Chapter 819

Ji Qianchen chuckled to Ling Xiaohan's ear and whispered, "how is it?"

"Well, well done."

Ling Xiaohan secretly gave her a thumbs up under the table.

After dinner.

Master Lin kindly offered to let the two stay at the manor.

Ling Xiaohan readily agreed.

"Well, I happen to have no money to stay in the hotel."

"Cough..."

Ji Qianchen almost died of lingxiaohan's words.

One after another to rub rice, one after another to rub, all under the banner of no money.

How could there be such a shameless person.

And the hotel arrived in Los Angeles as early as in the morning and had already checked in.

Ji Qianchen could not help pinching the sleeves of Ling Xiaohan. "What do you want to do?"

"Take your mind off."

Ling Xiaohan said solemnly.

"You can go elsewhere for relaxation. Why stay in the Lin family?"

Ji Qianchen really didn't understand this practice.

Usually, he is the last to stay in someone else's house.

"You have a lot of questions." Ling Xiaohan obviously didn't want to answer Ji Qianchen why.

Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin immediately sent servants to arrange a guest room for Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen to live in.

After supper, Lin Jiashu and Lin Jiaxu took two people to visit the manor on their own initiative.

The Lin family's manor is very big, just like the ancient pavilions, one after another.

Strolling tired, a group of people in the backyard Pavilion stop to rest.

Lin Jiashu ordered the servant to serve the two with fruit plates and tea.

"Elder sister, I recently made up a new tune. Would you like to play it to you?"

Lin Jiaxu thought that just chatting was boring, and proposed to give Ji Qianchen a performance.

"Good." Ji Qianchen readily agrees.

Lin Jiaxu ordered someone to get his violin.

He stood in the pavilion and played for Ji Qianchen and others.

He deserves to be a musical genius. When he plays, he looks like a musician with great talent and charm.

Ji Qianchen keeps his eyes on Lin Jiaxu.

Ling Xiaohan's jealousy is rising.

Lin Jia, dressed as a butterfly, broke into the pavilion.

"Hey, Ling Shao, what do you think about what I mentioned to you at my dinner table and want to sign Ling's entertainment as a contracted model?"

"Not so good, you are not qualified."

Ling Xiaohan takes a look at the woman.

If it is not because of the Lin family's power and position in Los Angeles that he still has some use for him, he has let rob directly discard the woman's legs.

"I'm not qualified. My height and stature are the standard of a professional model."

Lin Jia does not cling to Ling Xiaohan.

"The character is not qualified, understand?"

"What's wrong with my character?" Lin Jiake mumbled and asked discontentedly.

Sitting beside Ji Qianchen, he heard Lin Jiake's voice, gave up appreciating Lin Jiaxu's violin performance, came to Ling Xiaohan's side and held his hand. "Miss Lin Er, recently, is the scandal mistress in various entertainment newspapers. Ling's entertainment can't afford to have so many female models with such a lot of frills. "

Ji Qianchen's mending knife made Lin Jia angry. "You..."

Lin Jiaxu stopped playing and went to several people with his violin. "It seems that my playing is not attractive at all?"

"No, praise. Your performance is great." Ji recalled awkwardly that Lin Jiaxu was still playing, but they all put the center on Lin Jiake.

"Do you have your husband's stick?" Ling Xiaohan can't stand this woman's boasting about other men.

Although Lin Jiaxu is just a bad boy, he always feels that one day he will be able to pose a threat to him.

"Can you play the violin?" Ji asked in surprise.

She only saw him play the piano.

"Lend me your violin." Ling Xiaohan takes the violin from Lin Jiaxu and stands in front of them.

Put the violin against the end of the clavicle, pull out the bowstring, and a classic Canon echoes in the pavilion at night.

Lin Jia can stare big eyes, a pair of eyes are full of the worship of Ling Xiaohan.

"It's a perfect man to play the violin so well."

Ji Qianchen enjoyed her husband's performance and watched Lin Jiake drool. He couldn't help interrupting her love affair.

"Wipe your saliva. It's going to flow to the ground. "

"Where is it?" Lin Jia really put her hand on the corner of her mouth.

Lin Jiashu beside listened quietly.

Even Lin Jiake, a professional music player, listened to Ling Xiaohan's performance carefully.

Absolutely professional, no mistakes."Elder sister, he is very outstanding, and worthy of you." Lin Jia couldn't help saying.

"That's not brilliant. Can your sister see it?"

Ji admitted shamelessly.

If it wasn't for Ling Xiaohan, who is recognized as the God of men by Yuncheng University, and who is outstanding and impeccable, she would not really go after him.

"But praise will be better than him one day, just give me time."

Lin Jia said lightly, biting her lips.

"Then come on, but why don't you call his brother-in-law? He's very careful. He'll take revenge. I'll tell you. " Ji Qianchen reminds Lin Jiaxu of his kindness.

"I......"

Lin Jiaxu's words reached his lips, but he could not say a word.

Ling Xiaohan's performance is over.

He was applauded by the crowd.

Ling Xiaohan hands Lin Jiaxu his violin. "Give it back, boy. There is something wrong with the third string. Go back and adjust it yourself. "

"Oh, thank you." Lin Jiaxu took a look at the violin.

There is something wrong with this string. He has found it for a long time. He didn't expect that Ling Xiaohan could find it.

It's said that he is a business myth, and he was also accomplished in the music industry.

"I remember to call my brother-in-law and recognize your identity. It's getting late. Go back."

Ling Xiaohan leads Ji Qianchen to the main villa.

The party returned to the villa.

After settling in.

Lin's villa fell into a silence, and all the people lived there.

Ji Qianchen recognized the bed and couldn't sleep at all.

Nest in Ling Xiao's cold arms.

She rubbed back and forth, and Ling Xiaohan woke up.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You can't sleep, you can't sleep."

"Count the sheep."

"That's no use at all."

"Then I'll chat with you." Ling Xiaohan lies on his side, hands on his head, staring at the woman in front of him in the dark.

"I say ten, you say one. I'm dead. I won't talk to you."

Every time I chat with Ling Xiaohan, I find fault.

He was born quiet and would not talk to her too much.

"Don't want to talk. I'm sleeping." Ling Xiaohan then closed his eyes again.

Ji Qianchen rolled a few more rolls on the bed.

All of a sudden, there was a rush of smoke outside the room.

Ji Qianchen's nose is very smart. He smelled it at the first time.

Soon, Ling Xiaohan also opened his eyes, "what's the smell?"

"It's like the smell of gasoline burning." Ji Qianchen has been trained professionally and is keen on these things.

"Get up." Ling Xiaohan immediately holds Ji Qianchen to get up from the bed, and then leads her hand to the door and opens the door lock.

Hua La -

in the moment of opening the door, a group of flames leaped to Lingxiao in the morning of the cold and the age of Qianchen.