The host is tempted by the female partner again [Quick Transmigration]

There was the sound of horns everywhere, and Ji Mingxiao felt a little restless while holding the steering wheel with one hand.

She raised her head and saw Zhuo Xi's face on the large LED screen not far away. Not long ago, she had just become the global spokesperson of the E family, and Fu Youzheng got the lead.

Zhuo Xi's current career can be said to be thriving, enough to make any actress jealous.

Ji Mingxiao twitched the corners of his mouth, picked up his phone and took a photo on the big screen, and then sent it to Zhuo Xi.

[Fu Youzheng: Baby, you are so pretty, when will other people know that you are my wife. 】

【Fu Youzheng: [picture.jpg]】

There was no reply on the other side, and she didn't care.

The speed of the car ahead finally got faster, and Ji Mingxiao didn't receive Zhuo Xi's reply until he got home and took a shower.

【Zhuo Xi: I miss you too. 】

Sure enough, he didn't comment on her other sentence.

She is going to country D the day after tomorrow, but she doesn't want to contact Zhuo Xi. The flight ticket has already been booked. She will stay in country D for two days at 06:30 tomorrow afternoon. Ji Mingxiao looked at the itinerary. In the past, she still had to talk about a cooperation, and she still had a [-]:[-] p.m. flight back home.

At 05:30 the next day, Ji Mingxiao arrived at the airport. She took three people with her for this trip, and she didn't have much luggage. Traveling lightly, she basically didn't say a few words, half of which was covered by her sunglasses From her face, she could tell from her lips that she was not in a very good mood.

"What's wrong with the president?"

"do not know."

The three looked at each other and whispered in low voices.

Ji Mingxiao's footsteps in front suddenly stopped, and then ran towards a certain direction.

"President?" A few people wanted to catch up, but there were too many people at the airport, and they disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Why can you run so fast in high heels?

Ji Mingxiao stared at the figure not far away.

The other party has fair skin, casually tied a ponytail, and a few strands of untied hair hang down naturally. She looks about 20 years old. She is dragging a suitcase, standing at the door of the bathroom, looking down at her mobile phone.

Ji Mingxiao's footsteps slowed down, looking at her, she didn't dare to approach her, she was a little afraid that this was a dream.

She noticed that someone was looking at her, raised her head to look at Ji Mingxiao, frowned, and looked at her with some puzzlement.

"Excuse me, what's the matter with you?"

"Excuse me, are you Ruan Shaojia?" Ji Mingxiao asked.

The other party was stunned for a moment, his expression became more tangled and dazed, then he shook his head firmly: "No."

Ji Mingxiao looked at the face that was exactly the same as Ruan Shaojia's, and showed a decent smile: "Sorry, you look a lot like a friend of mine who disappeared suddenly, so...sorry."

"Oh, good." The other party nodded.

"Can you leave a contact information?" Ji Mingxiao looked at her.

She frowned: "Forget it."

Ji Mingxiao lowered his eyes, a little disappointed, but the smile on his face remained unchanged: "Excuse me, I wish you a happy life."

She stuffed the phone back, looked at her face again, turned and left.

"Host, what you did just now was a little dangerous."

"Oh." Ji Mingxiao is not in the mood to argue with the system now, and returned to the place where he ran over before, and the three of them were still standing there waiting for her.

"President, are you okay?"

"fine."

The three found that the president seemed to be in a worse mood.

The former president started working after getting on the plane, but now he stares out the window in a daze, doing nothing.

Ji Mingxiao's mind is very confused, only dead people can be bound by the system, if that person is really Ruan Shaojia, then the other person is already dead.

When did she die, why did she not get any news at all.

She frowned.

The other party didn't immediately deny the name after hearing the name, obviously they should have an impression. As for the refusal, it was mostly because of the system's regulations that all taskers were not allowed to reveal their true identities during the task.

Ji Mingxiao took a sip of tea, knocked on the table, lowered his head and began to process the documents.

The flight to country D was fourteen hours long, enough for her to deal with part of the work and get some sleep, although she really didn't like sleeping on the plane.

Seeing that Ji Mingxiao was finally back to normal, the others breathed a sigh of relief.

When they arrived in country D, the car arranged in advance was already there, and they were sent directly to the hotel to rest.

Ji Mingxiao didn't set the alarm clock, and fell asleep all night, but he didn't oversleep.

When I woke up, I saw the message from Zhuo Xi.

【Zhuo Xi: Honey, the dress you prepared... doesn't seem to suit me. 】

[Fu Youzheng: Why isn't it suitable for you?Babies look good in anything. 】

When Zhuo Xi saw the message from Ji Mingxiao, she almost dropped her phone. She wanted to change the dress, but because Fu Youzheng's dress was delivered late, and because she trusted Youzheng too much. I didn't prepare other dresses at the beginning, and now I'm going to walk the red carpet, and I can't contact the brand.

She gritted her teeth with hatred, but she didn't dare to get angry with Fu Youzheng.

Ji Mingxiao saw that the other party didn't speak, probably guessed Zhuo Xi's expression now, and curled his lips.

[Fu Youzheng: Don't you like it?I picked for a long time. 】

[Zhuo Xi: I like it, of course I like it, I like everything you prepared. 】

Cherish: MMP

Ji Mingxiao walked the red carpet alone this time, he could have been with Zhuo Xi, but she refused.

Of course Zhuo Xi didn't know that she was coming, if he knew, he would definitely ask to go with her.

The dress that Ji Mingxiao prepared for herself was much prettier than Zhuo Xi's, it was completely tailored for her, perfectly highlighting her various advantages, and of course the cost was much higher than Zhuo Xi's.

Her red carpet sequence was in front, and she attracted the attention of countless people as soon as she got off the car.

But she is the president, and she came here as a producer this time. She has no interest in taking photos. She walked the red carpet very fast, and turned a deaf ear to the reporter's call for "slow down". After signing, she returned to her own Location.

When Zhuo Xi received the news, she looked at Ji Mingxiao's photo with a distorted expression.

"Why didn't she tell me when she came here." Zhuo Xi suppressed her voice.

"Maybe I want to give you a surprise." Zhuo Xi's manager Wu Duo said, "Don't think too much about it."

"Look at how pretty her dress is." Zhuo Xi bit her lip, "Just prepare something like this for me."

"It's not like you don't know how kind Mrs. Fu treats you. This dress was made by the chief designer of House Y. It costs 180 million. She probably wants to give you the best." Wu Duo patted Zhuo Xi's hand, " Don't get angry with her, you hear me?"

Zhuo Xi nodded.

Probably thinking that Zhuo Xi was about to suffer, Ji Mingxiao's mood improved a lot, with a smile on his face, chatting with the people around him, seamlessly switching between different languages, without stress.

Finally, when it was time for Zhuo Xi to appear on stage, Ji Mingxiao looked up at the big screen in front of him, almost laughing.

It's not ugly to say it's ugly, but it's just awkward, and it makes people uncomfortable to look at.

Ji Mingxiao took out his mobile phone, turned on the live broadcast, and prepared to watch the barrage.

【What the hell is Zhuo Xi wearing this time?It didn't suit her at all. 】

[But it’s expensive, friends, the whole body adds up to 800 million, a walking treasury. 】

[I laughed to death, it's too ugly. 】

【Does Zhuo Xi think she looks really good now? 】

[Xixi is the best! ! 】

The author has something to say: Ji Mingxiao X Ruan Shaojia

This time the name comes out quickly.