Jun Qing took the clothes into his hand. The person who had always been eloquent did not expect a rebuttal.

She glanced at Di Lin on the sofa, pulled a blanket and wrapped it in her body, and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing the traces on her body in the mirror, she cursed out loud in laughter and cry.

"Di Lin, you hate it!"

Di Lin sat on the sofa, staring at the computer screen without raising his head.

"What's wrong with me?"

After coming out of the bathroom, Jun Qing pulled down the blanket and pointed at the bottom of his collarbone.

"You see it yourself!"

Di Lin looked at her sideways, withdrew his gaze calmly, and continued to look at his documents.

"You can wear it tighter."

He answered very calmly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Holding his expression from afar, Jun gently gritted his teeth and walked over.

He raised his hand and took the computer on his knee, sat on his lap, grabbed his tie, and pouted his mouth and met his eyes.

"Did you mean it?"

Raising his fingers, Di Lin gently stroked her collarbone and gently stroked her knees.

"Now you are Mrs. Emperor, here you go down and here you go up and no one is allowed to see!"

The traces of his kissing were the red thread he gave her.

In this matter, he is absolutely domineering and autocratic.

Jun was slightly surprised, but couldn't help but hold his tie and laughed out loud.

"Yes, Mr. Emperor!"

The doorbell rang, and knew that it was the deliveryman coming to deliver the meal, Di Lin gently patted her on the shoulder.

"Go to take a shower, and after dinner I'll take you to the TV station."

After dinner, Di Lin drove her to the TV station in person.

Drive into the TV station parking lot, Di Lin parked the car near the entrance: "I'll come to see you again in the evening."

"Okay!" Jun Qing nodded, "I will ask Yiyi to prepare the ticket for you."

He got out of the car and waved to him through the window. Jun stepped onto the steps and walked into the TV station gate.

When she came to the studio hall of "The Strongest Singer and Writer" upstairs, she entered the entrance of the actors and walked into the lounge dedicated to her and Leng Mo.

In the lounge, Leng Mo and Zhao Yiyi were having lunch. When they saw her coming in, both of them stopped.

"You eat yours, don't worry about me!" Jun Qing waved his hands to the two of them, put the things in his hands on the table, and sat down to Leng Mo: "How is it, is it going to be smooth in the morning?"

Leng Mo put down the tableware in his hand: "Ni Wei and the others didn't come in the morning!"

Seeing that he had finished his meal, Jun Qing took out the music score from his bag, turned on one of the pages, and sent it to Leng Mo. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the position where he had marked it: "On the way here, I thought about it carefully. Let's change the rhythm a little bit here, so that it can be richer..."

As he was talking, the door had been knocked off.

"Here!" Zhao Yiyi got up, opened the door, and came back with a huge rectangular gift box for a moment, "Sister Jun, your express delivery."

Jun Qing was studying the music scores performed at night with Leng Mo, but he didn't even raise his head.

"You can help me to tear it!"

Zhao Yiyi took out the scissors and cut the tape to open the seal and flipped open the lid of the gift box.

When she saw what was in the box, she exclaimed immediately.

“Wow—so beautiful!”

Hearing her sigh, Jun Qing and Leng Mo looked up at the same time.

At this time, Zhao Yiyi had already taken the skirt from the box.

The hem of the skirt, which was like smoke and fog, scattered instantly.

The dress is extremely thin, and the three-dimensional hooks on the hand-embroidered pieces are exquisite and elegant.
Chapter completed!