Chapter 728: The True First Person of Overseas Concerts

To be honest, after spending some time with him, Han Sanping was somewhat surprised by Zhou Yi's eye for things.

As a veteran of the film industry, he would at times even have the illusion that his own foresight was not as far-reaching as that of a music man???

At the very least, when Zhou Yi spoke, he really laid it out one clear point after another, and he had the track record to back it up — open his mouth and it was Pirates of the Caribbean, close his mouth and it was Disney, and Han Sanping listened with his heart thumping again and again.

Especially the ones that popped out of Zhou Yi's mouth—

"Good child, Grandmother isn't sad. Seeing you, Grandmother is happy beyond words." The old lady stroked Mengyu's face, a faint smile pulling at her lips, though it did not reach her eyes.

This time it wasn't because he had no shame, but because such a notoriously lecherous flower thief had his eyes on Ranran — how could he possibly feel at ease letting Ranran sleep alone?

The formula was still in his hands right now; at worst he could just have people research and make some more, and sell it himself. It was just that the money earned this way was a bit filthy.

"So does that Young Master Tang agree, or not?" Yaohua raised an eyebrow, amusement in Zhou Mei Yu's eyes and at the corners of her brows.

On the tray in Xiao'er's hands was precisely that bowl of medicinal soup: "If it weren't for you, I would definitely have ruined the efficacy of this medicinal soup while decocting it! When the time comes and Auntie doesn't get better, Chen Niangniang the Imperial Noble Consort will definitely punish me." Auntie was the one who had to attend the Imperial Noble Consort and the child in her belly; if she didn't recover, Xiao'er would certainly have no good days ahead.

Uh… Ranran actually really didn't want to answer, but Seventh Master's psychological resilience was just too strong — no matter what nonsense she spouted, Seventh Master couldn't possibly be thrown off track by her and forget this topic.

Arriving at the door of Ji Chengnan's hospital room, Guan Chuqi hesitated — if she just barged in so rashly like this, would it backfire?

The officials immediately began vying with one another to extend their enthusiastic invitations, none of them willing to let the others steal the spotlight.

A breath of clear wind brushed past his face, as gentle as a mother lightly caressing her child's cheek. Ji Jian slowly closed his eyes, and his expression settled into calm.

When the play card was next passed before Cao Shi, Cao Shi no longer yielded as she once had. Whether it was because Miao Renfeng's spirits were lifted by the happy occasion, or because of that grand crimson palace-satin skirt embroidered with peonies in red-gold thread, at this moment she looked all the more radiant and brimming with noble bearing.

As long as one carried it on one's person and nurtured it for a period of time, the Demon Pearl would completely merge with its bearer, thereby granting the bearer the ability to resist curses and certain abnormal states.

He Shen took the air pump and began inflating balloons, while Jenny played on her phone and tied them off.

Following the instructions, he found the reception room and explained the situation to the security guard on duty, after which the man told him to wait in the reception room for the police officer in charge of handling the matter.

A bold yet gentle voice rang out within Yang Mo's heart, and the last blurred shadow appeared in her mind. After bowing to her, it dispersed like the wind.

Watching Cui Shi suddenly slip underfoot, then in a flash throw herself wildly to the ground, slapping and wailing without cease — that face stripped of its beauty, features twisted out of shape — everyone present was so startled they nearly lost three of their seven souls, thinking only that she had been possessed by some evil.

The first coach to visit was named Nicole Sahan, the head coach of the Louisiana State University "Tigers."

He personally went to the kitchen to cook dinner, and at the same time summoned Ji Wei and the head of the joint office of He-Sheng-He in Jingcheng.

Brandt on the iceberg was howling nonstop, like riding a roller coaster. The moment he hit the ground, Shivana swiped with another claw and sent him flying once again.

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Kill Count smiled. It had been a long time since anything this "thrilling" had happened — last time a sniper rifle had been used; this time, if fists were used, it would definitely feel even better.

Clearly there were almost no other options left, yet Chen Yu still could not bring himself to nod for the longest time. The reason was that he could not see the drawbacks of this choice — it was impossible that there would only be benefits with no problem of exposure, and how serious that problem might be, no one could say for certain.

After that, the two of them spoke no more, and the atmosphere fell silent all at once; all that could be heard was the sound of waves as the sea washed over the reef-strewn beach again and again.