Provoking his ex-uncle in Survival Variety Show

Hearing Jiang Cheng's question, Jiang Chi thought to himself, if he wasn't here, then maybe Jiang Cheng would be bullied by this blood-sucking agent.

He said: "I don't know if it's all on the hot search. I just came out of the airport, and I saw the push when I swiped Weibo."

He was sitting in the car and saw that video, he was so angry, he didn't expect that in just a few days, a well-behaved person would be sick and weak like this, and he was dragged like this by a crappy manager, obviously he didn't care at all Artist's physical condition.

Jiang Chi became more determined now that the previous Jiangcheng video had nothing to do with this manager.

"Originally, I wanted to come here too. When we were talking about studio cooperation, I thought they were quite sincere, but in the end they had such an attitude towards artists in private." He snorted coldly, "Then there is no need for cooperation."

He said and looked at Jiang Cheng: "It was a coincidence that I bumped into you coming out. Don't worry, I will take you to a clinic of an acquaintance. The medical records will not be leaked, and the privacy is much stronger than that of a general hospital."

Jiang Chi spoke very fast and talked a lot, so he didn't give Jiang Cheng a chance to interrupt.

Jiang Cheng could only nod his head in thanks: "Then I will trouble you."

"Why are you being polite to me. You should take a nap first, the road is blocked at the moment, and it may take more than half an hour to drive there." Jiang Chi said.

Jiang Cheng responded, he was really hurt a lot in the company, he closed his eyes, he didn't know whether he felt relieved or was really too tired, he soon fell into a coma.

Because of the fever, Jiang Cheng folded his arms unconsciously and curled up slightly.

Seeing this, Jiang Chi said softly to the driver in the front row: "Old Gu, turn up the air conditioner."

"Okay, Second Young Master."

Jiang Chi leaned back against the pillow, propped his head up and fiddled with the tablet.

His WeChat has already been typed with many messages, most of which are from Yan Qifei, and he doesn't even bother to click on it.

Just got off the plane, I'm tired, don't bother.

He was playing with his tablet, taking a look at the situation in Jiangcheng from time to time.

Jiang Cheng leaned against the car window and slept with his eyes closed. He was extremely quiet. His half-length hair fell to his ears, and there was a small red mole behind his ear, which was a little darker than Jiang Cheng's current lips.

At this moment, he pursed his lips slightly because of discomfort, his face was pale, but it was stained a little red because of the burn, and the twilight of the setting sun gently gathered his eyebrows and eyes through the window glass, as if they were coated with a layer of red. Soft light.

Jiang Chi suddenly thought of something, and quickly picked up the electronic pen to draw on the tablet.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped slowly and steadily, and the driver said, "Second Young Master, we are here."

Jiang Chi put down the tablet with a lot of thought, and replied after hearing the words: "I see."

He turned to Jiangcheng: "Jiangcheng? Wake up, we're at the clinic."

Jiang Cheng let out a "huh", frowned slightly and opened his eyes. It took a second or two before he realized where he was.

Jiang Chi reached out his hand to check Jiangcheng's forehead temperature, it seemed that the fever had subsided, and his complexion was a little better than when he got in the car.

He heaved a sigh of relief, looked at Jiangcheng again, and rarely saw Jiangcheng in such a confused state. He couldn't help but smile and said, "The fever seems to have subsided, but I have to let Uncle Fei take a look."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng responded, opened the door and got out of the car.

The car parked in front of a small independent bungalow, which looked different from the private clinic that Jiang Cheng thought it looked more like a private house.

Jiang Chi stepped forward and rang the doorbell: "Uncle Fei, I'm bringing a friend over."

After two seconds, the door opened automatically, and a gentle male voice came from inside: "Come in."

The two walked in, and Jiang Chi introduced to Jiang Cheng in a soft voice: "This is a clinic opened by a friend of my dad's. His level is quite high, and he is especially good at surgery..."

"It's you again, what's going on this time? Dislocated? Broken?" A tall man came out of the back room and interrupted Jiang Chi. He was wearing a mask and a white coat, which made the place look a bit What the clinic looks like now.

"Uncle Fei." Jiang Chi smiled and said hello, "A friend is sick and has a fever, and his status is not suitable for public hospitals, so I brought him here."

