Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

"Man'er, come here." Ji Chuncheng said.

Zhou Man'er, who had never had any sense of presence, came over with a gentle and generous smile, and stood with Ji Chuncheng, looking like a couple.

Some reporters, looking at this handsome man and beautiful woman, felt itchy on their hands, and even couldn't help taking a few photos.

"Now go and get the real thing, and enjoy it while everyone is here."

Zhou Man'er nodded meekly, said "OK", and walked out with a swaying alluring figure.

When the reporters saw the occupational disease again, they began to interview Ji Chuncheng and Zhou Maner's relationship status.

The flashing lights never stopped, Ji Chuncheng was troubled in his heart, but he still had to put on a mature and steady look on the surface, such a feeling, how could it be described as "suffocated".

Yan Hui had already walked to Ling Yue's side and stood side by side with him. She whispered to Ling Yue, "I know this guy. Don't look at him smiling happily, but he is actually vomiting blood in his heart!"

Ling Yue looked at her sideways, and when she saw Yan Hui appreciating the expression on Ji Chuncheng's face, she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart——

This woman, why is he still paying attention to other men when he is by her side?

Thinking of this, Ling Yue moved his body calmly, skillfully preventing Yan Hui from looking in Ji Chuncheng's direction.

Yan Hui, who was interrupted to watch, looked up suspiciously, her big and bright eyes were a little confused, and looked innocent and cute.

Ling Yue coughed and said, "The genuine Tang Qingci is coming soon."

He couldn't find anything to say for a while, so he had to repeat the good news again.

Yan Hui smiled and nodded, "I know." After a pause, Yan Hui looked into Ling Yue's eyes again and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Ling Yue was not used to Yan Hui being so serious, so he looked away uncomfortably: "You're welcome, this is nothing."

As soon as he moved his eyes away, he saw Uncle Ming and Shen Lian who were looking at their family with their arms crossed.

Shen Lian's expression was covered by a mask, so Ling Yue couldn't see it, but he could see Uncle Ming's expression clearly.

How should I put it, look at it, study it?It seemed that the old father looked at the brat who coveted his daughter.

Occasionally, some other emotions are mixed in, but hidden under those expressions, Ling Yue has no time to distinguish them in a hurry.

"Uncle Ming." After thinking for a while, Ling Yue took the initiative to go over and say hello. As for Shen Lian, he didn't know his name, so he just politely called "Mr. Shenshou".

For this kind of hard-working people, Ling Yue will not be stingy with his respect, because they deserve it.

Uncle Ming glanced at him again unceremoniously, said "um—" in a drawn-out voice, and then glanced at Yan Hui again.

Yan Hui couldn't laugh or cry at Uncle Ming's stare, she yelled reproachfully: "Uncle Ming, what are you doing—"

Uncle Ming thought to himself: What am I doing?Why are you asking me?Obviously someone wants to do something to you, okay?

Facing such a fool, Uncle Ming really didn't want to say anything, he gave Yan Hui a look of resentment.

Yan Hui was baffled, and was about to ask to clarify, but Ling Yue had already said from the side: "I heard from Yan Hui that you have returned to take charge of Yunyue Zhai again."

Uncle Ming nodded, "That's right, while this bone is not too old, I'll come and help a bunch of fennels."

"If there is anything I can help, just ask." Ling Yue said.

Yan Hui glanced at him, a little surprised, why is Ling Yue so talkative today?
But after thinking about it, he just got a piece of Tang celadon for nothing, so he must be in a very good mood.

However, when the words are spoken, they are spoken, and taking advantage of her good mood, Yan Hui became more courageous, and she half-jokingly half-seriously said: "President Ling Da keeps his word, and I will really look for you in the future if I need anything. "

"Of course, you can find me anytime." Ling Yue said seriously.

It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive. In Yan Hui's opinion, there is also a "serious expression" added to this sentence. Anyway, when she saw Ling Yue's serious expression, her heart skipped a beat.

The little interaction between the two did not escape the eyes of the two opposite people at all. Uncle Ming and Shen Lian looked at each other with the meaning of "really enough" in their eyes.

The few people chatted briefly, and Zhou Man'er came with the real thing. When Shen Lian saw this Tang celadon, he blurted out two more words - "really".

Yan Hui stepped forward to take a look, and sure enough, this Tang celadon is the real thing, it is Yan's father's collection.

Seeing this piece of Tang celadon, Yan Hui seemed to see Yan's father's familiar smiling face again. The cold porcelain was also warmed by memory. She couldn't help stretching out her hand, wanting to touch this porcelain.

Just when Yan Hui's hand was about to touch this piece of porcelain, suddenly a pair of hands took it away even with the container in it.

"After all, it's not yours, so it's better not to touch it casually." Zhou Man'er's voice came from one side.

Yan Hui withdrew her hand, she didn't want to have any disputes with Zhou Man'er on this, if something happened to the porcelain, she would really be heartbroken to death.

Zhou Man'er made Yan Hui disgusted, and felt a little bit of anger in her heart, she proudly raised the corners of her bright red mouth.

"Then can you give me my things?" Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, and the biting coldness was aimed at Zhou Man'er.

It turned out that the creator of the cold air was Ling Yue.When Zhou Man'er saw him, she couldn't say anything immediately, so she could only pass Tang Qingci obediently.

The reporters finally let Ji Chuncheng go when an authentic eight-figure item arrived, and ran over to take pictures.

Only then did Ji Chuncheng heave a sigh of relief, he was really going to be driven crazy by these reporters, only you didn't want to say anything, and there was nothing they didn't dare to ask.

"Mr. Ling, Ms. Yan. Why don't you take a picture in front of Tang Qingci now!" Another reporter suggested.

These two men are handsome and beautiful, standing together is a beautiful scenery. If this piece of top-quality porcelain is added, it will be perfect.

If this photo can be taken, the reporter who suggested it secretly thought, he must make this photo the front page of the headline, and make it big.

Looking at the expectant eyes of those reporters, Yan Hui didn't know what to do. She herself didn't care about taking pictures, but she didn't know Ling Yue's thoughts.

Casting a questioning look at Ling Yue, Ling Yue moved his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded.

"Crack." A beautiful photo.Forever fixed down.