Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Baiqing sat in the box with a slightly reluctant smile on his face.

She has almost ten people at this table.

In addition to a director and a producer she knew, there were two middle-aged men she didn't know.

Middle-aged, wealthy man with greasy fat face, not so comfortable looking at her eyes.

Other than that, there are young girls.

These women, Pak Ching, look at the past, one is acquainted, two are familiar, and two are not even half as impressed.

The woman she knew was a little surprised to see her, seemed not to understand why she saw Bai Qing, and then laughed a little and mocked.

Baiqing just felt a little burnt on his face.

She is absolutely convinced that all of us here know ourselves, and those four women, are our own people.

What kind of eyes are they looking at themselves right now?

She looked at the liquid in her glass with a cold face and just felt unwell.

Why did she come here?

Actually, she's been thinking a lot.

The four actresses, after seeing her, felt like they had just one more enemy. Where would they ridicule her?

The purpose of the women sitting here is almost identical, and who has any position to ridicule each other?

“Miss Pak is a rare beauty, President Wang heard that Miss Pak is here, so she came all the way here!” The director lifted the glass and smiled at Baiqing.

President Wang, the middle-aged man sitting on the right side of Bai Qing.

“Miss Pak, a toast to Wang. ”

Baoqing raised the glass and smiled at Wang with disgust: "I toast to you, Mr. Wang. ”

President Wang looked at her with a smile and grabbed a glass and touched her: “Miss Pak, I particularly like one of your characters, and would very much like to invest in a new play to work with you. ”

Baiqing smiled and drank the glass.

She suddenly felt one hand touching her thigh, rubbing it obscurely, and a gradual upward trend.

Pak Qing suddenly turned around and smiled at President Wang.

She subconsciously snapped the glass in her hand directly onto the head of the salted pig's hand!

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Baiqing escaped from the hotel in a sigh of breath.

Her heart kept beating and her goose bumps were all up. I couldn't help but think of the greasy face of Chief Wang.

She stood beneath a tree, it was already night, the road was flowing, the neon flashed, obviously a lively and bustling scene, but Bai Qing's heart suddenly felt a little desolate.

The broker called at this time.

He questioned her where she had offended Li Gui, and the other party threatened that all the scripts would no longer cooperate with her.

Where can Bai Qing say what happened, obscure a few sentences and hang up the phone.

Night breeze, a little cold.

Baiqing held his arm and somehow thought of a place.

Zhao was stunned when he knew that Baiqing had come to find him.

“Missing.” She simply said to the system.

She was lying on the couch preparing a video with her boyfriend, so she didn't have time to deal with the mess.

Baiqing rang the doorbell for a long time and nobody opened the door.

She bit her lip and hovered for a long time before turning away.

Zhao thought she had given up.

I didn't expect to be caught the next day at the office, in the parking lot.

“Something wrong?” She frowned and looked at the woman in front.

Pak Qing straightened his back: “Lu Zhao, I promised to be your girlfriend. You pay me a breach of contract, let me break the covenant with God and go back to Starscream. ”

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A Zhao:???? Are you afraid of being retarded?

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