My Best Actor Ex-Husband and I Became A Role-Model Couple

As if feeling Feng Lanchu's displeasure, Jiang Anzhi put down his luggage and walked to her side with great desire to survive.

"It's all here, and the return is invalid."

Feng Lanchu twitched the corner of her mouth: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason?"

"It is a good thing for pangolins to have the help of a great master in the photography circle for this event. As a partner with a common goal, I certainly welcome you to come."

Jiang Anzhi's eyes were shining brightly because of Feng Lanchu's words, and he was about to say something, but Feng Lanchu's style changed: "However, as your wife, I don't even know your whereabouts and movements. I have the right to be angry about it."

Jiang Anzhi frowned in distress when he heard the words, and pulled her over, before Feng Lanchu spoke again.

"And you pretended to be pitiful this morning. You were about to go out and pretended nothing happened. It's fun to hide it from me?"

Hearing this, Jiang Anzhi approached her with a smile on his face and kissed her on the lips. He pressed several kisses before stopping: "I lied to you in the morning, and now I pay you back. It's not a loss."

Bah, no loss!

Feng Lan blocked her mouth at the beginning, but Jiang Anzhi suddenly exerted force, picked her up by the waist and put her on the bed.

"We'll be gathering later, hurry up and rest. I'll find you something to eat."

Jiang Anzhi went out after speaking.

This guy slips quickly with oil on his feet!

At the beginning of Fenglan's depression, he died.

...

Jiang Anzhi packed porridge and side dishes from the kitchen, and after the two of them ate briefly, they took a lunch break, and it was time to meet up in a blink of an eye.

The couple walked to the meeting place, and the others had already arrived.

They naturally became the focus of everyone's attention again, and the two sat on the empty seats pretending not to notice.

In a short while, President Watermelon started today's theme - the swearing-in meeting of the Pangolin Protection Film Festival.

There are three photographers in the company including Lian Jiang Anzhi, and the other two are relatively well-known photographers in the industry, but they are naturally not comparable to Jiang Anzhi, who has won countless awards.

One of them is called Fang Fang, and the other is Wang Yue. They are rivals and friends in the circle.

There are also three writers who are well-known in the literary and youth circle.

The girl whose pen name is Mao Mao has a pair of round eyes, and those pupils are shining with wisdom behind the frame. She is as lively as her pen name.

Another whisper named Prophet, is a literary young woman who loves to wear improved Hanfu, she is very kind.

Another writer is a young man, Fenghuo Renjian.

The three of them sat together, as if they often work together in groups.

"These guys have been with us for most of the film festivals and are very familiar with all the content of the film festival. But today we join two new members, we are hardworking and not afraid of fine-tuning, let me introduce to you again, the significance and purpose of the event and process."

Then, regardless of whether everyone agreed or disagreed, President Watermelon began to talk endlessly.

Feng Lanchu endured the doze and summed up silently. In the first two days of the trip, Feng Lanchu went into the forest with everyone to look for pangolins. In the last two days, the photographer freely customized his own shooting plan, and the writer was also free to search for inspiration.

After the collection is over, the photographer needs to submit photos. After the association selects the photos, the writers will combine their own writing with the photos. In this way, the basic things to be presented in the film festival are ready, and then the exhibition hall is prepared.

It was a short process, and it took President Watermelon more than forty minutes to finish. Feng Lan first glanced at Jiang Anzhi, who was surrounded by the old god, secretly admiring him, he was quite intelligent, and looked at how engrossed he was listening.

As soon as he finished praising from the bottom of his heart, he saw Jiang Anzhi's eyes fluttering, he slowly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and yawned big.

"..." Feng Lanchu.