Chapter 654: 341 Cross-year
Ming Jing and Tao Xianxian both looked at the young man in surprise, and Tao Xianxian was astonished, “Does Xingxing have such a handsome little boyfriend?”
Ming Jing looked at Yan Chen and pointed in the direction of the security checkpoint, “Xingxing just went in.”
“Thanks.” Yan Chen quickly chased after her.
“Xingxing, this is Yan Chen, where are you?”
As soon as Tao Xingxing heard the call, she immediately rushed out of the security checkpoint, waved excitedly across the barrier tape, “Yan Chen, I’m here.”
Yan Chen rushed over, “Why didn’t you tell me before going abroad? Were you planning to hide it from me forever if I hadn’t heard it from someone else?”
Tao Xingxing sighed, “It happened so suddenly that I was taken aback.”
Looking up again, Tao Xingxing’s eyes were as bright as stars, “I’m very happy that you’re here to send me off.”
“Xingxing, it’s time to go.” Wu Jiaqi urged from behind.
“Yan Chen, I have to go. I’m sorry, I might not be able to listen to your singing in the future. I wish you become a great singer.”
Yan Chen took off the pendant from his neck and stuffed it into her hand, “Xingxing, you must wait for me. I will go abroad to find you.”
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Yan Chen left the airport with a gloomy look, “Hey, kid, do you like Xingxing?”
No wonder Wen Na, a seasoned editor in the fashion circle for many years, could easily win people over with a few words.
Ming Jing asked, “When?”
“Shooting for the magazine on January 5th, and the gala event on the 12th. This year’s venue is in Jiangzhou, which is your home turf, Miss.”
“Accept it for me.”
Tao Xianxian smiled, “Miss, when you attend the event, the red carpet has always been the stage for actresses. You will definitely outshine all of them. None of those actresses in the entertainment industry can compare to you. As long as we spread the word, lots of big brands will sponsor your jewelry and clothing.”
Ming Jing didn’t waste too much energy on these matters. The car drove into the underground parking lot of Tonghe Shengshi.
Ming Jing got out of the car, and the driver continued to drive Tao Xianxian home.
The underground garage was empty and cold, with flickering sensor lights and bone-piercing cold wind coming from an unknown direction, blowing Ming Jing’s hair and dress hem.
Ming Jing hesitated, squinting her eyes slightly.
A murderous aura silently spread, like a dense, impenetrable net.
A shadow, as agile as a leopard, emerged from the depths of darkness, wielding a soft whip aimed straight at Ming Jing’s neck.
The soft whip was boneless yet more terrifying than the scythe of death. Under the dim sensor light, the barbs on the whip shimmered with a cold, eerie gleam, and just as the whip was about to wrap around Ming Jing, a shadow darted out in the nick of time, a long arm sweeping through the air and catching the whip with a bare hand.
The young man dressed in black blended with the night, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.
Behind him, a young girl stood as immovable as a mountain, her white skirt fluttering in the night breeze, like a soft and beautiful dream.