Ji xiuye looked at her ruddy face. It really didn't look like something was wrong. He still remembered what he looked like in those months, so was she really all right?
"But..."
Ji xiuye had something else to say. Tang Qingge directly interrupted him, "let me ask you a question. Is Jiang Jie beautiful?"
"Does this matter now?" More important than her dying?
Tang Qingge nodded solemnly, "this is the most important thing for me now."
Ji xiuye, "..."
"How do I compare with her?"
Tang Qingge made a distance.
Ji xiuye looked at her, stuck his neck and stuttered to her beautiful talking eyes. "Of course... You are beautiful."
It goes without saying that she is naturally beautiful in his mind.
But beauty doesn't belong to him.
Thinking about this, Ji xiuye suddenly felt sad.
Is his great uncle coming recently? Otherwise, why does he want to cry so much?
"Do I have her sensible? Can I take care of my family?"
Ji xiuye, "..."
"Well, I want to know that Jiang Jie is actually very powerful. She was a famous lady since childhood. Her every move was based on the textbook. Now she looks after the Jiang group by herself... It seems that she is a good match with the big boss." Tang Qingge murmured a few words.
"What did you say?"
The more she spoke, the less her voice became. The more she spoke, the more she could not understand what she said.
"Nothing. I went to shoot."
Tangqingge then went to the dressing room and looked at her mobile phone. The boss called her. She looked at the note "kiss the little princess" jumping on her mobile phone and read it for a long time.
Suddenly, a stream of fishy sweetness surged into my throat.
She frowned fiercely, ran to the mirror immediately, untied a corner of her costume, and saw a large piece of ecchymosis on her snow-white skin.
Her face turned pale. Then there was a sound of someone entering the door behind her. She hurried to tidy up her clothes and went out without saying a word.
"Hey, sister Tang."
Someone nearby called her, but she didn't respond. She rushed into the bathroom. Tang Qingge finally vomited a mouthful of blood from her throat, and the whole person was sweating.
The cell phone vibrated again.
Tang Qingge looked at the remark "kiss the little princess" for a long time, then looked at the mirror in the bathroom.
His face in the mirror is a little bad.
Fushui is so smart?
Why did she suddenly believe in evil.
Tang Qingge wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth. Finally, his eyes dropped slightly and he still didn't answer the phone.
forget it.
What if
And at this moment, on an island in the south
Bo Qin came back from surfing, naked in his upper body and wearing only flower underpants. He walked slowly with his eyes shining. "Uncle, do you want to surf together? The sea here is really great!"
"No."
Bo Qichen stared at his mobile phone all the time, and his dark pupil narrowed.
She hung up on him just now.
Unexpectedly, I hung up.
Bo Qin just got close to the shed built next to the villa under construction. It was a warm day in the south, but the shed was as cold as an ice cellar. He had goose bumps all over.
He looked at his second uncle's face and stared.
I've got a big grass. Who provoked his second uncle?
He took a closer look tentatively. Bo Qichen's mobile phone interface was still on. The two calls he made showed that no one answered, but it was clear that the first call was from his second aunt. How could it not be connected?
Bo Qichen stared at his mobile phone in silence for a long time. Suddenly, he looked at Bo Qin and opened his lips, "there's nothing wrong with her recently?"