Ex-husband, why don't you go to heaven?

Chapter 57 No Gentleman Demeanor
After getting off the plane, Ji Zhen walked in the front with all her body in a cold and solemn manner, followed by Qiao Weiliang and her group of young people.

They graciously helped Qiao Weiliang carry her luggage, and then surrounded her enthusiastically, chatting in a hurry.

It's like a kitten or puppy that has been thrown aside, meeting its long-lost owner.

But this host was very calm, no matter what others said, she just nodded with a smile, expressing that she heard it, even so, the enthusiasm of these people's conversations has not diminished in the slightest.

Ji Zhen was originally not interested in their conversation, but it was inevitable that some words would accidentally fall into his ears.

What is the international rock climbing competition, what is the teacher is very good, what if you are free, come and watch our competition.

Ji Zhen stopped, and lifted Qiao Weiliang out by leaping over the crowd with his height, and reminded him with a cold face, "We are here to work, not to be a group of relatives and friends."

Qiao Weiliang has long been used to Ji Zhen's temper, and when he was in a bad mood after sitting on the plane for so long, he didn't feel anything wrong, but the others thought that Ji Zhen was annoyed Qiao Weiliang, and immediately took Qiao Weiliang to protect him. Wei Liang pulls back and surrounds her in the middle, the meaning of protection is obvious.

A dark-skinned boy muttered in a small language, which happened to be understood by Ji Zhen. He was saying that he was not a gentleman.

Qiao Weiliang smiled at the sound, noncommittal.

Going further outside, I saw banners hanging outside, and many media were guarding there.

Qiao Weiliang reacted very quickly, she rushed out and pulled Ji Zhen aside, explained in a few words that she still had work to do, and these people returned the suitcase to them sullenly, and did not forget to ask Qiao Weiliang for it before leaving telephone number.

Came out from another exit of the airport in a low-key manner. After a while, a black van stopped in front of them. Qiao Weiliang went up to talk for a while, and made sure that it was the car sent by the hotel.

The airport is not far from the hotel, about 10 minutes by car.

The hotel doesn't look very luxurious, but the decoration style is unique, with local characteristics, and the service is considerate.

Qiao Weiliang booked two rooms, and after entering, the layout of the room caught Ji Zhen's eyes.

Hand-woven rattan chairs, hand-made carpets and sofa cushions, antique beds and classic chandeliers seem to have traveled from the hustle and bustle of modern times to the simple and leisurely tribal life.

More importantly, when you open the window, you can see the mountains not far away, surrounded by clouds, which makes you feel relaxed and happy.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery, someone knocked on the door and opened it. Qiao Weiliang came in with a dark purple suit and a white backpack on her back.

"Mr. John will arrive in two hours. Before shooting, let's have a meal together."

Qiao Weiliang said as he put the suit on the bed, and took out a bunch of toiletries from the backpack on his back: "Mr. John likes to inspire his own creative inspiration from a person's most realistic facial features, and most of his shooting styles are showing the human body. strength and beauty. Your wounds are not fully healed, and even if Mr. John doesn't mind, they can't be exposed to high-definition cameras."

At this point, Qiao Weiliang stopped, and looked up at Ji Zhen habitually: "There is only one purpose for this meal, to guide Mr. John to make the subject of this shooting more bloody." It is best to be full of blood in the camera The rainy kind.

The rest Qiao Weiliang didn't say anything, Ji Zhen already understood her intentions, this woman really knows how to select talents on the spot.

After changing clothes, took a brief wash, and went out, Qiao Weiliang had already changed clothes and was standing at the door, her hands still hanging in the air, apparently about to knock on the door.

"So fast?"

Qiao Weiliang withdrew his hand as he spoke, but Ji Zhen held his waist, and a man's loose voice sounded above his head: "Wei Liang, don't say that a man is fast."

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(End of this chapter)