Your Most Faithful Companion

"Damn! That's not Jiang Chun's fiancé?! Yan Yu, isn't it? Fuck that woman, come closer and let me take a closer look!"

"Really! Just the second girl in that small explosion of the costume drama some time ago! Fuck Yan Yu is really not a human, and he cheated when he got engaged! No, should it be called cheating or cheating??"

If he didn't close his eyes for two days, he could be so excited to devote himself to the gossip business for the first time. Ji Mingshu sincerely felt that Gu Kaiyang was born to fight on the front line of paparazzi.

She lowered the volume of the earphones, barely withstanding Gu Kaiyang's indiscriminate bombardment.

Hearing that Gu Kaiyang hadn’t stopped breathing for 30 seconds of popular science, Ji Mingshu pushed on his sunglasses, and stopped in time with a low voice, saying, “Okay, these 38. You know Xian's life in such detail. Are you planning to write a book to her?"

She watched Yan Yu and the 38th line intimately walked into the elevator arm in arm in the camera with unblinking eyes. When the last two showed their faces, they also took a very accurate picture.

Gu Kaiyang couldn't help reminding, "Come with them and see where they live."

"Nervous you, it's not my husband who cheated."

Besides, what is her status, why should she do such a trivial thing.

Ji Mingshu slightly tilted his head, supported his sunglasses, and went out shopping as if he were all right.

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It's boring to go shopping alone. She only bought three bags, a pair of shoes and a windbreaker jacket, and then went to Gu Kaiyang to visit the class and had lunch together.

At noon, she went back to the hotel to rest, and waited for the brand party to send someone to pick her up to try on the dress at the Gaoding workshop in the afternoon.

After waking up during the lunch break, Ji Mingshu was in a good mood thinking of his new dress. When he left the hotel, he was still holding a silent concert.

Just before she left the hotel, someone called her behind her, "Ji Mingshu?"

The voice was very familiar. When she turned her head, she saw Jiang Chun wearing a pink skirt and a beret. Qiaosheng was standing in the rest area, and a hotel waiter was helping with luggage.

Ji Mingshu paused for a moment, then slowly took off his sunglasses.

Jiang Chun is very satisfied with Ji Mingshu's reaction. Although she hates Ji Mingshu, she has to admit that Ji Mingshu, a celebrity raised from a small pile of gold and jade, does have a better taste. It can make Ji Mingshu unable to recover. She is dressed like this. Should be pretty good? She suddenly felt complacent.

"Why are you here?" Ji Mingshu asked.

Jiang Chun thought that Ji Mingshu wanted to taunt her because she was not invited by the brand, and subconsciously said, "The hotel is not owned by your house."

After speaking, Jiang Chun was silent for three seconds.

She suddenly remembered that this hotel had just been acquired by Jun Yi last year and it was really hers.

Fortunately, she responded quickly, and added: "Paris is not your back garden. Is Miss Ji being a bit lenient? Yan Yu is on a business trip in Paris recently. I will surprise him, can't you?"

Speaking of Yan Yu, her fiancé, her waist was a little straighter.

"...Surprise?"

Ji Mingshu didn't know what to look like for a while.

"Yes, our Yan Yu has an address even if he is on a business trip, unlike your family's Cen, who is busy all year without seeing anyone."

Seeing the childish pride on Jiang Chun's face, Ji Mingshu was speechless at the same time, he even had a trace of compassion.

In fact, Jiang Chun was not originally from this circle, but her father was very capable, and she abruptly became a catering tycoon from the demolition of a small fishing village in Shencheng, earning buckets of real money.

And her father is very ambitious. A few years ago, he moved his family from the deep city to Beijing. He knocked on the door of the imperial capital's famous family by relying on his wealthy wealth and made a kiss with the Yan family.

The Yan family is also a high-ranking family with a military and political background and once prominent, but the generations are not as good as the generations. In addition, the fortune and vision are not good, and they have long been on the decline.

Two marriages are very typical, newmoney and oldmoney take advantage of the combination of their needs.

