Chapter 18

"Qianchen, please calm down. Lingxiao international is a hundred times bigger than your father and me. Maybe it's a good choice to go there." Ji Chengfeng patted her on the shoulder with a sly face.

Turn around and try to get her into Lingxiao international.

"Come on, is that what Ling Xiaohan means?"

She moved her toes and knew that it was Ling Xiaohan who put pressure on her father.

"My son-in-law is busy with hundreds of billions of projects every day. How can I have the time to put pressure on this old man? It's my father who is good for you. You can see which star model of Ling's entertainment doesn't need to cooperate with the clothing brand. As long as you are the chief designer of Ling's entertainment, you are not afraid of your brand being famous all over the world. Are you right about what my father said?"

Ji Chengfeng is an old fox, standing by her side, and analyzing with her.

She knows the truth.

But she really didn't want to work under his nose!

Embarrassed! Do you understand?

"Old man, do you really want to fire your family's talented daughter who loves flowers?" Ji Qianchen holds the belt tightly and confirms it with Ji Chengfeng again.

"Cough Dad just doesn't want this temple to bury your talent. "

"Hum, don't let me down. Be careful that Ji's business is closed again. Don't ask me then."

Ji Qianchen left his mouth and stepped out.

Ji Chengfeng chuckles and shakes his head: "please don't worry about your husband, this silly girl."

Set in the busy street, Ji Qianchen is full of resentment.

Ling Xiaohan, you need to cover up the sky.

If you want me to go to Lingxiao international, I will not go.

Pick up the mobile phone, dial a phone to his good friend Cheng Cheng Cheng.

The reason why two people become girlfriends is because they share the same aspiration.

They belong to the Academy of fine arts.

After graduation, she is a third class fashion designer.

Cheng Cheng Cheng is a third rate cartoonist.

As soon as the phone was dialed out, it was connected immediately.

"Orange, get out and drink with me. I'm out of work."

Ji Qianchen said that he was hard pressed.

God knows, the reason why she wants to drink is actually all the incredible absurdity that happened these days.

"My God, I shut up for three days to draw pictures. When I went out to the Internet, I knew that you, the dead woman, were married and married to the man you dreamed of, Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen. Did you buy the lottery? Who is Ling Xiaohan, the giant of the whole Cloud City? "

Ji Qianchen's ears hurt when the noisy voice of the telephone shook.

Take the cell phone away a little: "this is not the answer, believe it or not, I'll make you into a rotten orange."

"Oh, my Mrs. Ling, you are killing me like an ant, but are you willing to die? Wait for me, arrive at the execution ground in 30 minutes, and you will be tortured by me. "

Cut off the phone.

Ji Qianchen's brain is swollen.

So say! Why did she call Cheng Cheng Cheng, the evil spirit of the house girl, the wanton, the gossip girl.

Thirty minutes later, Cloud City is clear.

Ji Qianchen and Cheng Cheng Cheng are sitting on the seats, each holding a cocktail.

"Is Ling Xiaohan more handsome than four years ago?"

"No, I should call you husband."

"Do you have eight abs? What kind of mermaid line, vest line... "

Cheng Orange poked at her forehead and kept asking.

Ji Qianchen even followed her question with a ghost.

Eight ABS, it seems.

Mermaid line, it seems.

God! She's thinking about something.