Rebirth of a Luxury Family: Return of a Supermodel

Chi Xiaowan took a comfortable shower and put on her pajamas. She had to admit that the service was a little too considerate. The clothes were prepared according to her size.

"Sleep?" Zhong Mingyu looked at Chi Xiaowan, who was wearing pajamas and sitting in the master bedroom. He was more or less surprised.

Although two people have confirmed their relationship, shouldn't they be shy when they sleep together directly?

"Don't sleep, I'll look at my cell phone for a while." Chi Xiaowan shook her head and looked at Zhong Mingyu with a smile, "don't you wash?"

Zhong Mingyu paced to the bedside and looked down at Chi Xiaowan sitting there. "Where do I sleep tonight?"

Chi Xiaowan blinked his eyes and looked at Zhong Mingyu.

"Hmm? Where are you going to arrange me to sleep?" Zhong Mingyu leaned down to Chi Xiaowan and asked in a low voice with a smile in his eyebrows.

Zhong Mingyu's voice was not loud. It sounded gently in Chi Xiaowan's ear, but it was like hitting Chi Xiaowan's heart, which made Chi Xiaowan tremble. Chi Xiaowan could not help shrinking her neck because of the warm breath.

Chi Xiaowan couldn't help blinking her eyes, pursed her thin lips and looked at Zhong Mingyu's eyes.

"Is it the master bedroom or the guest room?" Zhong Mingyu ignored Chi Xiaowan's embarrassment, turned his head and looked at Chi Xiaowan and continued to ask.

Chi Xiaowan was overwhelmed by Zhong Mingyu's question.

It's not too late for two people to get together, but actually getting married is just a matter of time.

Under such circumstances, it's natural for two people to sleep together, but it's a little too shameful for her to say it.

"Hmm?" Zhong Mingyu ignored Chi Xiaowan, pressed step by step, and didn't give chi Xiaowan a chance to step back.

Chi Xiaowan had expected to pretend to be a fool, and Zhong Mingyu should have stepped back.

But the man was simply not prepared to let go of his meaning easily. Chi Xiaowan couldn't help staring at Zhong Mingyu with a straight eyebrow and raised her hand and said in a harsh voice, "go to sleep in the guest room."

Zhong Mingyu didn't expect to enter the house today, but Chi Xiaowan came with such momentum. Zhong Mingyu was still a little surprised.

Chi Xiaowan glared at Zhong Mingyu fiercely, but her crimson cheeks and Yingying eyes were really devoid of courage.

It also needs enough to be funny. Zhong Mingyu is not going to really annoy people.

Zhong Mingyu smiled, raised his hand, pinched Chi Xiaowan's ear, and said, "OK, I'll sleep in the guest room."

Until Zhong Mingyu took his laundry and left, the door was closed, and Chi Xiaowan still sat there sulking.

Chi Xiaowan felt that she was very sentimental. Sooner or later, they would come to this step. They could hide for a while and could not hide for a lifetime.

In fact, if Zhong Mingyu was a little stronger, she thought she would nod her head.

Chi Xiaowan pursed her thin lips and looked at the closed door. Finally, she snorted coldly. She was very depressed that Zhong Mingyu didn't know how to pursue the victory.

I don't know. Be strong!

Chi Xiaowan slept for a while in the afternoon. Although she was tired, she was not sleepy. She lay comfortably in bed, turned on the TV and listened to the background sound to control her thoughts.

This afternoon's model competition is being broadcast on TV. After editing, the time is not as long as an afternoon. Some unnecessary pictures have been deleted, but there are not many modifications.

For example, the quarrel between Jiang Xiaoxiao and Xiang Tong was not deleted at all.

Chi Xiaowan couldn't help but pick the tip of her eyebrow. Now it's not five years later, the network broadcasting platform is not so developed, and the communication volume of TV is much more developed than that of the network.

On such a platform, I didn't cover up for Jiang Xiaoxiao?

Is it because the gold master behind Jiang Xiaoxiao doesn't care or can't manage?

Chi Xiaowan was sitting on the bed with her head tilted and her pillow in her arms. Some people were puzzled.

Chi Xiaowan is not the only one watching the replay tonight. He Miao is also watching it. He took his roommate out to open a room and watched it together.

"When the satellite TV broadcast, it didn't cut Jiang Xiaoxiao's black history?" he miaomi looked at the content on TV and said in disbelief.

"On the Internet, you have to run to the guesthouse to see the room. You are mentally retarded than losing the history of Jiang Xiaoxiao". He Miao's roommate put a mask on his face and looked at him with no expression.

He Miao was lying on the bed with him: "mainly because the bedroom doesn't turn on the air conditioner."

He Miao was speechless after watching TV for a while. He silently touched the microblog and was ready to find something to do for himself. Then he was very helpless to see someone die.

Liu Yingying, contestant of the model competition: accompany friends to dinner in the evening

Originally, this was just a daily microblog, nothing, but Liu Yingying matched a picture of her standing sideways at the dinner party in her dress with champagne in her hand.