Hearing this, Fei Luonan looked at Jiang Cheng. He paused slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Chi for a few seconds, and then looked at Jiang Chi again: "Well, then you take him into Room [-], I'll come over later."

"Okay." Jiang Chi responded.

A simple cold and fever didn't need much trouble to deal with. Fei Luonan asked Jiang Cheng to hang two bags of water and prescribed some medicine, and asked the two of them to solve it by themselves.

He turned and walked away. Jiang Cheng's eyes fell on Fei Luonan's slightly limping right foot. Although it was not obvious, something was wrong when he looked closely.

Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, and turned to land on the medicine box in his hand. The daily dosage was written on the box with a ballpoint pen, and there was a decimal point and a completely obliterated number at the end, as if he accidentally wrote something more .

Jiang Cheng touched the bumpy engraving, and Jiang Chi saw it, and explained, "Don't worry, the dosage is definitely not wrong for you."

"I know." Jiang Cheng smiled when he heard this, he wasn't worried about this.

He was just a little curious about who Fei Luonan was. Just looking at the exposed eyebrows and eyes, he looked a bit like the person in an old photo he had seen, but as far as he knew, the people in that photo seemed to be dead. .

He shook his head, cleared his mind, and silently warned himself in his heart not to confuse the memories and experiences of his previous life with this world, otherwise he would get lost and confused sooner or later.

"By the way, hasn't Ah Sui's manager contacted you? What are you going to do now? Or wait until the contract expires before changing studios?" Jiang Chi asked.

"It should be waiting for the contract to expire, and there is only half a month left." Jiang Cheng said.

Jiang Chi heard the words and asked: "Then this half month, your itinerary will still be in charge of that guy just now?"

"Well, it's a big deal to refrigerate. There's not much he can do, so don't worry." Jiang Cheng thought very openly.

"You're quite optimistic." Jiang Chi was amused, feeling that Jiang Cheng's ignorance in this area didn't look like an insider at all, he said, "Refrigeration, I think it's a good result instead, I'm afraid he will give you something Moth, what is your known itinerary behind you?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and said, "The Muxie dinner is one of them. I don't know about the others."

"Oh yes, the reward mentioned in the previous program bet, right?" Jiang Chi had a little impression, "It's getting closer, in three days. Have you prepared your dress and styling?"

"Look at Wang Chen. Jane then said to help me prepare a suit, and find time for my assistant to bring it to me, in case Wang Chen is unprepared." Jiang Cheng said.

"That's right, it's definitely too late for customization at this point, I can only wear ready-made clothes." Jiang Chi nodded thoughtfully.

He looked up at Jiang Cheng, and slowly his eyes lit up: "I have an idea, tell A Sui not to send it off."

Jiang Cheng looked over suspiciously.

Jiang Chi said: "Tomorrow... the day after tomorrow will be better. You can rest tomorrow. You are just recovering from a serious illness. I will pick you up to my studio the day after tomorrow. I have a few handmade dresses that are not yet finished. I should change them for you." It doesn’t take much time to wear it.”

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this method was good: "I think you must be suitable!"

Jiang Cheng had no objection: "You don't mind the trouble..."

"No trouble. You must not know how happy it is to have your designs worn by the most suitable model. No matter how much you pay, it is worth it." Jiang Chi interrupted him, stretched out his hand to pinch Jiang Cheng's cheek, He smiled and said, "Just by imagining it, I think you will be the most perfect."

Jiang Cheng: "..." Is it that exaggerated?

People who engage in art, he doesn't quite understand.

He gently patted Jiang Chi's hand away: "Okay then, I hope you will be really happy."

Jiang Chi: "..." It's weird, but I can't say it.

After Jiangcheng finished hanging the water, at Jiangchi's insistence, he sent him back to the old apartment.

Jiangchi's Maybach has a relatively wide body, and the roads in old-fashioned residential areas like this are narrow, making it difficult to drive in, so Jiangcheng asked the driver to stop outside.

Jiang Chi looked around at the place where Jiang Cheng lived, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this assigned to you by the company or is it?"

"At first, I rented it myself, but I didn't change the place afterwards," Jiang Cheng said.

Jiang Chi nodded, and joked, "When Wu Yong becomes your manager, the first thing to do is probably to let you move."

