Newlyweds are in a hurry: the exorbitantly expensive wife of a famous family 1809. Chapter 1809 Secretary Rong who is strangely respected and intimidated [4]
1809. Chapter 1809 Secretary Rong who is strangely respected and intimidated [4]
"Miss? Chi——"
Qiao Xin suddenly sneered, her pure almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, a cold look was like a knife taken off its scabbard, and she stabbed directly at Cen Jingsong. She walked around her figure and scanned up and down: "I have never seen Miss.
Sister Bo, sister-in-law, you think the lady that Miss Cen refers to should be similar to the little star my brother plays, right? That is, in comparison, the price is a bit cheap, isn't it? "
She probably means miss and little star.
This made Cen Jingsong, who had a high self-esteem, instantly turn pale with anger.
"Who are you talking about! Huh... don't put too much credit on yourself. With your virtues, your brother is not that high, and he still plays like a star? I think he is just as good as a rich woman!"
"Hey, I'm talking about a little star, why are you so anxious? Are you a little star? You're a bitch, I've never seen you before! You're definitely not famous!"
After casually announcing the names of a few celebrities, Qiao Xin tilted her head and asked cutely: "Do you know them? Compared with the people I just mentioned, what level are you in?"
"..."
Cen Jingsong suddenly fell into silence.
She looked at Qiao Xin as if she was seeing a monster.
Most of the celebrities that Qiao Xin reported just now are big names. The only one who is a little less famous is a famous lady from the capital. No matter who it is, they are younger than her, a newcomer who has just debuted a few years ago.
Hua Dan is much stronger.
But although this little girl didn't look like she was lying, the clothes she was wearing were too shabby, and she didn't wear any expensive accessories. Just the glass-like thing on her wrist didn't look worth much.
Not to mention people of her level, even girls two levels below her, no one is as shabby as her!
"Why aren't you talking? Weren't you very good at speaking just now? Yes, you are also very good at barking!"
Qiao Xin happily covered her mouth and snickered, with a innocent and harmless look on her face, "Ah, by the way, this sister. I haven't shown you a photo of me yet! Look, you are particularly photogenic in it.
Like a rescued lost woman!"
The phone was shaking in her white and tender body.
Dazzling.
This made Cen Jingsong, who had just turned his attention, suddenly jump up like a female leopard, rush towards Qiao Xin, and reach out to grab it: "You bitch, you are the one who lost your feet! If you are wise, please return the photo quickly.
Give it to me, otherwise, I will let my dad——ah!!!”
Before he could finish his words, screams started over and over again.
In the blink of an eye, Cen Jingsong, who had been arrogant just now, turned into an arc and leaned straight back.
What a coincidence, he just happened to fall on Jia Dandan's fat and white belly, touching a certain swollen thing on his almost half-disabled body. It hurt so much that he grabbed Cen Jingsong's hair, pushed her out, and killed the pig.
It seemed to howl.
On this side, Xue Ying calmly put away his feet and turned to look at Qiao Xin, who was held behind him by Bao Jinghan: "Miss, are you okay?"
"Are you asking me or Sister Bo?"
Qiao Xin held her head and stared at the Blood Eagle narrowly.
But Yun Chunxi, who was standing on the other side, rewarded her with a chestnut and hit her on the top of the head: "Little Voldemort, please calm down! If you fight with a madman, you are not afraid of humiliating your Qiao family.
Identity!"
Qiao family?
Which Qiao family!
Cen Jingsong fell to the ground, almost forgetting the pain, and looked at the door in disbelief.
