When Miao Yuanlong heard that the two of them were actually intimidating, he was half-believing and half-doubted: "So what if that is? Her father can't easily scold her. What are you? Besides, you are her cousin, prove it to us. Zhilan's cousin is so poor. If you say it, do you believe it?"

The two were arguing, and the Porsche Tunbo was back. Murong Bingyu said coldly: "Liao Xuebing, are you going? Do you think you can have a promising chance if you are in the car dealer? Go to the set to be a lighting guru. I will let you go to the academy to study film production and have a chance to come from a background." It turned out that she remembered that Liao Xuebing seemed to exchange something important to exchange for her contract from Mo Laowu. Could it be that she became so depressed because she lost that important thing. It was all for herself. She was soft-hearted and thought to herself: "He was so tough. I don't care about it so much, so as not to always owe a favor."

Miao Yuanlong looked at Lao Liao with a fierce look and tightened the hammer in his hand.

Liao Xuebing had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Okay, I'll go see you." He went to the faucet to wash his face and stepped onto the bike, "Tell me the direction, I'll go by myself later."

"What are you talking about? Get on my car quickly and I'll take you to meet the director. An old bicycle is not worth a few dozen yuan, so it's time to throw it to the recycling bin."

When Liao Xuebing thought that there was still a check of 80,000 yuan in his bag, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, although I regard this car as my life, I have to abandon it for you." When I got into her car, regardless of the dirty oil, I stood up straight in my seat.

Murong Bingyu took the initiative to invite him, but he was not good at attack. He frowned and said, "Let's buy a new set of clothes to meet the director later."

Start the car and cross the shallow water bridge.

Miao Yuanlong looked at each other and said, "It seems that they are really cousins. Murong Bingyu has such a vulgar cousin. He is really a son of Longsheng, and each has different."

"Hey, I said, what's the difference between working as a mechanic and working as a lighting engineer."

Murong Bingyu glanced at him: "Then how much is your income now?"

Liao Xuebing told the truth: "I earned 3,000 yuan a month in school, and I had no money to do repairs, but I haven't received a salary yet."

"Haha." Murong Bingyu was calm on the surface, and was very happy in her heart. She said, "I'll just say, no wonder she dressed like this. Let me tell you the truth. Although the lighting engineer has no future, as long as I tell the director, you will definitely have a much better income than being a teacher. Not to mention an annual salary of one million, there will always be a hundred thousand."

So what if you have 100,000 yuan? I just extorted 80,000 yuan in just one sentence. Liao Xuebing didn't give her a chance to be proud: "Do you think you have a lot of face? You are very popular now. Many people are following you. I am afraid that in a few years, I will become old and yellow, and my voice will be hoarse. Someone will take a look at you. Don't talk about you at that time, even I, who rely on you, will be despised and driven out to the streets."

"Whatever you say, I am only twenty-one years old, my career has just begun, and I still have a long way to go. It is not as unbearable as you said." Murong Bingyu finally felt that it was not worth getting angry for Lao Liao's sarcasm.

Porsche stopped in the clothing store, and Murong Bingyu said, "Do you still have money? If not, I will lend it to you and I will pay it back to me when the crew pays the salary." She wanted to take a few sets of clothes to Lao Liao, but she was afraid that Lao Liao would not accept the "allowing" items, so she could only say something wrong, thinking that I would definitely not ask you to pay the money back.

Lao Liao looked at her all over and said, "I didn't expect that the big star with an annual income of tens of millions is so stingy. If you borrow some money to buy clothes, you would be embarrassed to ask me to pay it back? Who owes who? That day, the huge amount of 18 yuan for the hotel accommodation was equal to each person, I didn't take the initiative to ask you for it. I'm so stingy. If I buy a piece of tofu, I'll kill you."

Murong Bingyu almost vomited blood and died of death, holding her breath and said, "Okay, all the money for buying clothes will be settled in my account later."

Liao nodded: "Wait and get a few sets of Armani later. The nine or two cents you owe me will be offset. Let's clear the two."

Murong Bingyu could no longer bear it: "Why is there another 25 cents? Do you think it's a high interest rate to calculate interest?"

"The second five is your phone call fee. How can I calculate your interest if I am such a generous person?"

The more this guy said, the more he was more arrogant. Murong Bingyu didn't know that it was a malicious joke that Lao Liao always made fun of people. He just felt that the slim man was annoying for no reason. He had the urge to drive him out of the car. He was so pretty that he was red and said loudly: "Stop talking! I'll give you a hundred times more later!"