"Jane Sui and the others said the same." Jiang Cheng laughed, "Then I'll go up first, and I'll trouble you today, thank you very much."

Jiang Chi let out a soft "tsk" and pushed Jiang Cheng: "I'll get angry if you keep being polite to me."

Jiang Cheng tapped Jiang Chi's shoulder lightly and smiled: "Let's go, see you the day after tomorrow."

Jiang Chi watched Jiang Cheng walk into the old building carrying a medicine box and bag. He rubbed the shoulder that had been hammered by Jiang Cheng. It didn't hurt, but this kind of intimacy between brothers was quite strange to him. not bad.

Under human intervention, the small episodes on Weibo not only were not suppressed, but intensified.

Many onlookers felt that Jiangcheng should terminate the contract immediately, and that the brokerage company was overly exploiting the labor force and supported going through legal procedures.

Wang Chen was made one head and two big, and he couldn't understand how a small Jiangcheng, after participating in a variety show, had such a lot of energy in just a few days?

"Confused!" Boss Yan slapped the table angrily, "You don't understand until now, is this a matter of Jiangcheng alone? Do you think the surveillance video of this coffee shop is just sent by a fan who has seen the road wrong? "

"Even if it was like this at the beginning! Now that the trouble is all focused on terminating the contract, legal weapons are required, and crowdfunding is required, it's clear that other families are behind the scenes!" Mr. Yan pointed at Wang Chen's nose and scolded, "And SevenTimes! How much time and energy did I spend just to negotiate this cooperation?!"

"Do you know how many star teams have sharpened their heads in order to wear a new model from his family! Just one appearance on the red carpet and one meeting is enough to pull a lot of fashion resources! It's good, Just your stinky mouth, now people don't care about it!"

Wang Chen was so scolded that he couldn't say a word, and he still felt wronged in his heart. How did he know that he would bump into someone from SevenTimes?

This is obviously in their company, usually if a brand party comes over, they have to make an appointment in advance, how can someone from outside suddenly come in at such a time? !

It's really fucking bad luck for eight lifetimes!

"What about Jiang Xinghao? What is being said on the Internet now?" Boss Yan asked again.

Wang Chen replied in a buzzing voice: "It's been suppressed."

He sent out the materials for the ward visit arranged last time, and there were new materials to offset, and the attention of netizens finally shifted a little.

"That's good. The next Muxie dinner will be the highlight. Since Jane will attend along with them, then it will be a good opportunity to dispel rumors and arrange a few group photos." President Yan said.

Wang Chen nodded: "I will communicate with their manager."

"Warning Jiang Xinghao and Jiang Cheng, don't try to use their brains at the dinner party, it's not something they can afford!" Mr. Yan warned sharply, looked at Wang Chen and emphasized, "And you, I told you a long time ago As for Jiangcheng, the company's plan is to renew the contract, so I want you to comfort him, but you went over to talk to him early in the morning? I'm afraid he won't be able to renew the contract with us?! Pig brains!"

Wang Chen whispered: "He was not like this..."

"You know it's the original! Have you carefully watched his live broadcast for the past two days? Do you know Jiangcheng now?" Boss Yan asked a series of questions again.

Wang Chen defended himself and said, "I've been busy with Jiang Xinghao's affairs these two days, so I don't have the time to watch Jiangcheng's live broadcast..."

"If you only care about one artist, then the company can't afford someone as efficient as you, get out!" Mr. Yan directly flew a folder on the table towards Wang Chen, and the sharp corner of the folder hit Wang Chen's forehead, A cut was made, and Wang Chen covered his forehead in pain and took a deep breath.

Yan Qifei paused when he saw this, took a deep breath and managed to calm himself down, and said in a low voice: "Forget it! Go out now, I want to see that the dinner notice in two days' time is full of praise. If anyone makes a mistake, I will The first one will not spare you!"

Wang Chen nodded again and again: "Don't worry, Mr. Yan."

After he finished speaking, he was about to leave the office when he suddenly stopped, turned his head around, and asked in a low voice, "Then Mr. Yan... Is Jiang Xinghao still the one we're supporting now?"

"Did Jiangcheng sign a contract extension with you?" Mr. Yan asked Wang Chen back.

