Chapter 220 Night Market Cry

KrisTinaen Healey, do you have to be so aggressive? '

Han Yuner, the wicked man complained first, as if he had forgotten that he embarrassed KrisTinaen Oliver first.

KrisTinaen Oliver raised her eyebrows and nodded solemnly: 'Yes.'

This is to let Han Yuner fail, and he can only endure his next breath.

Mr. Jackson looked at them at the dinner table, but he was unmoved by you coming and going. They should be greeted for food and drink.

In the end, it is Han Yuner who can't bear it.

'Director, didn't you send the film to the prize? How about it, is there a result? '

When Han Yuner asked, Wendy Riordan stopped pretending to be calm: 'Director, don't be a suspense.'

After all, she also stared at the Magnolia Award.

Mr. Jackson took a sip of wine and put down his glass before shaking his head: 'It's no use asking me. At present, there is really no news.'

Words fall, several people are disappointed, including KrisTinaen Oliver.

I thought there would be a surprise when I