Chapter 64

“Thank you。” Ji Qianchen nodded politely, then asked the assistant some other questions in English, "do you have any design works of GUI Cai designer Gy in the shop?"

"Yes, of course. In this counter, please follow me."

The shopping guide took her to the Gy counter, and the dazzling new autumn clothes were really dazzling, coming out of a pile of clothes.

It's worthy of being a ghost work. Every inspiration design and line cutting are just right, novel and eye-catching.

Ji Qianchen picked out a long autumn dress with a black velvet shawl and went to Ling Xiaohan.

"How about this one?"

"Try it." Ling Xiaohan didn't comment. He told her to try it on first.

"Then I'll wear it."

Ji Qianchen took his clothes to the fitting room and tried them.

Rob stood in front of Ling Xiaohan, took out a document from his hand, and handed it to Ling Xiaohan. "Young master, there is a family meeting of Mu family to be held recently, and all the children of the family have to be present. It seems that the movement is quite big. This is the list of people who arrived. Paris looks like it's going to be busy again. "

"Who is this man?" Ling Xiaohan takes a look at a stranger from a list of people.

It's not easy to be among the Mu family.

"There is one more person in this year's family meeting than in previous years. That's it. It's very mysterious that we can't find out the origin." Rob replied seriously.

"If you can't find it, go ahead."

"Good."

All of a sudden, Ji Qianchen has changed her skirt and came out of the dressing room. She has wrapped her chest in a long skirt and designed to tie her waist. She wantonly shows her delicate snake waist. The champagne color makes her white as jade, charming and moving. In addition, the black shawl shows her pure and elegant.

Ling Xiaohan's eyes straightened, threw the document back into Rob's arms, stood up and walked straight to Ji Qianchen.

Stop by her side, touch her chin and look at her carefully.

"Ugly?"

Ji Qianchen carries the skirt angle, a little bit has no self-confidence.

"It's beautiful." Ling Xiaohan reached out to hold her chin, pecked at her lips, and then let go.

Two petals of pink lips are kissed and sweet.

Ji Qianchen licked his lips, turned to the mirror and enjoyed it.

"Keep picking."

"Still buy it?" Ji Qianchen's eyes are wide, does he really want to connive her to continue to buy?

"The money is for you. It's your skill to spend. " Ling Xiaohan holds her shoulders in both hands and hooks her lips to the mirror.

Ji Qianchen lost himself in his words for a long time.

There is a saying on the Internet.

I'm in charge of making money to support my family. You're in charge of beauty.

It seems that Ji Qianchen is destined to be a woman who is only responsible for the beauty of flowers. Who let her have a husband who encourages her to spend money.

"Then I did." Ji Qianchen spits out his tongue and mercilessly kills into the sea of clothes.

When he went out, rob was carrying big bags of clothes and followed them with sweat.

Champs Elysees, bustling, noisy.

There is a large crowd in front of us, which makes the whole street full of people.

The slow French folk song reverberated in the street.

"Ling Xiaohan, it's so busy. Let's go and have a look."

Ji Qianchen, like a child, can't help crowding into the crowd.

Ling Xiaohan didn't like the crowded place. However, Ji Qianchen dragged him here. He didn't want to refuse.

A folk band, with several leaders holding electric guitars, bass, drums and other instruments, stood on the street performing.

Ji Qianchen didn't understand it, but he thought it was very pleasant.

After listening for a long time, Ji Qianchen didn't want to leave.

Rob came in and whispered to Ling Xiaohan's ear, "young master, I'm calling from the hospital."

"Well."

Ling Xiao, with a cold nod and a wave, beckoned him to go out first.

"It's a good singing." Ji Qianchen listened happily and applauded.

It's rare to see her so happy. Ling Xiaohan can't bear to drag her away.

He put his arm around her shoulder, lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "don't move here. I'll go out and make a phone call."

"Well, go ahead. I'll stand here and wait for you." Ji Qianchen nodded his head cleverly.

Ling Xiao's eyes are bright and cold. He sighs and exits the crowd with his mobile phone.

"Young master, you still have to make time to go to the hospital." Rob was worried about persuading Ling Xiaohan.

"Say it again. You look at her. I'll call back. " Ling Xiaohan holds his cell phone and looks back at Ji Qianchen. Then he retreats to a place where the noise is not so loud.Rob is getting ready to get into the crowd.

All of a sudden, a large number of French city managers in uniform rushed out, "no commercial performance, what are you doing?"

Seeing the Chengguan coming, the band quickly took the guys and ran away.

The crowd of onlookers broke up.

Bad.

He can't lock his wife's position.

Rob quickened his pace, pushed the crowd away and rushed over.

How about people?

People are gone.

Rob frantically searched the whole street. Ji Qianchen, who was just standing there, disappeared without trace.

It's easy for all kinds of French to find a smaller Asian.

However, he wandered around for several times and found no trace of Ji Qianchen.

Ling Xiaohan comes back after calling, and the people in the place are gone.

Not far away, rob hurried to come, look flustered, "young master, young lady is missing."

"What do you say?" Ling Xiaohan holds the mobile phone's hand, and immediately holds it tightly. The blue tendons on the back of his hand burst up, and the whole face was full of anger.

He had only been away for a few minutes, and the man was gone.

"I'm sorry, young master. Rob can't do anything. The little lady's bag is in the car. She didn't bring her mobile phone."

"Bastard."

Ling Xiaohan kicks the head hanging rob to the ground.

Rob's glasses fell to the ground and all of them were broken. He quickly picked up the glasses and put them on again. He got up from the ground. "Young master, I will use the force here to start the full range search."

"Go away."

Lingxiao's cold face became more and more profound and horrible, and his whole body was full of murderous air, just like Satan in the dark night, shrouded in the dangerous atmosphere of unbridled.

Holding his cell phone, he went crazy looking around.

This stinky girl.

Tell her to stand still in place. Why do you want to move.

What should he do if something goes wrong?

At that time.

Ji Qianchen, who was tied up in a black car, sealed his mouth and couldn't say a word.

Her hands were tied behind her by a bundle of thick twine, and so were her feet.

Just a few minutes ago, she was still concentrating on watching the performance, and suddenly a Chengguan came out to disperse the crowd.

Ji Qianchen wanted to look back for Ling Xiaohan. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly covered her mouth from behind and dragged her onto a black car.