My Elder Sister is a Superstar

"It's raining hard."

Standing in front of the huge French window in the general manager's office, looking out at the pouring rain, Qin Ze sighed.

The rainstorm blurred the line of sight, and the rainwater flowed down the glass to form a transparent water film.

"Well, it's annoying in the south. It rains from time to time." Wang Zijin sat on the sofa not far behind him, making tea.

"Rain is better than sandstorm."

"Sandstorms are also better than rain, especially annoying rain."

"I think Shanghai is better than Beijing."

As a poor man in the whole country, Shanghai Stock Exchange has a unique pride.

"At the foot of the emperor, can the Shanghai stock market compare?"

As the grass-roots level of the people all over the country, Beijing prostitutes are arrogant and domineering.

"Do you want to fight with me in Shanghai market?"

"Hum." The prince Jin Jiao snorted.

In addition to high power and money, people in the two places also have one thing in common: they are invincible when smoking haze!

In the middle of October, the weather was hot and the rainstorm fell sharply, which had been going on for a week. Even in the rainy season, there is seldom such rainfall.

Fortunately, the drainage system of Shanghai Stock Exchange is very good, and the local water accumulation is serious, but it does not hinder the traffic. In addition to a lot of minor problems, the frequent subway delays have not brought too much inconvenience to the citizens.

Super rain clouds cover most of China. Compared with Shanghai stock market, many cities have been affected by the heavy rain, such as Hangzhou and Guangdong, where my sister is currently located.

She held a concert in Guangdong, but due to the heavy rain, the transportation was inconvenient, so she had to postpone it. She was struggling to come back or wait for the rain to pass in Guangdong.

"Ding Ding ~"

The cell phone in my pocket sent out a series of ringing tones.

Qin Ze bit the cigarette and reached out to take out his mobile phone. His sister sent a video request.

"Azar, do you miss me?"

In the video, she looked at just after taking a bath, her hair was loose at will, her face blushed, and her watery eyes were very smart.

She was lying on the bed, wearing a purple Nightgown, with a low collar and white furrows looming.

"I didn't think about it." Qin Ze rolled his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Hum, heartless little red guy." Qin Baobao wrinkled his nose and quietly pulled down his collar. This time, Lushan's true face was exposed, although only half of it: "have you thought about it?"

The sister who got rid of the shackles of the omen was indeed pleasing to the eye.

good shot!

If the national football team can play such a beautiful ball, Qin Ze feels that his angry youth of youth and youth will be less violent.

As a team, the national football team obviously went astray. Their main business is not to play football, but to provide materials for the players.

Qin Ze nodded vigorously, "I think."

Qin Baobao rolled her proud and charming eyes and complained, "it's raining hard in Guangdong, and people will float on the road."

Qin Ze said, "then stay in the hotel for a while and don't go out. Be careful to lose contact in Guangdong."

This time he didn't accompany his sister to the concert. Qin Baobao took a vast team to Guangdong. There were four assistants, eight security guards and more than 20 other staff.

The reason why he chose Guangdong as the first stop was that Qin Baobao voted on Weibo. There were six cities in total, and Guangdong voted the highest.

Cantonese people think that Qin Baobao, a northerner, sings well and is beautiful. They are looking forward to her concert.

Qin Baobao was also surprised that she had so many fans in Guangdong.

"Is there a donation activity in the evening? I think the group said." Qin Baobao said.

It's about donation activities for floods in several regions.

The entertainment industry was organized spontaneously.

Public interest is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is to calm the "public anger". After all, now the social public opinion that "no one asks about the bones of heroes, and the family affairs of actors are known all over the world" is popular.

Everyone thinks that it's too terrible for stars to make money. If they go through a scene and go through a hole, hundreds of thousands of millions will arrive, and a TV series can make hundreds of millions.

Ordinary people may not earn as much money in a week as they do in a poor life.

This is a very desperate thing.

So many stars actively do public welfare activities to establish their bright image.

This operation is called giving back to society.

It's like a big literary giant selling newspapers. From time to time, he has to send a small red envelope to the street writers to calm down the anger of the street and beg them to let go of themselves.

Although he didn't have a few coins in his pocket.

"I'll go in the evening. I'll donate your share." Qin zedao.

As two great bodhisattvas in the entertainment circle of Shanghai Stock Exchange, he and his sister naturally received the invitation and could not avoid it.

In the areas with the most serious floods recently, the subway was flooded, and the station was flooded. When the car stopped on the road, only one head could be seen. People don't walk when they travel, they have to take boats.

The news said that this is a once-in-a-century rainstorm... In recent years, it happens every once-in-a-century, and the natural environment is getting worse and worse.

