflowed with a chuckle: “Hum.”