Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

The man's eyes were deep, and his body was slightly tilted towards Long Qingcheng. His voice sounded from above, low and hoarse, and it made people weak in the legs. But if you listen carefully, it seemed to be almost paranoid, "Retreating?"

"Do you think it's easy to get my approval?" Long Qingcheng's momentum was not lost, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.

When Di Yuanjue saw the girl who didn't want to suffer, he raised his hand and patted her on the head twice, "Okay, I'll wait for you to get their approval."

In a blink of an eye, it's four o'clock in the afternoon.

Long Qingcheng and Di Yuanjue were busy in the office.

She occasionally tilted her head, gazing deeply at the figure of the man who was concentrating on his work.

Suddenly, the words Di Yuan Jue said in the afternoon flooded into her mind.

——Long Qingcheng, I’ll wait for you to get their approval.

Long Qingcheng's eyes flashed slightly. She knew that Di Yuanjue's identity was not as simple as Master Jiu of the Di Group. The things behind Master Jiu were mysterious and powerful.

So he is also waiting for himself to become stronger.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be later than him.

I just don’t know when he started thinking about me.

Therefore, if she couldn't even convince the assistants around him, how could she go with him through thick and thin.

In this way, Long Qingcheng lowered his eyelids, gently rubbed the documents with his fingertips, and a touch of determination gradually gathered in his eyes.

Before four-thirty, Long Qingcheng pulled the information out of the mailbox, sent it, and closed the computer slowly.

Her job is from 8 a.m. to 4 a.m., and now it's past her closing time.

Di Yuanjue had just been called away by Shadow Lei and seemed to have gone to a meeting.

Long Qingcheng sat at the table and paid, picked up a note and wrote a sentence, walked to the desk and posted it within his reach.

After doing this, Long Qingcheng picked up his backpack and left.

……

At half past five, Long Qingcheng arrived at his villa on time.

When he opened the door, he saw two girls drawing in front of the mirror. They were five-pointed stars. Because Chu Xingye had a star in his name, all his cheering objects were yellow five-pointed stars.

She seemed to think of it when she sent him off to debut.

Chu Xingye asked himself.

"Sister, if I become famous, what do you think would be a good support for me?"

What was her answer?

"If there is a star in your name, let it be a star." She was so casual, but the man listened carefully. After so many years, he really turned his support into a star.

Wang Meng coughed twice and said, "Sister Long."

Lin Wei and Lin Ke both called Sister Long and ran over happily, "Jie Long, do you want to draw?"

"No need." Long Qingcheng refused.

She looked at the time and kindly reminded, "Ticket check-in is at 7 o'clock, you should hurry up."

"Okay, okay!"

"Quickly, right now."

The two girls were very skillful, they painted their eyebrows, put on beautiful little skirts, put on high heels, held the support items, and spun around twice, they looked good.

They held up the small five-star red flag and said, "Let's go, babies."

Long Qingcheng followed behind her. She was helpless and suddenly didn't want to know these two two hundred and fifty.

Hurricane Plaza.

There were so many people, it was almost crowded and it was impossible to see the head.

On the big screen above was Chu Xingye's photo.

Chu Xingye was the one talking a lot around him.

Long Qingcheng hadn't been to such a lively place for a long time. She had a headache, so she might as well go in directly through the back door.

At this moment, her phone vibrated.

I took it out and saw a WeChat reminder.

"Sister, are you here?"