The fast-traveling host is a squeamish bag

Chapter 89
Chu Ling secretly photographed Qiao Xiaobao's phone calls.

But when she turned around after the phone call, Chu Ling was taken aback.

But Qiao Xiaobao didn't care, after all, isn't it normal for fans to secretly take pictures of her?
After all, she has lived in the previous world for four years, and she still has basic common sense.

She is a smart baby.

"I have something to go."

After greeting his little fans, Qiao Xiaobao hurriedly left the hotel.

After Qiao Xiaobao left, Chu Ling also limped away.

The memory of yesterday returns.

Seeing that the elevator was empty, she foolishly walked in.

Then she reached the eighth floor, and happened to meet a rich second generation who had pursued her in her previous life who was going downstairs.

In her previous life, she had fallen into his arms when she didn't even look at the rich second generation.

Then came one night.

She finally waited for the rich second generation to fall asleep before running out, and then met Qiao Ling'er.

But looking at the video in his hand, Chu Ling left with peace of mind.

……

hotel room.

He Juncheng was in a daze. He felt that his headache was about to burst. Because he was drenched in cold water, he seemed to have a fever.

He had thought he would wake up next to some woman.

After all, he remembered very clearly when he grabbed a woman's hand.

He had even thought about it.

Give that woman a sum of money and tell her to get away as far as she wants.

Of course, it's fine if she wants other things, as long as she doesn't pester him.

However, he never expected that when he opened his eyes, he saw the face of Brother Pig.

He kicked excitedly.

Director Zhang was kicked awake, and underestimated dissatisfiedly: "Ling'er, you missed me so much in the morning. I'm here now."

Director Zhang had a spring dream all night, so he naturally thought that he and Qiao Xiaobao had a spring breeze.

However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as he pounced on him, he saw He Juncheng's murderous eyes.

Then he was kicked to the ground again.

He looked at He Juncheng in horror, who seemed to be without clothes. He Juncheng's muscles were well-proportioned and his skin was so delicate that even he, a man, was salivating after seeing it. However, those perfect muscles were covered with scars, and his clothes were a little messy when he looked at him. .

Did something terrible happen between him and He Juncheng last night?
That was He Juncheng, who could be said to control most of the entire entertainment industry.

But he didn't feel tired either.

Then the terrible result is...

He actually did that to He Juncheng.

Suck.

Not to mention that the other party's figure is really perfect, his face is still red, and even the purple shoe prints on his face are alluring.

slap.

Director Zhang was slapped hard on the face.

Of course, Director Zhang's idea was also He Juncheng's idea.

He didn't think he could handle the fierce medicine yesterday.

He must have done something to the fat man in front of him.

But the one he asked for help was obviously a pretty girl, how could it be him?

He Juncheng closed his eyes and recalled.

Yesterday he ran into the elevator, couldn't control it, and grabbed a girl's hand.

He still remembers that feeling.

Delicate and soft.

It's time to think of it right now.

He heard a faint voice.

"He... Mr. He, if you don't mind. I can take care of it."

Suddenly, He Juncheng's train of thought was interrupted.

He just wants to kill this fat man now.

It wasn't until he was beaten unconscious that He Juncheng held his forehead, went into the bathroom, and planned to wash up and leave.

After all, he couldn't let others know that he spent the night with an ugly fat man.

However, as soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw a huge shoe print on his blushing face.

With a bang, the mirror shattered to the ground.

Countless faces were printed on those broken mirrors, which made He Juncheng even more angry.

He will never let this damn woman go.

Looking at the shoe prints, who else can there be except women.

(End of this chapter)