Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her for three years. This Tong Anqi has really changed a lot. It can be described as a sudden change in her painting style. Before, I remember her style was that of a young and beautiful girl, but now she looks exactly like that of Chinese descent.
She looks like a hot girl. It's getting colder day by day. She actually wears a low-cut butt-covering skirt under her white coat. Her slit is exposed. It seems that she has eaten too many hamburgers and her breasts have been stretched out.
Looking at her obviously over-modified face, thick eyebrows, and red lips, I admit that she is quite sexy, but I always feel that there is a trace of vulgarity in this sexiness.
"Ha, it's really you. You really look like a man now."
This guy could eat a hundred beans without feeling too fishy. I still clearly remember her asking me to beat her so hard that even her mother couldn’t recognize her character. Now she can actually lick her face and pretend to be fine with me.
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Turning my face away, I was too lazy to talk to her. To be honest, I knew that An Qi was not a light-hearted person. From the age of three, the conflict between the two of us was deep-rooted. In this life, I never expected her to have such an interest in me.
Sisterhood, but I really don’t pay much attention to people like her. Although she is annoying and irritating, compared with Zhuo Jing’s mother, she is not even a bit inferior. No, I should say that she is not even a star.
Xu Linlin, maybe even she can't compare.
"Why, are you pretending not to know me?"
Tong Anqi dragged her trolley suitcase and stepped on her ten-inch high heels to move in front of me with a few small steps. She looked like she was afraid that I wouldn't be able to see her: "Do you still owe me an apology?"
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I looked at her with a cold face: "Make no mistake, you want to apologize to me, but I don't need it."
Tong Anqi looked at me and smiled softly as if she was mentally disturbed: "Oh, forget it, I don't know you the same way anymore. It's been three years since that happened.
After my brother was kicked, he was stimulated, so he dressed more and more abnormally. Hey, I heard my mother say that you opened your own shop, right? Hey, I also heard my mother say that you were looking after others.
If you let people expose it on the Internet and make it known to everyone, there are no fans left, right? It's okay to fool children. Listen to my advice, be careful. That's feudal superstition of yours. Don't let me get you caught."
I gritted my teeth slightly: "Tong Anqi, if you don't want to be beaten like a pig's head by me again, then get away from me."
Not only was Tong Anqi not angry, but she smiled indifferently: "Tsk tsk tsk, you really haven't changed at all. You are still so arrogant after beating someone. But I have thought about it in the past three years. You have already received what you deserve."
I was punished, and my uncle and aunt also came to see me and told me not to be angry with you, saying that we are related, and if you break the bones, the tendons are still attached."
I sneered, thinking quite openly. I watched the man carrying the camera and the female reporter gradually approach, and glanced at Cheng Baize, who was still on the phone. I couldn't help but turn my face to the side and whispered.
He replied: "You and I have nothing to do with each other. It would be best for us to stay away from each other for the rest of our lives."
"Let's put it this way, Lin Qiao, I have thought through a lot of things in the past three years. I did do something wrong. After all, you are my sister, but I still said the same thing. Since it was at the beginning
What's mine is mine, and it's wrong for you to snatch it away. But seeing that you two have been separated for so long, I think you should let it go. Don't worry, if I become the young mistress of the Zhuo family in the future, I won't be able to enjoy it by myself. That's right.
For the sake of uncle, we are all relatives, so if you need anything, I will still take care of your order."
What a beautiful thought. This person's shameless nature has really not changed at all. How did she say these words? It seems that she has not tasted Zhuo Jing's fucking power at all. Just dress like this.
What kind of young lady, she can just die and be the aunt of some fat boss?
Just as we were talking, the female reporter walked up to us, looked at us and handed over the wireless microphone directly: "Hello, we are..."
"How did you know I was back?"
Before I could say anything, Tong Anqi pushed her chest forward like an assistant: "I thought the Miss World selection contest I participated in was not paid attention to in the country. Even though it was among the top 30, it still brought glory to the country.