Liu Yingying a champagne colored evening dress with long hair pulled up high. The picture is not clear, but it is not too abrupt.

After all, the figure and face of this person are still able to hold hands. The photos that are not too particular will not make the person's temperament less obvious, so many people are discussing under the photos.

The discussion went on and on, and then the problem came out——

"Is Chi Xiaowan the one sitting on the sofa behind?"

"Oh, Cao, confirm that Chi Xiaowan is correct. Look at his posture. There is no one except Chi Xiaowan."

"So what happened? Recently, I haven't heard of any dinner in city A."

"I haven't heard of any dinner. At first, I thought someone was bragging and took it seriously. But Chi Xiaowan is sitting here. It doesn't look easy."

He Miao enlarges the photo stunned and sees Chi Xiaowan sitting there.

In an instant, he Miao couldn't sit still. He immediately sent the photo to Chi Xiaowan, followed by a slip of exclamation marks.

Miaomiao: let me ask, where did you go to the dinner tonight?

Chi Xiaowan was reading a novel with her mobile phone. Seeing that he Miao sent a message, she slightly raised her eyebrows. She accompanied Zhong Mingyu to the dinner, but no one knew.

How did he Miao know?

Miaomiao: Why did you attend the dinner with Liu Yingying?

Chi Xiaowan frowned and looked at the content of the picture. It seemed that Liu Yingying had unintentionally taken it, but if Chi Xiaowan simply believed Liu Yingying's unintentionalness, it would be called ghost.

Chi Xiaowan didn't expect Liu Yingying to give her such a move, but she couldn't figure out what Liu Yingying wanted to do.

Miaomiao: now many people think that you two have a good relationship. After all, going to dinner together is very personal. I'm a little jealous. You took Liu Yingying to the dinner without me.

Chi Xiaowan: you've had enough.

Miaomiao: I feel sour and unhappy. I need a small red envelope to relieve my anger.

He Miao's screen brushing continues, but Chi Xiaowan is not ready to continue tossing with he Miao. Instead, she calls Cheng banquet.

Cheng banquet also just knew about it. When he received Chi Xiaowan's call, he was very calm. He just whispered: "young lady can really find something for me."

This sounds like a complaint, but Cheng's banquet is still very satisfied. Only with topic can there be flow, and only with flow can there be capital.

"I don't really want to be bound with Liu Yingying," Chi Xiaowan said coldly.

"Then you wind up your microblog and tell her the truth. Ignore her."

Two people sent microblogs respectively, saying the same thing. One person didn't mention anything to each other, but the other mentioned each other vaguely.

It looks like a hot face sticking to a cold ass. the posture is a little ugly.

Chi Xiaowan felt that Cheng's banquet had indeed invaded the circle for many years. This method came soon, and it sounded good.

Chi Xiaowan suddenly rejoiced that before going out in the evening, she asked Su He to take two photos in her corridor. This photo is much more formal than that taken by Liu Yingying in the banquet hall.

He Miao keeps sending messages to Chi Xiaowan, trying to attract Chi Xiaowan's attention. However, Chi Xiaowan doesn't care at all.

Chi Xiaowan: my boyfriend said to celebrate my successful promotion and took me out for dinner. Only then did he know that it was a smooth celebration, mainly to congratulate my boyfriend on the opening of his brother's hotel. However, for the sake of his beautiful dress, forgive him reluctantly.

There are nine pictures below. Not all of them are photos of he Miao. Unfortunately, Su he took eight.

Chi Xiaowan looked at the eight photos on the editing page. She really felt uncomfortable. Finally, she couldn't bear to climb out of bed.

"Take a picture for me?" Chi Xiaowan knocked on Zhong Mingyu's door and looked at Zhong Mingyu against the door frame.

Zhong Mingyu was sitting on the bed handling official business. He looked up at Chi Xiaowan. He was quite strange: "what picture?"

"Jiugongge needs a picture." Chi Xiaowan shook his cell phone.

"What do you want to shoot?" Zhong Mingyu slightly picked up the tip of his eyebrows, put down the notebook in his hand, asked with a smile, "are you going to verify my body? Do you want to straighten it?"

Chi Xiaowan looked at Zhong Mingyu silently and said angrily, "think too much."

Chi Xiaowan went into the living room and sat by the bed. Zhong Mingyu put on a wanton posture of Ren Qing.

"Unfortunately, the ring is missing." Chi Xiaowan looked at Zhong Mingyu's ring finger with regret, then clenched Zhong Mingyu's hand and put his ten fingers on the quilt, "but it's OK."

Zhong Mingyu looked at Chi Xiaowan talking to himself and listened to Chi Xiaowan's words: "what you said, can I think I have to order a ring?"

"What?" Chi Xiaowan took photos wholeheartedly and didn't notice what Zhong Mingyu said.

"Nothing." Zhong Mingyu gave a low smile. I'm afraid the surprise is not enough when some words are opened. "Have you taken a good shot?"

"OK." Chi Xiaowan handed his mobile phone to Zhong Mingyu, quite complacent.

"Good."

"I think so."