Quick wear: the host is really floating

Chapter 34 The Domineering President's Little Wife (34)

[Things in the entertainment industry are very simple. As long as there is a more popular news, it will be quickly forgotten. 】

The other party quickly texted back.

Xue Zhi opened the text message, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

It seems that the other party has focused their attention on other artists of Xue's Media.

Seeing that Xue Zhi didn't move for a while, Jiang Ce slowly stirred the food in the bowl with a spoon in his slender hand, lowered his eyes and asked casually, "What's the matter."

Xue Zhi looked up at Jiang Ce, "The work of the school and the artists should go hand in hand, right?"

"Jiang Ce, help me."

She has delicate eyebrows and a serious expression, making it hard to refuse.

Jiang Ce raised his eyes, rolled up his snow-white cuffs, and tightened his hand holding the spoon, "Okay."

Xue Zhi nodded, instead of replying to that person's text message, he called the company secretary.

"Hello." When the phone was connected, Xue Zhi took the lead and said, "Let the official blog post a Weibo."

The secretary just walked out of the company gate, looked back with a blank face, and then said kindly, "Okay, tell me."

Xue Zhi's tone was light, "Send out the news that Lin Muzhi is not renewing the contract."

The secretary on the other end of the phone looked shocked: "But it's still early..."

Xue Zhi had a firm attitude, "Send it now."

The secretary had no choice but to agree to Xue Zhi's attitude.After all, she no longer intends to renew her contract with Lin Muzhi, and this Weibo will have to be posted sooner or later.

Xue Zhi hung up the phone, and when he turned around, he saw Jiang Ce sitting there with his eyebrows lowered.

Looking at his appearance, it seemed that he wanted to help her put away the bag that was thrown on the sofa randomly, but the half bottle of unfinished water in her bag ended up in his hands for some reason.

"Jiang Ce..."

The young man looked down at the bottle of water, raised his head, and asked with a half-smile, "Have you always carried such things with you when you go out?"

Xue Zhi opened his mouth: "No, I'm taking it..."

Before she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly constricted and her body stiffened.

In Xue Zhi's pupils, there was a reflection of the boy holding up the water bottle and gurgling to drink water.

The boy's Adam's apple rolled, and after a while, there was no drop left in the bottle of water.

Xue Zhi stepped back slightly.

Who just said no to whoring?
It seems to be her?

"Xue Zhi." He got up and walked, with an abnormal blush on his fair face, the young man's long eyelashes drooping slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Xue Zhi: "???"

Before she could react, Jiang Ce had lowered his head and covered her lips.

There is still a faint aroma between the woman's lips and teeth, the same as during the day, although she drank American style, it was still sweet.

Just when Xue Zhi's breathing was a little unsteady, the boy finally let her go, he carried her into the room, and the warm yellow night light in front of the bed was on.

"I will be very obedient." He put his slender fingers on her delicate collarbone, and said in a hoarse voice, "...you don't want to..."

At the end of the conversation, the dazed Xue Zhi could no longer listen to what he was saying.

Huahua crouched in the corner and was forced to watch something unsuitable for children all night.

But the weak, pitiful and helpless system has no intention of watching the excitement at all. It only has one thought in its heart: It's over, its noble, cold, pure and pure boss has lost his virginity! !

……

The next day, Xue Zhi was woken up by a phone call.

She was so scared by Jiang Ce yesterday that she threw away her mobile phone. Although she didn't know where the mobile phone was in the living room, it was still making persistent noises to Xue Zhi time and time again.

I don't know how many times the phone has rang, but Xue Zhi still didn't choose to wake up, she turned over, pulled the quilt to go back to sleep.

But the sound of the mobile phone became louder and louder. The teenager had already changed his clothes. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and was leaning against the door with her mobile phone, smiling softly, "Really not answering the phone? This is Jiang Mo's people have already made twenty phone calls."

(End of this chapter)