Wang Chen paused for a moment and realized that President Yan probably believed that it was impossible for Jiang Cheng to renew his contract with them now, so he still wanted to keep Jiang Xinghao's reputation and popularity.

He nodded in response: "I see."

A day later, Jiangchi came to pick up Jiangcheng early in the morning.

"It seems that you are in good spirits. Are you recovering well in the past two days?" Jiang Chi looked at Jiang Cheng with a smile, and then said, "Let me briefly tell you about the subsequent arrangements."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

"Later, I will go to the studio first, and I will try on a few designs for you, and then tailor them to you. These are all our jobs. You can rest on the sidelines. When you are ready, you can try them on and freeze them. , let’s make some minor adjustments, and then give you the hair and makeup that suits this outfit.”

"After confirming the final effect, we will take a composition picture. If we get permission, we will consider releasing it on various platforms of the official Weibo. If not, it is just our internal data archive. I have to tell you about it. Get your Your permission." Jiang Chi looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Understood, I can do it."

"I don't know about your manager, maybe he will overwhelm you." Jiang Chi explained.

Jiang Cheng heard the words: "You mean Wang Chen? In less than half a month, to be precise, after ten days, he will have little to do with me."

Jiang Chi laughed and nodded: "If it's Wu Yong, you don't have to worry about it. But at the dinner party tomorrow, I believe many cameras will be aimed at you. Before my official Weibo posts pictures and make-up, you There will be countless shots of running water."

Jiang Cheng was a little puzzled.

Jiang Chi knew that the other party really didn't understand the status of SevenTimes in the fashion circle, so he didn't care. He patted his shoulder with a smile and said, "You can underestimate yourself, but you can't underestimate the charm of your brother and my brand."

"Oh no, you can't underestimate yourself, such a freshman beauty, I don't know how she was ruined by Wang Chen before, tsk, the pearl is covered with dust." Jiang Chi shook his head regretfully.

Although Jiang Cheng has just made his debut for less than a year, and it hasn't been long in the dust, but in Jiang Chi's eyes, a beauty like this has a different aesthetic feeling at each age stage, and it cannot be copied. Miss it Just missed it.

pity.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help laughing when he heard that, why did he still call himself the eldest brother?

"Are you older than me?" He raised an eyebrow and asked back.

"That should be it?" Jiang Chi hesitated for a second when he heard the words, and looked at Jiang Cheng, "Although I look young, my actual age is almost thirty."

Jiang Cheng originally wanted to say that he and Jiang Chi should be about the same age, but soon realized that this body is probably quite small.

He barely recognized the "brother".

Soon after arriving at the studio, Jiang Cheng thought that the scale of "studio" should be small, but he didn't expect that Jiang Chi's studio was the size of an entire factory building, and even the decoration style was metal factory style. The whole space is empty but organized, which is very unique.

"Welcome to SevenTimes." Jiang Chi didn't miss the moment of surprise and appreciation in Jiang Cheng's eyes. He was as proud as a male peacock with its tail open, and took Jiang Cheng around the studio first.

Jiang Chi couldn't tell why he was so happy, it felt like he brought his parents and Jiang Jin to visit his studio for the first time.

"You are the first entertainment circle friend I brought into the studio." Jiang Chi said, "Come on, choose, there are three dresses, suitable for tomorrow's occasion."

Jiang Chi greeted his colleagues in the team: "Sister Hou, call out the demo."

"Okay boss." The girl with glasses responded.

Jiang Cheng took a closer look and listened to Jiang Chi explaining the design concept of each picture beside him. He listened carefully and nodded slightly. He clearly felt that when Jiang Chi talked about his design work, it was like a different person. Same.

"I think you already have the answer." Jiang Cheng said with a smile after listening, "Which one do you think I should wear better?"

Jiang Chi grinned: "Then I still have to listen to your subjective opinion."

"I trust your vision." Jiang Cheng was completely at ease and handed himself over to Jiang Chi.

"Then... a bit bold and risky?" Jiang Chi raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Cheng had no objection and shrugged his shoulders: "As long as you don't worry, I have nothing to worry about."

"Puchi." The team members in the studio chuckled, seeing Jiangcheng and Jiangchi all looking over, they said quickly, "I think Mr. Jiang is right."