Originally, this kind of marriage could not derail and there was nothing to criticize. It was normal to play with each other. Ji Mingshu would not scream when he met him. He would not squeak in front of the parties. At most, gossip with friends after dinner.

But the key is-Jiang Chun is too sincere, she fell in love with Yan Yu at first sight and couldn't help herself.

There are too many choices in the Jiang family. If it weren't for Jiang Chun's preference, it would be totally unreasonable to choose the Yan family to settle down without any intention of starting.

Ji Mingshu's uncharacteristically quiet and faintly affectionate eyes made Jiang Chun a little hairy. She walked slowly to the front desk, looking back at Ji Mingshu as she walked.

Ji Mingshu was hesitating whether to be nosy to remind him, he heard Jiang Chun yell in disbelief, "Yan Yu!"

ok.

There is no need for her to remind.

Not far away, Yan Yu was walking out of the elevator like the 38-line star Siamese baby. Both of them were dressed differently from what they saw in the morning.

Ji Mingshu is not a pure and innocent virgin. Seeing the gestures of the two of them, I knew that this was a shot before going out.

In fact, Jiang Chun looks good, but his taste is really bad. Any luxury items stacked on her are like imitations of Taobao 88 free shipping. Plus, she is trying to splash around for love madness, and Yan Yu's side The pitiful little white flower that had just been moisturized formed a natural contrast.

Sure enough, without a word of quarrel, Yan Yu guarded Xiao Baihua behind him and pushed Jiang Chun away impatiently.

"You're endless? Is it interesting to make trouble here? You don't feel ashamed if you see how you are now?"

"Am I ashamed?"

Jiang Chun's eyes were red, and big teardrops rolled down.

Just a while ago, her hat was a bit crooked, her curly hair and clothes were a bit messy, she was really embarrassed.

The little white flower seemed to have rehearsed. She put on her mask and sunglasses without knowing it. She timidly hid behind Yan Yu and whispered: "Ayu...I can't be photographed."

Yan Yu patted her hand, turned her head and frowned. He didn't want to look at Jiang Chun more, and his tone was extremely annoying, "We will talk about our affairs when we return to China. If you are willing to be ashamed here, you will continue to make trouble here. Don't pull me up."

Jiang Chun was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that the gentle and caring fiance in the past turned his face like a book, and he could treat her like this.

Yan Yu guarded Xiao Baihua and walked out. Xiao Baihua didn't know if it was intentional, and hit Jiang Chun's shoulder.

Ji Mingshu couldn't stand it anymore, stood not far away, and chuckled suddenly, "It's really interesting. It's not ashamed of a scumbag and a mistress to be raped on the spot, and it is shameful to blame the real fiancee." Her voice was not high, but all of them were present. Can hear.

Only then did Yan Yu notice Ji Mingshu, his face was not good, and he wanted to tell Ji Mingshu not to be nosy, but when he thought of the Cen Ji family, he put back the conversation.

"Aren't you embarrassed? Foreign friends don't understand Chinese. Do you need me to translate for you, so you can lose it thoroughly."

Glancing at the lover bridge in Yan Yu's hand, Ji Mingshu laughed again, "All the outfits are given by a genuine fiancée. You are quite righteous."

Yan Yu: "You!"

Yan Yu was unable to step down, but Baihua was rather sensible, and immediately made a look of mustering the courage to take it up, and bowed forward, "Ms. Jiang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Let's find a place to be alone." Okay? Don’t be here..."

She also wanted to step forward to pull Jiang Chun, but Ji Mingshu blocked the block and interrupted coldly, "What are you, get out of the way." His eyes turned back to Yan Yu.

She meant very clearly and apologized.

Yan Yu was on fire in his heart and couldn't make it out. He held his forehead, licked his back teeth, and finally nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'm wrong, I'm ashamed. When I return to China, I will come to the door and explain to Uncle Jiang in person. There is still something to deal with now, so let's go one step ahead."

Ji Mingshu didn't stop.

It's all like this and I don't want to coax Jiang Chun first, and it doesn't make much sense to stop it.

