Wealthy Supporting Actress Tore The Script 豪门女配撕碎了剧本

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Five years have passed since the incident, and Huang Lao's attitude is still so sharp. 

She felt more hopeful.

The more bitter Huang Lao is, the more it shows that he has been worried about this matter, and is not relieved. She asked her father, knowing that Huang Lao was invited to join the project team, Huang Lao immediately agreed without caring about the income. In terms of developing new products, he and his father had some ideas that coincided with each other, which should have given him a high level of trust, but was ultimately disappointed.

Now that she is so mean to Baoli, the knot in her heart has not been solved.

Jiang Dai's mentality was too stable. Not only did she show no signs of frustration, she actually rode two laps.

Approaching noon, the temperature gradually increased.

Bai Zhi is tired: "Dai Dai, do we want to withdraw it, it's too hot."

Jiang Dai has good eyesight. Although she was riding a horse far away, she actually kept staring at Huang Lao's movements.

Bai Zhi belonged to the type that couldn't see clearly in the distance even with contact lenses. She thought Jiang Dai was so relaxed, maybe she thought of other ideas, and had already given up on Huang Lao's difficult old bone.

Jiang Dai pulled the reins, "Go, I'm hungry too, let's go have lunch."

Baizhi thought that Jiang Dai was going to treat her to a big meal, but Jiang Dai took her to the rest area in front of the racecourse. There was a restaurant in the rest area. There was usually no meals. Most of the guests drank coffee and drinks. It happened to be a restaurant. It was full of enthusiasm, many people ordered meals, and various dishes.

Bai Zhi cried: "Let's eat here, are you sure?"

Jiang Dai smiled unpredictably: "Of course, I ordered fish head with chopped pepper and pickled frog. I especially want spicy food today."

Baizhi also likes spicy food, but never thought that he would eat these in the restaurant of the racecourse...

"My God, is this really a racecourse?"

Jiang Dai was made to laugh by her.

Of course, this is a racecourse, but it is not a high-end place that Baizhi and the others would go to. It is a relatively civilian place. In fact, all the facilities are complete, and the dishes smell good.

Baizhi didn't eat much for breakfast, and riding horses consumed a lot of money. I was really hungry at the moment, and soon ate fish and rice with rice, which perfectly performed the story of the real fragrance.

"Dai Dai, this frog tastes too good! Especially this sour radish, ah, ah, I'm dead."

"The chopped pepper fish head is too authentic. I really want to invite the chef home. If such a powerful chef stays in the back kitchen of such a humble racecourse, it would be too shameful."

Jiang Dai looked at her speechlessly: "If you eat fish, stop talking, be careful."

...

Jiang Dai seemed to be eating seriously, but most of her thoughts were always ready.

She soon proved that she had won the bet.

Mr. Huang sat at a table with a few students, ate very quietly, and occasionally chatted a few academic-related topics.

After a while, about seven or eight men walked into the restaurant, obviously headed by a middle-aged man in the middle, and everyone nearby was flattering and boasting.