Chapter 221: Flight Attendant

While Bao Jianfeng and the others were raising funds to launch a website.

Mango TV began previewing the TV series "Living with the Flight Attendant," adapted from Zhongyuan Yidianhui's novel of the same name, which is about to air.

In just a few days, it attracted the attention of countless viewers.

After all, Mango TV's ratings in the country are very good.

And the name Zhongyuan Yidianhui has long been well known to the public.

Plus, the trailer this time featured

Although they hadn't gone the final step, Lu Xiyang didn't go to the bathroom to solve it with cold water; instead, he used Jiang Ranran's hand.

"Why can't we check in the middle of the night?" Feng Qi, who always listened to his nephew, felt his wife was speaking nonsense and pulled her aside.

What you hide, what you bury deep, what cannot be known by others—when that is dug up and placed under the sunlight to be whipped, do not blame me, this "sinner."

Freed from Xiao Jue's restraints, Cen Mu immediately drained the fine wine in his cup. At first, it was the sweet and clear fragrance of peach blossoms; then came the fiery aftertaste, burning the throat and warming the stomach.

Just as Ye Ming decided to withdraw, something that had merged with the darkness and its surroundings slowly climbed up the cliff. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she urged them to get out quickly.

The situation now is exactly this: they have the advantage, and we have become the ones begging. Acting as arrogantly as before would gain us nothing. Besides, the fact that Liu Hong married into the town has already made Shi's mother and son very dissatisfied.

She forcibly stopped her looting, clutching her head with both hands, trying to hold onto the sudden clarity that flashed through her mind.

"Alright, I'll take you." Zhou would not refuse this request of hers; it was a knot in her heart, and she must take her there to ask and clear it up.

"He looks so much like our A-Tian." Lin Suyun said, tears in her eyes, the words spilling out directly.

The heart of Sima Zhao; Long Yi merely wanted to use this opportunity to spend time with Feng Yici. How could Feng Yici not know? So he sent Yi Zhou to Long Yi's apartment to look, but indeed found nothing. Later, he called for more people and finally found the picture frame and photos in the trash can.

As soon as Xu An connected the call, a burst of noise came from the other end, followed by Xu Gang's voice. His very first words were asking Xu An why he hadn't attended class.

Upon hearing Zhang Yu's words, Xu An smiled and told Zhang Yu that he naturally knew how certain things should be done, so he had kept everything Zhang Yu said in his heart.

But before he could finish rejoicing, a figure covered head to toe in blood descended before the imperial palace and barged in recklessly.

Nalan Ling stabilized his stance, slowly raised his hand, and formed a sword finger above his head. His expression darkened; he gathered his qi and suppressed it, then unleashed a surge of energy.

Inside the hall, spiderwebs covered every corner; tables, chairs, and objects were all coated in a thick layer of dust and seemed to have been fiercely gnawed by termites, pitted and scarred, with nothing intact.

Zuo Xuantong acted with extreme decisiveness. Seeing that he still looked as if he were about to collapse, she directly withdrew all the soul power she had placed with Ji Yi, abandoning the essence particles there. In this way, Ji Yi only needed to withstand the backlash produced by the already integrated medicinal power.

Mo Guang smiled awkwardly and hurried inside. During the last Holy Son Ranking Battle, he had been defeated by Shen Chun, dropping from third to fifth place. He never expected that even Elder Shen, who was far away in Beishui City, had heard of it.

If they did not intervene now, it would truly be a usurpation. For a family, that would be a calamity of the greatest magnitude.

"There's a bastard commander in the army, and he happens to be my father!" Karida said, slamming his fist angrily onto the table.

Putting aside whether he could even sing it, even if he could, Xu An did not want to sing this song with Yang Zhi in front of so many people.

At the same moment that sensation of piercing through some barrier appeared, Feng Xue materialized in a modern office.