Chapter 89

Ling Xiaohan walked in step by step. Rob opened his hands to push away the reporters and fans who blocked the road. "Please let go first."

Walk to the gate of the building, Ling Xiaohan suddenly turns back, the sharp eagle eyes look down on the front, arrogant in general.

Ji Qianchen guessed that there must be an interview live in front of Ling's entertainment door, and he turned on the TV again.

What I saw was Ling Xiao's handsome face magnified infinitely in front of the camera.

Eyes are long and penetrating.

Facing so many questions from journalists and fans.

"In front of all the media, I'm here to make a statement. There is only one reason to kill Mubei," said Lingxiao, half squinting his eyes

In the middle of it, his voice stopped.

Reporters and fans, as well as the public in front of the TV, including Ji Qianchen, who was lying in bed, held their breath and waited for his next answer.

"Why on earth?"

"Because he touched something that shouldn't be touched, something that belongs to me."

After leaving a word, Ling Xiaohan turns around and walks into the company building.

"What? I don't understand. "

"What did Mu Shao touch Ling Shao?"

"Fans..."

Questions from fans and journalists have not subsided. Surrounded by the gate of the company building, he refused to leave.

Yang Shuo, general manager of the company, came out to rescue the scene.

Ji Qianchen listened to Ling Xiaohan's reply to the media reporter, repeatedly chanting, the last two words: things.

Things? How could she be compared to him?

No, she's going to have to talk to him.

Take out the mobile phone and send him a message.

"Ling Xiaohan, I'm not a thing!!!"

After editing, I ordered to send without hesitation.

After sending it out, Ji Qianchen used to read the message she sent: "I'm not a thing?"

Shit!

Wrong hair.

Withdrawal.

Click a little, just discover, this is mobile phone short message, not the message that chat software sends.

Ji Qianchen, do you think of flying?

I patted my head with regret.

The blood of Qi all collapsed, the blood of clatter gushed out.

"Pain..." He covered his stomach and fell back to bed, gasping heavily.

She boasts that her IQ is not low, but why does she always expose her stupidity in front of Ling Xiaohan.

The first thing Ling Xiaohan did when he came to Ling's entertainment was to hold a meeting of the company's public relations team to make remedial measures against Mubei's being banned and the impact of the accident.

In front of the two meter long oval conference table, Ling Xiao was leaning on the swivel chair, looking serious and cold, playing with his mobile phone with his fingers.

Listen to everyone on the PR team.

Ding Dong.

A message alert came.

Ling Xiaohan flips his mobile phone, unlocks the screen and sees the message sent by Ji Qianchen.

The corner of the mouth can't help but open a smile.

"Ling Xiaohan, I'm not a thing!!!"

He lowered his head, and his long and lustrous fingers quickly hit the next string of words on the keyboard of his mobile phone, and then click send.

After Ji Qianchen's blood avalanche, he seemed to come back from the ghost gate.

A cold sweat came from the white forehead.

Listen to SMS alert tone.

Fingers through the quilt, grab the mobile phone, bear the pain to look at the text message received.

"Well, I see."

Rely on!!!

Yes, I know a fart.

She hair she is not something, he hair know.

Does he have to put her alive and dead in bed, let blood diffuse the big bed, he just satisfied?

Ji Qianchen took a breath of air-conditioner, bit his pink lips, and sent another one: "I mean, I'm not your thing, I'm just your woman."

Alas, she should have done so before. Why should she be so angry.

Do your own iniquity and eat your own.

After a while, the text message returned.

"Well, they are."

……

After Ji Qianchen read the text message, she pressed her cell phone to turn it off and threw it on the sofa to let the angry thing roll far away.

Seeing that the text message has not been returned, Ling Xiaohan puts down his mobile phone and holds a serious meeting.

Ji Qianchen had a deep sleep.

When I open my eyes, the sky outside the window is thick with clouds and the sky is full of rosy clouds.

It's getting dark.

Tap tap --

"come in."

Ji Qianchen was just about to get up when the door rang.

"Little madam, I've brought you dinner." Zhang Ma enters the room on a tray with a big dinner.

"Well, is Ling Xiaohan back?" The quiet room, the coming night, she unexpectedly missed Ling Xiaohan."No, there are many things in my company. I called your cell phone an hour ago and it's off. Then I dialed it to my home phone and asked about your situation. The housekeeper answered and told him you were sleeping. He also said that he was busy in the evening and asked you to take a rest. "

Zhang Ma narrated the words to Ji Qianchen.

After Ji Qianchen listened, the bottom of his eyes was warm: "I didn't expect that he would be so wordy?"

"The young master also talks a lot when he is with you. Usually, he talks a lot with our subordinates, which are just a few modal particles."

Zhang Ma brings the food to the bedside table and hands the clean sterilized chopsticks to her.

"Did he talk to me a lot? I don't see. Zhang Ma, how long have you been with him? Has he always been like this? " Ji Qianchen picked up chopsticks while eating, and inquired about Ling Xiaohan.

She suddenly found that she knew nothing about Ling Xiaohan's childhood.

"I have been working in Ling's family for 20 years. I grew up watching my young master grow up. He was cold as a child, but not now. Until..."

When Zhang Ma said that, she took a breath and didn't dare to continue.

"Until what?" Ji Qianchen raised his eyes, with a glimmer of hope, waiting for her later.

Zhang Ma's eyes twinkled a few times, and crystal tears whirled in her eyes.

"Nothing. You'd better ask the young master about these young ladies. It's inconvenient for me to disclose these things."

Zhang Ma picked up the tray, wiped the back of her hand on the apron, and ran out of the room in a panic.

Ji Qianchen is biting chopsticks. His face is complicated and his mind is in chaos.

Ling Xiaohan never revealed everything about his family to her. The reason why he looks like this now lies in his family.

After dinner, Ji Qianchen took his mobile phone and went to the study to draw pictures.

As soon as the mobile phone is turned on, Cheng Cheng's phone shakes Ji Qianchen's ears like a lethal serial call.

"Hello."

"Dead woman, you shut down for a day, I thought you were dead?"

Cheng Cheng Cheng's firecracker like mouth is wordy on the other end of the phone.

Ji Qianchen covers his ears. "I'm dead. Is that ghost talking to you?"

"Well, you're not dead. I'm worried about you, thinking that your holiday date is coming, and you're going to walk through the gates again."

Cheng Cheng Cheng's words like a warm slowly into Ji Qianchen's heart.

"I've come back from hell."

"That's good, that's good. I'll tell you that my first comic book has been handed in, and I don't need to be chased by the editor with a knife. Do you want to come out to celebrate?" Cheng Cheng Cheng is happy to share the joy with her.