Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"No." Ruan Xihe smiled.

The car drove away.

The address for dinner and singing at night, Dong Youqin, was posted to Ruan Xihe's cell phone early in the morning. She didn't eat with these people, just because she was afraid of troubles, she could sing.

The main reason is that Lin Xishi keeps calling her, and Ruan Xihe has a good impression of this little girl.

There were too many people and naturally divided into two or three private rooms, everyone rushed back and forth, Ruan Xihe went directly to the 3066 box.

Hey, Ji Wu and Qiu Jialuo are here.

Lin Xishi came over and took Ruan Xihe's arm to sit in the middle. Everyone present was extremely polite to Ruan Xihe, and some even showed a little flattering to please.

You see, it's nice to have money.

She doesn't drink alcohol on such occasions, and the investors are the fathers of the funders. Who is not long-eyed who dares to come over and drink?

So she leaned back on the sofa and chatted with Lin Xishi, eating some fruit on the table from time to time.

I didn't know that it was the ball light that turned off the main light and turned it on. In an instant, there was a sense of sight of a nightclub in the box.

But to be honest, there is no difference between female investors and male investors. Most of the agents send artists under their hands to the top. Isn't it just to get angry when they come out? Everyone is unscrupulous for resources.

A pure-looking boy came over with a drink under the guidance of his agent, and sat next to Ruan Xihe.

Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart, but this is the norm, and no one will criticize him.

Ji Wu put down the wine glass and twisted his fingers lightly.

Jugalo's eyes were already cold.

"Miss Ruan, I toast you a glass." The boy smiled very brightly.

Ruan Xihe unscrewed a bottle of Baisuishan on the table, and clinked glasses with the little boy. It was reasonable, but it was quite unreasonable, but she did it all in one go, and it didn’t make people think she was incapable. Polite.

Lin Xishi was so embarrassed that she laughed out loud immediately.

After the toast, the little boy did not leave, and sat beside Ruan Xihe.

"Where is Miss Ruan from?" This meant trying to get close to her.

It’s not the first time that she has encountered this situation. She attended a company’s annual meeting before, and that meeting was also called countless times by the old man. She couldn’t go there. In the first few years, there was a lot of money in her hands. This is an investment point. At the investment point, someone really called her every day at the end of the year.

At that time, a man came over and wanted to list her as a rich woman.

Ruan Xihe sat in a leisurely manner. She couldn't say that she was a decent person, but if she wanted to start, she was only looking for stars.

The higher the star, the better the quality, and she doesn't want to waste time below.

Because the system's standard for rating stars is a comprehensive consideration of all aspects, we must believe in science!

"South City."

"What a coincidence."

"Are you from Nancheng too?"

"I'm from city b."

Ruan Xihe:......

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West Market

A Rolls Royce drove past the feasting street.

Pretty woman sitting in the co-pilot.

She looked obsessedly at the man driving.

"You've been in a lot of women in this car," she asked.

"More than a hundred." The man's voice was a little hoarse.

The beard is very sexy, the hair is slightly long, and a pigtail is tied behind his head.

A very wild man.

"Then am I your favorite?" the woman said with a grin.

Qin Anzhen was silent for a moment, his voice was very low, and he was still inexplicably gentle: "The one I love the most, I haven't been in my car."

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