Fast Transmigration: Protect our villain boss

"I don't know much." Luo Miao didn't understand what she knew. She just told the truth.

She is so serious.

She is so cute.

Jiang Jing did not dwell on this issue with her. He held her hand holding the sleeve, ran his rough thumb across the fingertips, and interlocked his fingers: "Okay, let Miaomiao worry about it, I won't be angry."

He had a smile on his face, as gentle as water, and it was obvious that he fully accepted what Luo Miao said.

Jiang Jing's heart didn't waver at all when he heard that his "friend", the star chaser, had died suddenly. He didn't know that "friend" either.

It doesn't sound like he is a serious "friend". He would just forget about his sudden death and drag Luo Miao into troubled waters.

However, Jiang Jing is not easy to comment on the behavior of his "friend". Without her, he and Luo Miao may not have met.

I can only say immorally, die well.

"Did that 'friend' say how long he will take care of Ding Xiaopeng?" Jiang Jing asked. With his current status, it is not difficult to promote an artist who has a lot of traffic. Of course he has to like his wife's artist.

Luo Miao's expression was serious and serious: "She hopes that Ding Xiaopeng will become the second you. The number of fans must reach your level."

The entertainment industry ceiling, the original owner regarded it as the only criterion for success.

"How many fans does Ding Xiaopeng have now?"

"Full budget, 20."

Among them, there are 100,000 movie star fans who pay special attention to criticize him.

"Your friend, you are very brave to think about it."

Jiang Jing was speechless. He entered the industry at the age of fifteen, and relied on repeated operations with the resources of the Jiang family to achieve his current status in the thirteen years since his debut.

With his and Luo Miao's resources, plus Ding Xiaopeng's own efforts, it would take at least ten years.

My wife still has to chase another man for ten years.

Jiang Jing narrowed her eyes slightly.

At this time, Ding Xiaopeng, who was sleeping in the room, had a cold feeling on his back. He had to wrap up his blanket tightly to deal with the inexplicable cold wind.

Seeing that he was quiet again, Luo Miao got closer and looked at his cold eyes: "What is Teacher Jiang thinking about again?"

The distance was extremely close, and the overbearing fragrance of flowers enveloped him. Jiang Jing took advantage of the situation and pulled him up into his arms.

Luo Miao's back was turned to his chest, Jiang Jing's chin rested on her shoulder, feeling suffocated: "Miaomiao, you're holding me tight."

With his way of doing things, he would disappear if he was an eyesore.

If you can't bury him, you can give him a sewing machine.

Ding Xiaopeng is silly and sweet, and it would be no problem to set up a trap for him to step on for five, six, seven or eight years.

But he could only think about it. His wife was stubborn and couldn't change her mind. If Ding Xiaopeng disappeared, Jiang Jing couldn't even imagine how angry she would be.

"Let's talk about it first. I don't object to you being entrusted to take care of him, but you can't forget to eat and rest because of work like today. Do you want to die suddenly like your friends? No, you have to promise me that Ding Xiaopeng and Mao are here In the short term, I can only divert one-third of your attention, if you can’t do it..."

Luo Miao let him hold her, and raised her brows slightly when she heard his words: "What if I can't do it?"

The hand on her waist tightened a little, and the man's aggrieved and childish threat came from the ear, "If you can't do it, I will go to Weibo to hack him! I will lead the entire Xingyu to hack him!"

"can."

"I know Miaomiao loves me the most." Jiang Jing was satisfied. He never raised his head from beginning to end, taking advantage of everything.

There was a cold biting pain on his neck. When Luo Miao was about to get angry, Jiang Jing was very discerning and stopped.

The hugging posture did not change, and he took out a document from the cabinet to divert his attention, "Actually, I didn't just stay in my room sulking all day."

Luo Miao saw the photo of the man on the file and temporarily forgot about pulling his hair.

"This is Qin Yue." The blurry color-printed photos could not block Qin Yue's innate superiority. In order to let Luo Miao see the difference more intuitively, Jiang Jing took out the high-definition picture on her mobile phone and showed it to her, "To be precise, It was Qin Yue two years ago."

Two years ago, Qin Yue was 27 years old and had just entered the group for internship. He still had the vigor of a young man and was a bit immature.

Two years later, Qin Yue was 29 years old, and his aura had completely changed.

The photo is when Jiang Jing saw Qin Yue for the first time. He exuded a depressive atmosphere.

Just like Jiang Jing described, what Qin Yue gave him was like a vicious snake lying in his own territory. Venomous snakes will not only attack intruders who enter their territory, but will also go out to hunt. Whenever they see prey, they will open their fangs and kill the prey with poison.

In just two years, unless a major disaster occurred, how could a person's aura change so much?

Jiang Jing saw what Luo Miao was thinking, turned to the next page and said: "He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and his life was very nourishing. The only hardships should be that the person he fell in love with had another love and that he went to attend a yacht party a year ago. , he accidentally fell into the sea when he was drunk, and he was already dead when he was fished out."

"Everyone thought he was hopeless, but two hours later he kicked off his legs and miraculously woke up."