Chapter 202

Rob had just got out of the car when he took a few steps.

A reporter looked back to see Ling Xiaohan's Maybach and shouted, "Ling Shao and Ling's wife are there."

Hearing the voice of the reporters, leaving from the villa door, crazy emerged Lingxiao cold on their side.

"Oh, I'll go."

Rob hurried back to the car.

The young master's hand is injured. It's not easy to drive. The young lady's hand is injured. It's not easy to drive.

If he doesn't pass by, these two people will be stripped alive by this group of reporters.

In fact, rob used to be late.

His body was smashed away by the frantic crowd of reporters and squeezed out.

Countless cameras and microphones were delivered to the window.

"Mrs. Ling, in the microblog released by Mubei this morning, as the spokesperson of CH's male and female image, he worked so hard to improve the popularity of CH's sales volume, and CH brand is Mrs. Ling's brand. What is the relationship between you and Mubei?"

"It is said that Qianbei studio was also selected by combining with Mrs. Ling through the thousand characters in her name. Does it mean that Mu Shao loves Mrs. Ling deeply?"

"Ling Shao, I heard that Mu Shao has robbed several big names of your company, which means that Mu Shao has officially declared war with you?"

……

"Lingshao, have you ever thought that you will be green one day?"

Be green: wear a green hat and grow grassland on your head.

Ji Qianchen is biting his teeth, hoping to tear the reporters' mouths to pieces.

All day long, I know bullshit.

Her relationship with Ling Xiaohan has eased a little, and these journalists have come to mix with each other. Isn't that something to do?

Don't put such a good husband, will she choose Mubei to wear green hat for Ling Xiaohan?

These silly hats.

The cold in the carriage became more and more serious. Ji Qianchen seemed to sense the increasingly dark face of Ling Xiaohan.

"Say it, Mrs. Ling."

"May I have an answer? Ling Shao

In the face of these reporters indomitable, Ji Qianchen decided that it would be better to explain.

"Mubei and I......"

I haven't spoken yet.

Ling Xiaohan kicks open the door and pulls Ji Qianchen out of the car.

Click and wipe.

The shutter keeps ringing.

Ling Xiaohan tightly clasps Ji Qianchen's hand, and Han Mou looks at this group of reporters like flies.

"My wife and Mubei have a normal business cooperation relationship. My wife is so excellent and it's normal to have admirers. As for your concern about whether I will be green, I think you have more concerns."

Ling Xiaohan said a few words and dragged Ji Qianchen to leave.

Ling's bodyguards rushed over and stripped away the reporters who were not willing to let go

After returning to Ling's house, the carved iron door closed.

Cut off journalists who are not willing to leave.

Ji Qianchen takes Ling Xiaohan's hand and enters the living room smilingly, "when did I become so excellent in your eyes? Tell me quickly, where am I excellent?"

She has never been praised by Ling Xiaohan.

Before such a multi-media reporter, he didn't have a black face, didn't get angry with Mubei to be her spokesperson. Instead, he admitted that she was very good, which made jiqianchen happy.

He kept asking about it.

Ling Xiaohan is not good at boasting.

In front of her, he really can't boast, only damage.

Ling Xiao cold pursed his lips and shook his head. "I haven't found the word yet."

Poof

What's the meaning of the word you haven't found yet?

There is no word to describe her excellence.

Or can't she find a word that matches excellence?

Ji Qianchen feels that his meaning is probably the latter.

"I can't find a word. It's very simple. Let me remind you about height, weight, beauty and personality Temperamental self-cultivation is all right. "

She went back to the chattering after him four years ago.

Ling Xiaohan likes the young and energetic one.

He turned around, looked at her seriously, looked up and down, "height?"

A stroke of her head to his heart.

The contempt of the red fruit frustrated Ji Qianchen.

"Please ignore the height problem." Ji Qianchen clapped his hand.

Today, she should wear a pair of 15 cm high heels and come out again. Unfortunately, she is wearing flat sole now.

If you look up like this, Ling Xiaohan is really tall. She is really short.

"Suddenly I was a little worried about the height of the child."

Ling Xiao frowned coldly, making up for it with a smile.

Ji Qianchen's heart was bleeding.How can there be such a husband? If you don't hate her, you will die.

"I don't like height, beauty or intelligence, so you say I'm excellent?" Ji Qianchen really wants to scold the man.

"There is no truth in front of reporters."

Ling Xiaohan raised his thin lips and went straight upstairs.

"Shit, you mean I'm not good? Mubei and I are not business partners, and you may be green, too? "

Ji Qianchen took what he had just said in front of the reporters and refuted all kinds of things.

"So, some accounts need to be settled." Ling Xiaohan bent down directly and picked up Ji Qianchen, who was in the middle of the stairs.

Yes, it is.

A eccentric president who likes to carry his wife.

"What is it? Doesn't your hand hurt? "

"No pain."

"Then I hurt. You let me down."

Every time when Ji Qianchen was carried by Ling Xiaohan in front of the villas, he felt very embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Take it a minute, and it won't hurt."

Ling Xiaohan's serious words, deep voice, such as the murmuring clear spring, cleared her heart.

Why do you think this sentence is a little strange?

It doesn't hurt to bear.

Forgive her for thinking of some kind of special movement between husband and wife.

After carrying her back to the room, Ling Xiaohan gently put her on the bed.

It's 10:21 a.m. in the daytime. What is he doing?

She smelled the danger and the hormone.

"Mubei and I really have nothing to do with each other. He went to audition for the spokesperson of my clothes. Then I asked him to speak for my women's clothes in order to seek high selling points. Then it was nothing. So, you can rest assured that you will not be green, I promise."

Ji Qianchen moves behind him.

Ling Xiaohan listened to her explanation quietly, and then began to unbutton his clothes.

It's all in a mess outside. Is he still in the mood to think about these things?

"Well."

He accepted her explanation.

No rebuttal.

But he should still be punished.

After all, she didn't tell him the first time.

After all, he wanted it last night, and it was inconvenient to be in his mother's place last night.

The shirt opened to reveal his smooth and strong muscles.

Ling Xiaohan approached Ji Qianchen little by little, clasped her left shoulder and pecked at her lip.

With tender and delicate kisses.

His hand went around her back and pulled the zipper off her skirt.