Fortunately, the living conditions are better now, which is not a big disaster. On the contrary, many people feel exciting and fun. Even local people send microblogs and circles of friends to ridicule the flooded home.

In ancient times, the floods of this kind of situation came to an end in minutes.

"How much do you donate?" Qin Baobao asked.

"One million per person."

"So much?" Qin Baobao sof thetly moistened her throat and pretended to be coquettish: "my sister wants to donate less, can't you donate 500000 yuan? You can give me the rest 500000 yuan as my wife's money."

"Your status, 500000, is too small to be explained." Qin Ze said helplessly.

Thousands of virgin bitches are staring at it. If they donate less, they have to recruit black people.

Qin Baobao pulled down the collar again, and the two hemispheres blinded Qin Ze's dog's eyes.

Qin Ze: "...."

He was just about to talk when he suddenly saw the sister in the video pull back her collar in a panic, like a shameless sister who was caught cheating on her brother. No, it was.

Qin Ze's scalp was numb, turned his head, and saw Wang Zijin standing behind him.

Wang Zijin had a black line and sneered, "it doesn't matter if you don't donate, half a million, right? I donate five million in the name of the company."

Shameless little bitch, even his brother will not let go.

I'm so angry.

"Sister Zijin is worthy of being a party member with high ideological consciousness. Members of the Communist Youth League like me feel inferior." Qin Ze raised his thumb.

"I didn't say no, it's onemillion." Qin Baobao rolled her eyes. "Aze, look at it. Don't let her do stupid things."

Born in a well-off family, like Qin Ze, she is just the elder sister of the Communist Youth League. Neither education nor growth environment can have the consciousness of worrying about the country and the people like Wang Zijin.

Little love has more money, so you have to hesitate.

At the end of the video, Qin Ze's cigarette burned out. He threw his cigarette butts into the ashtray and pulled over the prince Jin, who was still angry, and ate it.

"Well... Don't do it in the office... Don't do this..." the pimple in Prince Jin's heart disappeared for a moment, and he said angrily, "a mouthful of smoke."

"I have xuanmai in my bag. Sister Zijin help me take it." Qin Ze said.

Prince Jin pounced on the side of another sofa, pursed his small buttocks, opened Qin Ze's bag and searched for chewing gum. He was a little shy. He was sure to be taken advantage of later. Although he didn't mind doing something forbidden with Qin Ze for a long time, it was limited to the degree of intimacy at home and in the office. She could accept kissing at most.

There are few things in the bag, including wallet, keys, a box of hyunmai, and, uh, a strange bottle.

Wang Zijin took it in his hand and looked intently. His two eyebrows were slightly picked.

Deer blood soft capsule.

"Aze, how can you have such a thing?" Wang Zijin turned around and raised the bottle in his hand.

Qin Ze: "... Er, the advertiser forced it on me."

Deer blood soft capsule, invigorating yang and tonifying kidney, lever.

In his mind, Su Yu raised her thumb and boasted.

Su Yu bought this thing. He bought two bottles, one for himself. I hope I can turn it over next time. Give Qin Ze a bottle to eat. I hope he is getting better and better.

At that time, Qin Ze said, "I don't need it. Well, I'm already a high-speed buck."

Three times a second, high-speed crazy output.

Later, Su Yu secretly stuffed it into his bag when he wasn't paying attention?

"Oh." Wang Zijin put the capsule back, no doubt.

Qin Ze breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was an aphrodisiac. If it was replaced with condoms or small blue pills, it would be a proper calf.

He pulled the prince Jin into his arms, bowed his head, and wantonly ravaged her wet and soft lips.

"Lipstick?" Qin Ze smacks his mouth.

"Well, I'll wash it?"

"No, I'm painting."

"Then what flavor do you want? I have strawberry flavor, blueberry flavor and apple flavor. If the color is light, pink and chocolate." Wang Zijin turned out her lipstick box.

"I like pink lips and black lips."

Five minutes later, Prince Jin tidied up the messy collar, tied the buttons of his shirt, and winked like silk.

"I have something to tell you." She said.

Qin Ze was stunned and thought, I'll say how spicy you are, and do something shameful with me in the office.

"What's up?"

"Let's go to faucet town."

Cut water town?

Qin Ze is busy.

"Most of the town is flooded," Prince Jin reminded.

"Oh, what are you doing there?"

"Send materials and money."

"No, your ideological awareness is too high. You are not in the system now. We just need to donate money. It's not necessary to go to the battlefield in person."

"Let's show," Prince Jin said, "let's give a little help to the flood victims, and then the media will definitely broadcast your news."

"And then."

"Then my father and grandpa can see that they will like you better. Then, I will take you home before the end of the year, and our affairs will be easier to do."

Good intentions.