Jiang Chi also laughed. He clapped his hands and directed Jiang Cheng to stand in front of an all-white backdrop: "Stand there."

As he spoke, he asked his assistant to bring a set of semi-finished designs over to him, while he himself took a set of semi-finished products and directly gestured at Jiang Cheng.

"The design concepts of these three designs come from the same poem. I thought that the images behind them were more biased towards three completely different things, so I designed three separate dresses based on this as inspiration. But just now, I suddenly had a brand new idea..." Jiang Chi held a huge pair of scissors in his hand, and began to drastically cut and modify the semi-finished design clothing, while explaining to Jiang Cheng.

No one in the studio was surprised or surprised by this, they have long been accustomed to Jiang Chi's sudden inspiration and overturning behavior.

Everyone was stunned when they saw it for the first time, and they thought Jiang Chi was crazy. It wasn't until Jiang Chi showed more amazing artworks again and again that they became numb and obedient.

Did Jiang Chi cut his clothes today?Oh, cut it.Used to it.

After about an hour, Jiang Chi reluctantly let the person sit down and rest: "Take a rest first, forget that you are still a patient. Well, Sister Hou will help me to measure the size again."

Jiang Chi said without raising his head.

"Okay boss." Sister Hou greeted Jiang Cheng, asked someone to pour a cup of tea, and then said, "Once the boss gets involved, he can't take care of others, Mr. Jiang, please take a rest first, and I will measure the size for you later. "

Jiang Cheng smiled, why does he feel like a weak person who can't take care of himself?

He waved his hand and smiled, "It's okay, thank you."

The original plan was to start working at ten o'clock in the morning, and work should be finished around nine o'clock in the evening, but unexpectedly, at six o'clock in the evening, the design clothes in Jiangchi's hands were still just a prototype.

"It looks like it's too late for makeup and hair styling tonight. How about this? I'll ask the driver to take you back first, and I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. In the evening, you can go there with me." Jiang Chi quickly changed his plan.

Jiang Cheng responded. He didn't have any arrangements on his side anyway, and his time was very flexible.

The next day was still the same time, the driver Lao Gu came to pick him up to the studio.

Seeing that Jiang Chi's clothes were still the same as yesterday, Jiang Cheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "You didn't go back yesterday? Did you stay overnight?"

"No, I slept through it." Jiang Chi waved his hand. He was sitting on a messy table covered with discarded draft paper and was eating takeaway. When he saw Jiang Cheng coming over, he couldn't help being happy, "We're done, Come and try."

"That's right, Mr. Jiang, come and try it!" Several young people in the team also actively urged.

Each of them stayed up all night, and even called a few colleagues who had been taking a break later. To be honest, such an extreme challenge of stepping on the line has never been seen before, but the sense of satisfaction and satisfaction at the moment of completion The excitement is also unprecedented.

Jiang Cheng nodded: "Thank you everyone."

"So it was for him, tsk." There was a deep murmur from the crowd, and the scene was a little awkwardly quiet for a while.

It was a team member who called overtime last night.

Jiang Chi's face darkened, and he jumped off the table.

"Well, Teacher Jiang, go and try it out. If there is anything that needs to be adjusted, we will adjust it immediately." Seeing this, Sister Hou said quickly, "Ajian and Lao Du go to help Teacher Jiang put it on!"

Jiang Cheng took the clothes, smiled and said nothing, and walked into the fitting room with a good temper, which really made Sister Hou heave a sigh of relief.

Before she joined SevenTimes, she had encountered too many artists who were dissatisfied and put down their burdens. What's more, this time it was really their designer colleagues who made mistakes first. Fortunately, they were friends of the boss, so they didn't bother them.

"Qin Shan! What are you talking about? Are you floating? In front of the artist teacher!" Sister Hou turned her head to yell at the person who had just spoken.

The man was still unconvinced after being bullied: "Am I wrong? Boss can't find anyone, but Jiangcheng? Jiangcheng's bad artists, if you look at the fashion circle, which brand would you like to get involved in? Who doesn't care about feathers so much? Besides, as far as Jiangcheng is concerned, I don't understand why you are also crazy? How can this suit suit him? Except for a face, it is really okay. "

Sister Hou paused for a moment. Indeed, when she saw Jiang Cheng walking in, she was also taken aback, but soon she understood what the boss meant. Jiang Cheng did have a very peculiar contradictory temperament, which could even be called eye-catching.

