The Unruly Wife Refuses to Marry Leng 108 Times

Star Entertainment Group.

"What?!" Wen Qiao said in disbelief, could it be that she...

Ji Mingya showed helplessness, spread her hands and said, "After all, you have transformed. Although someone will take care of it for you, if you want to continue to hang out here, you have to go to the dinner party."

You can go to the dinner...but Leng Yixuan is also there
Wen Qiao pulled Rajiminya's sleeve, showing a pitiful look, "Can you?"

"No."

Ji Mingya pre-empted and refused directly. She didn't want to be blamed, let alone that person was Murong Ting...
"Then what should I do? I really don't want to go." Wen Qiao deflated like a deflated balloon.

...

Dinner.

After drinking for three rounds, Wen Qiao still maintained her rationality. She quickly looked towards the door and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Leng Yixuan didn't come.

"I wonder if Miss Wen's new song has been put on the new agenda?"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged woman, dressed very smartly, as for her name...

Wen Qiao thought about it carefully... still can't remember...

She could only laugh dryly, "It's already on the agenda, now the melody is missing."

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised, "Really? Didn't it take two days to prepare for the transformation? Did it get done so quickly? It's Star Entertainment."

Ji Mingya secretly pinched Wen Qiao.

Wen Qiao immediately shivered.

"The boss is just helping me...transformation. I made all the new songs myself, and no one helped me."

The aunt's question was too tricky.

Fortunately, Mingya reminded himself, otherwise he would have to follow other people's pace..
In the trap.

The people present fell on Wen Qiao's sight less.

The meaning is self-evident.

I thought it was the lover of the CEO of Xingyu, but I didn't expect it to be someone who relies on strength, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have come.

How do you deal with this kind of people who want connections but don't have connections.

After going out like this, the dinner table suddenly became a lot quieter. To be precise, no one spoke to Wen Qiao.

But it was just as she wanted.

...

After leaving the dining table, Wen Qiao stretched her waist while walking around the corner before going to the bathroom.

The girl's slender waist is fully displayed.

She pushed open the door, turned on the faucet, caught the water with her hands and splashed it on her face.

A cold feeling came over me.

Her consciousness also came back a lot in an instant, and it was a little fresher.

But as long as she thought of going back and facing the faces of those people, she became a little impatient.

Usually at this time... there is one person to comfort her.

I will give her something delicious to go back home.
Now she is alone.

Tears trickled down her cheeks, leaving some beads on her eyelashes.

There is a trace of red in the corner of the eye, and the whole person is like a little rabbit.

"Jojo? Are you here?"

Ji Mingya's voice came from outside.

Wen Qiao immediately adjusted her posture, touched her face twice and went out.

When she came out, Ji Mingya was gone.

Where did it go?

Wasn't it still here just now?
Wen Qiao was a little puzzled. Just as she was about to turn around, a smell of mutton hit her.

"Yo, where is it?"

The person who spoke was at the dinner table. She remembered that it was... Manager Wang?
The guy in charge of the record?
Bald beer belly.. tall too..
The most important thing is that the other party's eyes made her very uncomfortable.

"Hi, can you get out of the way?" Wen Qiao suppressed the disgust in his heart and asked.

The girl's voice was like the song of an oriole on a branch, clear and sweet.