, are you here to interview me specifically? Wait a minute, I’ll put on my makeup first.”
I was speechless, top thirty? You have the nerve to say it, there were only thirty people participating, so I turned around and walked directly to Cheng Baize, I hope it was interviewing you for the Miss Laoshizi World Selection Competition!
"I'm sorry, Miss, please give me permission. You made a mistake. We are interviewing Mr. Ma."
A voice came from behind me immediately. I frowned and quickened my pace, listening to Tong Anqi's obviously confused voice: "Who, Mr. Ma?"
"Mr. Ma, please wait, that's it. Can we interrupt you for a minute or two? I heard that you just gave Mr. Li Maocheng a Feng Shui review in Hong Kong, right?"
I raised my hand to cover my face, "I'm sorry, I'm not accepting interviews." After saying that, I tugged on Cheng Baize's clothes: "Can you go?"
Cheng Baize turned around and saw the reporter was obviously stunned for a moment, and nodded: "Let's go."
"Wait a minute, is that Mr. Cheng? Mr. Cheng, I met you at a real estate tailoring ceremony two years ago. At that time, you were already a well-known Feng Shui master. Do you want to get acquainted with Mr. Ma?
Mr. Ma, I just want to ask you to express your opinion on the doomsday theory, Mr. Ma..."
I followed Cheng Baize and hurriedly walked towards the exit. When I glanced out of the corner of my eye, I could clearly see Tong Anqi's dazed look. To be honest, I felt that the future would not be peaceful.
Sitting in the car, I glanced at Cheng Baize helplessly: "What is the doomsday thing?"
Cheng Baize smiled and said: "It's nonsense, just listen to it once, but your fight really scared me."
I raised my eyes and looked at him: "It's strange, why does this reporter know that I came back from Hong Kong today? My news can't be found now."
Cheng Baize leaned back in his seat: "The crux of the problem is that the fact that you showed Mr. Li Feng Shui in Hong Kong was reported, and you are already in the limelight now. Li Maocheng is a well-known wealthy businessman, but you have been labeled as a mainlander by the Hong Kong media.
As a well-known Onmyoji, coupled with the mystery of the profession, this is a big selling point for the mainland media in every aspect. Gossip reporters have such a keen sense of smell that you can’t even imagine that the news on your website is Zhuo Jing’s.
Find someone to delete it, but don’t forget that he is a businessman and often needs to borrow media. They are in a cooperative relationship, so no matter how powerful he is, he cannot completely ban a celebrity, and
This celebrity is not an artist yet. He doesn’t need to make movies to promote himself or please the media to maintain his popularity. The more mysterious he is, the more popular he is. Do you understand what I mean..."
I didn't respond. There are indeed too many media companies now, and Zhuo Jing can't negotiate with every one of them. Otherwise, I would have disappeared when my online news was most deleted, and the media is chasing me like this.
The reason is probably what Cheng Baize said, I am not an artist, but an onmyoji who is mysterious and unusual among the public, so there is an interaction between Zhuo Jing and netizens, who are posting and deleting.
OK, people really need fresh excitement, so my selling point is freshness and excitement, the most handsome Onmyoji, haha.
Probably seeing that I didn't look good, Cheng Baize opened his mouth again and continued: "Maybe it's because I'm not sure when you'll come back, but this is an airport. There are always one or two persistent media waiting here."
I said 'hehe': "Yes, even if you don't catch me, I can still interview you."
Cheng Baize waved his hand: "Okay, I didn't expect that reporters would still remember me after I didn't show up for two years. This is all your credit."
I moved my lips and started the car: "Would you like to go back with me to see my grandpa?"
"I still have something to do. You can send me back to the studio first. Then I will go to Anton to find you. I have a surprise for grandpa."
"surprise?"
Cheng Baize smiled: "Of course, but my surprise is for grandpa, it has nothing to do with you, just drive."