"What? I'll pay me a hundred times? Even if you have money, you don't need to show off your wealth in front of me? Showing off your wealth is very superficial."

"You" are black and white, and Liao Xuebing is all the reasons. How can Murong Bingyu swallow this tone? But he can't think of a word to refute it. Every fan, every reporter, and every colleague in the company I usually contact are all humble and polite, like a gentleman and lady. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a tricky and rude choice in a million.

Lao Liao changed the topic: "The perfume on you smells very good, what brand is it?"

Seeing that he finally said something, Murong Bingyu said angrily: "Have you said it, you don't understand. The repairman knows what kind of perfume brand."

Lao Liao's eyes instantly grew bigger, chance? So I touched her yesterday, and even got her perfume smell? Then I returned to normal and said with confidence: "How come I don't understand? Actually, I have many identities. I have worked as a perfume mixer in France before. Chance, met a lady, with fresh floral fragrance as the main notes, and the dynamic fragrance layer combines hyacinth, white musk, pink pepper, with a sensual and passionate atmosphere, and a olfactory experience that intertwines sweetness and spicy, fully expressing the vibrant and brave and decisive side of women in the era."

In fact, this is the information that Lao Liao specially found after hearing Murong Lanluo mention it yesterday. Unexpectedly, it came in handy. He was proud and showed off a few words.

Murong Bingyu couldn't help but be surprised by his knowledge. It would be fine to know chance, but he could also say it in such a detailed and orderly manner. Even the names that incorporate multiple fragrances were expressed one by one. It was indeed a freak. She refused to admit defeat and mooed, "What's so great about this? It's worn by many women's magazines."

"The fresh fragrance of flowers is suitable for daily dates. Could Miss Bingyu use this perfume to go on a blind date? Alas, I was afraid that I would not be able to get married after just 21 years old. It's so pitiful, but no wonder, your bloating needs to be changed, otherwise no one would like it."

Murong Bingyu was furious: "What does it have to do if I can't get married? I am so beautiful, how many men are waiting in line to ask for it! Only when you are blind can you understand your appreciation!"

Liao Xuebing leaned his body, supported his cheeks on the front desk with one hand, looked at her leisurely, and joked: "Is it beautiful?"

"pretty."

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

"pretty!"

At this time, Murong Bingyu was really like a child who was angry with his brother and lover. His pretty face was angry, but he was very cute.

"Be good, don't be angry, you won't be beautiful if you are angry." Liao Xuebing smiled. A woman's sexy is stronger than rationality after all. He said: "Beauty is just appearance. No matter how beautiful you are, it can't beat time. I prefer to use the word beauty to describe a woman. A woman's beauty is not just outside, but more importantly, her inner and temperament. Gentle, kind, understanding, calm, wise, loving, tolerant, strong, and tolerant. If a woman has these advantages, even if she is an ugly monster, I will definitely have more men chasing her than your fans."

"There is no such perfect woman in the world. It is probably because you men imagined it." Although Murong Bingyu disagreed, she couldn't help but compare these standards in her heart.

Lao Liao said: "By the same reason, a man's handsomeness is not just his appearance, humility, nobility, belief, courage, dedication, selflessness, destroying powerful enemies in his voluntary manner, conquering the world through conversation and laughter, etc. Only by having these can I be called handsome. Unfortunately, I have no special advantages except for my tall, mighty, handsome, handsome, elegant, generous, smart and smart, smart, helpful, hardworking, capable, persevering, and never retreating in the face of difficulties, so I can't call him handsome for the time being."

Murong Bingyu smiled angry and said, "What else can you do besides being able to make a fool of yourself?"

This clothing store sells not the Armani that Lao Liao hopes, but the Elle (crocodile) store. Lao Liao only chose a dark red jacket and black trousers. He thought that although it was not his own money, he owed her too much. If Murong Bingyu grabbed his handle, he would not be able to argue about her in the future.

Murong Bingyu often visited here and met the store manager. The two of them exchanged greetings. She covered up: "Hehe, he is the distant cousin who came to Zhonghai to find a job in my countryside. He is a bit rustic."

The magazine has introduced Murong Bingyu from a poor family. It is not surprising that she has such a cousin. Moreover, the temperament of the two is too different. The store manager does not doubt that he has him and smiles: "Since that's the case, I'll ask a clerk to accompany you to choose clothes."
Chapter completed!