She turned back and walked to Jiang Chun's side.

Before she could speak, Jiang Chun cried and said angrily: "You don't need to be kind! Are you happy to see me making fun of you?! Do you think your husband will be better? It's not a good thing!"

"..."

"Whether my husband is a good thing or not can you worry about it."

Ji Mingshu is the most annoyed with this kind of victimized delusion patient, and originally wanted to comfort a few words symbolically.

She put on her sunglasses indifferently and walked away with high heels.

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Jiang Chun's words did not affect Ji Mingshu's mood to try on the skirt.

Ji Mingshu had tried the first sample of this **** pink lace gauze dress earlier, and the tailor behind the upper body made further adjustments according to her figure.

After the customization was completed, she was quite satisfied with the upper body effect.

She asked someone to help take a short video and sent a copy to Gu Kaiyang.

Gu Kaiyang was probably busy, did not see it, and did not reply for a long time.

On a whim, she added a fresh filter and sent a copy to Cen Sen.

Ji Mingshu: [How is it? My new little skirt. 】

When Ji Mingshu sent the news, the imperial capital was already at night, covered by layers of gray and blue curtains, and neon signs on the roadside gradually lit up.

Just after the meeting, Cen Sen took the mobile phone handed by Zhou Jiaheng and glanced lightly.

There are a lot of unread messages, first a few consumer reminders from the charge card, and then a WeChat sent by Ji Mingshu.

On weekdays, he rarely contacted Ji Mingshu, and he had to call directly. Ji Mingshu took the initiative to send him WeChat, which is also rare.

He loosened his tie and clicked on the video.

This video is very short, only ten seconds or so. The content is that Ji Mingshu carried the skirt and made two circles, and finally turned back to wink.

He watched it again, rebroadcast it again, and then rebroadcast it a third time.

Zhou Jiaheng followed Cen Sen and found that Cen Sen had been watching a video repeatedly, a little curious, but he didn't dare to peek.

Cen Sen stopped playing until he returned to the office.

There was also a question from Ji Mingshu on the chat interface. He didn't know whether he was sincerely complimenting or perfunctory, and simply replied: "It looks good."

Seeing that Cen Sen hadn't played the "give him a fulcrum, he can lift the earth", Ji Mingshu was in a good mood, and he explored with him appreciatively: "Is it a little fresh in the waves, bitch? Feeling a little high class?"

Cen Sen said silently, turned the bill, and corrected: "I don't think this is a little senior."

A skirt of 180,000 euros is called Xiao Hao, she really can say it.

Cen Sen looked up and asked Zhou Jiaheng: "When did Madam arrive in Paris?"

Zhou Jiaheng paused, "Five o'clock this morning."

Then he automatically and spontaneously reported Ji Mingshu's series of itineraries for the next few days, probably some show arrangements, and high-level lunch, dinner and afternoon tea invitations.

Cen Sen didn't know if he had listened carefully. When the report was over, he commented in a flat tone, "She's pretty busy."

Zhou Jiaheng watched his nose and nose, and didn't answer the conversation with interest.

On the other hand, Ji Mingshu was very happy.

She especially narcissistically understood Cen Sen's phrase "I don't think this is a little high-level" as a compliment, and planned to buy Cen Sen a lavalier as a encouragement.

But at this moment, the WeChat reminder sounded tinklingly.

Sure enough, the rainbow fart edited by Gu University will only be late and will not be absent.

Gu Kaiyang: [Oh, what is this peerless fairy who has fallen from the earth! 】

Gu Kaiyang: [Skirts are not advanced customization! You are! 】

Gu Kaiyang: [Our little canary baby's beauty in business and money consumption is really fascinating! ! ! 】

Gu Kaiyang: [How much money does mother have to make to **** you from that dog man? ! 】

There is no gap without comparison.

Ji Mingshu took a screenshot and sent it to Cen Sen to let him experience the correct evaluation method.

Cen Sen received the picture, and his eyes fell on the "dog man" in the last sentence.

That's why she called him in private and her girlfriends.