My Superstar Wife Is So Popular-Chapter 357 - 355: Increase Living Expenses

"Oh, this is a secret mission assigned to me by the director. He tasked me with waking you all up." Wen Qiao shook the keys in her hand, "As for how I got in, I obviously used the front door. Oh, and by the way, the keys were also given to me by the director."

While sitting behind the monitor, ready to take a sip of coffee to refresh himself, Director Li, distracted, touched his lips to the scalding hot coffee, causing him to involuntarily draw a sharp breath from the pain.

That Wen Qiao!

She really seizes every chance to stir up animosity!

As expected, as soon as he turned around, he saw Qi Ming and Shi Koufan looking at the camera with a faint glow of anger in their eyes, clearly having figured out that he was sitting behind the monitor.

"......"

What are you looking at?

It’s not like you can do anything to me anyway.

Director Li blew on his coffee and slowly took a sip.

He ended up sucking too much coffee into his throat and started coughing violently.

!

All he wanted was to drink a cup of coffee. Why was it so difficult!

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On the other side in the guesthouse.

Due to Fang Baichen and Shen Zai’s status and seniority, Wen Qiao didn’t dare to mess with them like she did with Qi Ming and Shi Koufan.

After handing back the megaphone to the staff, she went back to wash up.

Having learned from yesterday’s experiences and still holding a yellow card in her hand, she was certain the production team would not take it easy on her today, so she decided to forego makeup and after looking at the sun outside, she applied a thick layer of sunscreen.

Her features were distinct, and her skin naturally looked good, so she didn’t appear plain without makeup; instead, she had a fresh, youthful vibe.

Skipping makeup saved her lots of time, and when she stepped out of her room, Qi Ming had just come out of his.

His just-woken-up messy hair had been styled into a neat middle part, a pair of round-rimmed gold glasses sat on his nose, and dressed in a simple white T-shirt and black pants, he looked like the popular senior widely liked by younger girls during his school days.

Wen Qiao, in a great mood, greeted him, "Good morning."

Qi Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth and hummed a monosyllabic response through his nose.

"It was the director’s idea. If you have complaints, go find him," Wen Qiao fanned the flames beside him and then wrinkled her nose, "Did you put on cologne? Why are you fussier than a woman?"

Recalling Shi Koufan, who had just been doing his eyebrows and eyes in front of a mirror, Qi Ming hinted, "There are fussier ones."

The two walked side by side to the staircase; Qi Ming stepped aside a bit, indicating for Wen Qiao to go first.

Wen Qiao certainly wasn’t about to stand on ceremony with him, "Learned to respect your elders, huh? You’ve really grown a lot."

Thinking of the pocket money Fu Jinghen had transferred to him last night before sleep, Qi Ming felt he could temporarily endure Wen Qiao’s encouraging look that treated him like a chick.

Since they hadn’t started filming yet and it was just the two of them at the stairs, Wen Qiao said while descending, "I think I can get your little uncle to increase your allowance."

!

Is there such good news?

Qi Ming felt a surge of energy.

How come it suddenly seemed acceptable to have this woman, who is even a year younger, be his little aunt?

Qi Ming grinned, "I think so too, thanks... be careful on the stairs, no need to look back."

Never mind.

Calling her ’Little Aunt’ felt a bit premature.

One step at a time.

After all, no one can become fat with one bite, and he couldn’t immediately call the woman who had doggedly chased him a "Little Aunt."