The poem said, respect the life that has died, reborn in a blooming way, respect the fear that cannot hide, wear it invincible, respect the crushed bones, and grow wildly without frame.

She looked at Jiang Cheng standing in front of the white set, pale with sickness but full of energy, and his gestures were straight and straight, like a bamboo, a temperament rarely seen among artists in the circle.

Those eyes are the most outstanding finishing touch in the whole facial features, firm and gentle, through these eyes, she can understand Jiang Cheng, tolerant but stick to the bottom line.

He seemed to have a steady stream of vitality. The rumors and gossips that had been imposed on him did not overwhelm him. He grew wantonly and savagely like a reed.

She was thinking at the time that those few clothes, no matter which one they matched with Jiang Cheng, seemed to be missing something.

And when Jiang Chi made the decision to break up the three semi-finished products and redesign them, that idea disappeared. She knew that the boss wanted to make a dress for Jiang Cheng, a unique dress.

Seeing that sister Hou didn't speak, Qin Shan thought he had the upper hand, but he didn't expect Jiang Chi to speak up suddenly: "Have you taken a good look at our models?"

Sister Hou looked over, she thought Jiang Chi would be angry, but she didn't expect Jiang Chi to suppress his temper soon, but his eyes were still cold.

Qin Shan was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "What else do I need to see? I've seen a lot of his appearance in the video."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth parted with contemptuous disdain.

"SevenTimes doesn't need designers with colored glasses. Maintaining the ability to think independently is a basic ability of an adult. Respect for equality is a basic etiquette in dealing with others. Obviously you don't have any." Jiang Chi didn't have any extra nonsense, and directly issued an order to evict customers, "SevenTimes I don’t need you. Wait to find the financial settlement salary and overtime pay for last night.”

"You fired me?!" Qin Shan couldn't believe it, "I am the best graduate designer in Qingteng! You..."

"SevenTimes never lacks the best designers." Jiang Chi interrupted him.

Qin Shan paused, indeed, Jiang Chi himself is the best designer.

But he didn't want to give up this job opportunity, or in other words, he never thought that he, an excellent and potential designer like him, would be excluded from the job opportunity just because of a poor artist.

He pursed his lips and fought hard: "But I didn't violate our labor contract..."

"Why not?" Jiang Chi glanced at him, "Contradicting the cooperating artists is very likely to seriously damage the long-term interests of SevenTimes in the future."

Qin Shan choked, and the ending sound was raised: "Long-term interests? Just Jiangcheng?!"

At this moment, Ah Jian and Lao Du's uncontrollable excitement came from the changing room: "Brothers and sisters! Teacher Jiang is out!"

Everyone looked over there subconsciously, and saw Jiang Cheng coming out in a dress and adjusting the cuff buttons on his sleeves.

The main color of the dress is a gradient of black, gray and white. The green bamboo circles around the monster trapped in the amber, and wraps around the waist, outlining Jiang Cheng's thin and powerful waist.

On his chest is a blood-red blooming rose, the roots of which are hidden in the gradient fabric, like thin but three-dimensional tendons, piercing into the chest cavity.

The beige lining of the dress is a priest-like high stand-up collar, which wraps Jiangcheng in abstinence and tightness. In the middle of the stand-up collar is a unique iron-colored monster brooch with an outline like a hollowed-out heart. The shape and sense of alien creatures are preserved.

This brooch has attracted countless attentions. Its name is Alienated Heart Demon. It is the first design brooch launched by SevenTimes. It is never sold or lent out. It is only for display.

Jiang Cheng was the first to wear it.

He noticed everyone's attention, looked up, paused slightly, and couldn't help laughing: "You're so embarrassed to stare at me? How is it? Is it okay?"

As if she had just realized it, Sister Hou took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and said repeatedly: "Yes! That's great! Teacher Jiang! This dress is tailor-made for you, that's right!"

Almost everyone ran to Jiang Cheng excitedly. Jiang Cheng wearing SevenTimes was like a work of art, a work of art polished by their own hands, no one could reproduce it!

It was the first time Qin Shan looked at Jiang Cheng in the eyes. He took a breath and suddenly realized how wrong he was.