V1.Chapter 755

Xia Xiaolan didn't lose face. It doesn't matter if she can learn anything. It doesn't matter to be a little attendant to Xueshen.

Face is not as important as inside. Xia Xiaolan knows that everyone is good at something without saying that "three people must have my teacher". If she didn't study architecture, she decided to study hard. If she had the chance to open a small stove, how could Xia Xiaolan give up?

After dinner, she cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and director Wang came up again.

Director Wang came up and gave her a contact information: "if you are interested in filming in the future, you must contact me!"

Director Wang thinks Xia Xiaolan is suitable for Qingwen, but he doesn't want Xia Xiaolan to play the two heroines in a dream of Red Mansions. Whether it's Daiyu or Baochai, they all have suitable actresses. Beautiful face is one thing, temperament is another. Director Wang is very satisfied with the current Daiyu and Baochai. Their temperament fits too well.

Xia Xiaolan thought how she would be interested in filming, but she didn't refuse Wang Linshu's enthusiasm.

"Director Wang, we may really have a chance to cooperate."

Luna's brand has become bigger and it is feasible to shoot advertisements. Xia Xiaolan left the contact information of director Wang and exchanged her own contact information.

Ning Xuegang saw this scene, and Xia Xiaolan felt guilty about being caught cheating:

"I'd like to ask director Wang to advertise for me in the future. Ning Xue, my family runs a clothing store and specializes in women's clothing. In a few days, the new store in Beijing will open. You are welcome to visit!"

Ning Xue nodded, "continue to measure the size. Finish it early, and you can go back early."

When they walked aside, Xia Xiaolan said, "in fact, I refused you that day because I agreed to invite them to my house at the weekend... Classmate Ning Xue, would you like to visit my house?"

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On Saturday morning, the work and rest time in dormitory 307 has not changed. Those who should get up and recite English should get up as usual.

Go to the library for self-study, wash clothes, do homework, and live in order on weekends.

After lunch, the people in room 307 gathered together for a small meeting.

"Xiaolan invited us to dinner. We can't really arrive in the evening, can we?"

"Where is that?"

"Why don't we go to Xiaolan's house in advance to help aunt cook?"

This is possible.

Zhou Limin added, "we can't come to the door empty handed!"

No family would teach children like this. Su Jing secretly smacked her tongue.

This living condition is much better than most people in Beijing.

Is the self-employed making so much money now?

Su Jing thinks that Xia Xiaolan's family is definitely not a simple self-employed family.

Before they came, Liu Fen was choosing dishes to prepare dinner for the evening. As soon as the seven people came, Liu Fen was pushed to a chair and sat, "aunt, you watch TV and we'll cook."

No one can't get on the table. Xia Xiaolan's absence doesn't delay their chat with Liu Fen. Everyone is confident. They move things from the kitchen to the living room. The big table acts as a chopping board. While watching TV, they knead noodles and work. The division of labor is quite clear.

Basically, she introduced herself in turn. Liu Fen found that she remembered who the seven people were in a moment.

Of course Liu Fen is happy. These girls are good-natured and smart. Xiaolan can make friends with them, which proves that Xiaolan herself is also very good.

When Xia Xiaolan came home, she found that her mother was about to become everyone's common mother... Originally it was just back pain, but now her heart was a little sour. She was a little jealous. Su Jing's cheeky coaxed her mother with a smile. Xia Xiaolan herself was coldly rejected by Ning Xueshen.

This world is unreasonable.

"Xiaolan is back!"

"But I'm back. Sit down, sit down."

Liu Fen praised Xia Xiaolan's roommates. These girls are really warm.

Xia Xiaolan measured the size of the day and went again tomorrow. Her tired head was a paste. She always felt that she had forgotten something, which should be a very important event. She never remembered it.