Chapter 1179： I have a big guy covering me (14)

Chapter 1179: I Have A Gangster Over Me (14)

Xia Ling's pot was dark and big, and he could not afford it with a small agent.

Long Ge quietly took out his phone.

The camera opened the front, and while Xie Ming wasn't paying attention, he secretly looked back from the gap of the co-pilot.

He just wanted to see if Xia Ling was asleep or fake.

This aunt's grandmother throwing a pot is also a bad stomach. Who knows if she deliberately pretended to sleep and gave him the problem to Xie Ming.

The mobile phone was probed halfway, and Long Ge suddenly heard a cold voice coming from the side.

"Want to sneak shot? Take it back."

"No, no ... I just look around."

Brother Long laughed.

"You are so okay in Paris, just staring at Xia Ling and taking a picture?" Xie Ming asked with the same look.

This is really a provocative proposition.

Brother Long shook, and finally couldn't bear the grievance, the little poor said, "Boss, please raise your expensive hand. I'm gay, purely curved, even if Ling Ling lay flat before me, I did not respond. "

Xie Ming is not sick, "Oh? Have you ever seen her undress?"

"No, how dare you here?" Long Ge explained repeatedly.

Xie Ming said "um" without asking again.

Long Ge escaped from his death and was relieved.

When he got out of the car, the air conditioner in the car was full, but he was soaked with sweat.

"Get off the bus, you're home."

Xie Ming pulled the door and called Xia Ling to get up behind him.

Sitting up and stretched, Xia Ling opened his eyes confused.

"Uncle Xie, I'm home. Is there a reporter near us?"

Xie Ming was stunned by this uncle Xie, and soon returned to his mind, his face was calm.

"No, the reporters who dare to enter B have been coaxed out. You are not Beyonce or Zhang Yimou. How can you be so popular in China?"

Xia Ling refused to accept it and smiled.

"What about Beyonce and Zhang Yimou? Do I do well in modelling? Everyone says that they have a specialty in surgery. Uncle Xie, you are so old, how can you even see this through?"

The girl took a bite of Uncle Xie, and his attitude was familiar with her students.

For three years, for him, brushing Xia Ling's INS every day and letting Long Ge secretly take photos to show him, as if he and Xia Ling were never separated, he was still watching her elders.

But for girls, three years is three years.

She grew up, she succeeded, and she wore a halo.

She returned to him, with a low-key attitude, but with hidden edge, she wanted to prove that she was successful, that she was right, that he restrained her, that he was wrong.

but……

Knowing their plane today, Xie Ming has instructed her aunt to make Xia Ling's favorite sweet rice wine soup, and pineapple shrimp, and wait for her to come back to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

Xie Ming's attitude towards Xia Ling changed long ago when she desperately struggled for her dream.

"Let's go, go home, eat and talk about something else." Xie Ming said a little bit off the topic.

He didn't answer Xia Ling's words. Xia Ling fell like a punch in the air, put aside his mouth, pulled open the blanket, put away the sofa, and got out of the car.

Xia Ling stood in front of Xie Ming.

She was one meter seven or six, but Xie Ming was still taller than her.

He looked at her, still looking down, just like an adult watching a child.

"Sooner or later, I will be more famous than Beyonce and Zhang Yimou." Xia Lingdao.

She is now on the road. Asian models are destined to be more difficult to walk on the international runway than models with other skin colors, but Xia Ling is not convinced.

XNR's main model is an old man's recognition of her. With this pass, she has received many designer invitations before returning to China.

(End of this chapter)