Chapter 438

Fried hair?

Hearing the word from her mouth, Ling Xiaohan interpreted it differently.

Kong porcelain sings on the stage, with sweet and moving voice and outstanding appearance.

Despite the recent scandals, she can't hide her original fame.

"Kong porcelain, Kong porcelain..."

The house men under the stage screamed and shouted enthusiastically.

"Next, I will bring you a famous dance peacock dance. I hope you will like it." After singing, Kongzi left the microphone and began to dance with the music.

This suit is designed according to the requirements of porous porcelain.

There are many feathers in the skirt behind the skirt. When the skirt is lifted, it looks like a peacock opening the screen. The water drill is dazzling and dazzling.

People were still cheering and shouting for her.

Beautiful dancing and graceful figure.

"Honey, look, it's going to be fried." Ji Qianchen holds Ling Xiaohan's hand and reminds him to pay attention to the stage.

At the moment of rotation, the feathers on the skirt began to fall off.

With the huge swing of her dance steps, the feathers exploded and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha."

There was a burst of laughter under the stage.

As the hole porcelain is in danger, the feathers fall more and more.

The rags in the skirt showed.

This skirt changed from a peacock skirt to a pheasant skirt.

"Ha ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter under the stage became more arrogant, one after another.

Kongzi has no face to jump down.

He stamped his feet angrily, tore off the scattered feathers and rushed off the stage.

It's the most humiliating time she's been in the entertainment business.

"Honey, is this fried hair nice? Peacock becomes pheasant, ha ha. " Ji Qianchen pointed to a feather on the platform, but he couldn't laugh.

She is a talent.

Can make such a great dress.

"How to do it?" Ling Xiaohan squints his ink eyes and has a new understanding of the little woman's tricks.

"The feathers on the clothes are all sewn without thread, and they are pasted with poor quality water at will. It seems perfect, but as long as the action range is large, they will all fall off."

Ji Qianchen also admired himself. How could he come up with such a move.

Ling Xiaohan raises his lips and holds Ji Qianchen in his arms. "You, you."

"Let her bully my father, it's right."

Ji Qianchen's smile is over and his face is calm.

The hole porcelain in the background of the dressing room, the face is all gas green.

There are many other stars coming on stage.

There were sympathetic glances at her.

"What are you looking at? Is it so beautiful? " Kongzi roared angrily, picked up a pair of scissors from the table, and began to cut his performance clothes.

She had at least five performances left.

Now it's like this. She farts.

Take out the clothes designed by Ji Qianchen and cut them all with scissors.

After venting, she threw the scissors and sat on the chair limply.

"Destroyed, destroyed, Ji Qianchen, I will not let you live."

Gasping for breath, his body trembled and his nostrils were filled with terrible anger.

"I've trained you for so long, but you've been playing with applause by a little girl. Kong Ci, I'm very disappointed with you." Not far away came a noble Western woman.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, white skin.

She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, and behind her stood two tall bodyguards.

When Kongzi saw Avril, her face was pale with fear. She hurriedly stood up and bowed to Avril.

"Madame Avril."

"Don't call me, you don't have the qualification. Look how you mess yourself up. I can't train people to be so useless."

The dress on Kongzi was cut by herself and her hair was scattered.

He is not the same person as Kong porcelain, the once brilliant star.

"Mrs. Avril, I'm wrong. I won't be. I'll make Ji Qianchen pay for it." The hole porcelain hangs the head, the humble guarantee.

"You are wrong. The person who pays the price is not only Ji Qianchen, but also her husband Ling Xiaohan. Don't tell me that you really like him. What I asked you to do at the beginning was to get close to him and then destroy him. But you seem to have done nothing. What's the use of staying with you?" Avril found a sofa and sat down.

"Mrs. Avril, give me another chance. I can do it."

"What opportunities? I said that children only need to let Ji Qianchen know, stimulate her, and make the children in her stomach unable to protect, and you even publicized to Ling Xiaohan, where the only sperm is wasted in your stomach. What face do you have to talk to me? "Avril's words were sharp, her face serious, and her whole body full of murderous spirit.

Kongzi trembled with fear. "No, Mrs. Avril, these are accidents. I've been telling Ji Qianchen that she doesn't believe it, and that Ling Xiaohan won't touch me. I can't stir up the feelings between them at all..."

"Enough, I don't want to hear that." Avril shook her head in disappointment and lost all patience with Kongzi's death.

Kongzi had an idea and immediately said, "Mrs. Avril, don't we still have the last trump card? I think it's almost time to go. "

"So early? Can't achieve the effect I want, are you responsible? " Avril opened her eyes coldly.

Kongzi then closed his mouth, "well, I'll follow your arrangement."

Avril stretched out her hands and looked at the pigeon egg Gemstone Ring carefully. Her eyes were complicated and she didn't know what complicated things she was thinking about.

After a long time, she got up and threw a sentence to Kongzi, "your task is to tell Ji Qianchen that Ling Xiaohan can't get rid of the poison in his body. Believe it or not, you can make her panic and you will succeed."

Kongzi nodded and agreed, "yes, Mrs. Avril, this is a simple thing. I will do it well."

"Well, don't screw up what I'll tell you later, or..."

Avril swept a smart look, and Kongzi nodded. "No, definitely not. I can do it."

"You've had too many scandals recently. You'd better not show up in front of the media all the time."

Finally, Avril left with her people.

Kongzi stood in place, patting the heart that was about to jump out to ease the tension, and the beads of sweat big as beans fell from the forehead.

"Dead old woman. One day, I will kill you. "

Sitting on the chair with lingering fear, he said a vicious sentence.

After the performance, Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen get up and go out.

Walking in the crowded street, Ji Qianchen strolls in the street with Ling Xiaohan's hand, like an ordinary couple.