MTL - Dressed As Scum A Marked the Crazy Beauty Boss-Chapter 9

There was a small typhoon in Beicheng, and because of this relationship, the temperature dropped to a comfortable level for the human body.

Cheng Jiqing stayed silent in the mansion for a few days, and her body was well rested. Although she was in the mansion, she didn't have any information.

At least she knew that the balance on Yuanshen's mobile phone was only nine yuan and twenty-eight cents. There was no world of fighting with swords and knives, and buying a pair of straw sandals was difficult.

Cheng Jiqing thought, how much hatred and grievances are there, and the original body insists on getting angry with his sister?

She hasn't figured it out yet, and she can't act rashly, mainly because the memory fragments given to her by the original body are always reminding her that the grievances between her and Cheng Jing will never be let go.

Therefore, every time I want to move towards reconciliation, my heart is always tied down.

However, money, she is not too worried.

There are many brand-name bags in the original wardrobe, unopened, limited edition...

As long as she has money in hand, she still has a chance to make money.

Now how can there be actors and stars who just act and receive endorsements instead of doing side jobs? She has made some achievements in investing in stocks in the original world. In the past two days, she has been optimistic about an A-share.

And when she had enough rest and dealt with Bai Xin's threat, she could go to filming again.

Cheng Jiqing was lying under the huge shade roof in the garden, thinking about it, she looked up at the pattern on the roof, she didn't know what kind - but she thought of peach blossom.

Naturally, the name 'Bai Xin' came to mind.

Then she shook her head.

She clearly told Bai Xin that Cheng Jing would also go to the reception at 6:30 today, whether or not to go in the current situation, but Bai Xin actually replied to her: 【I will go. 】

She should have known that this man would not listen.

Cheng Jiqing straightened up and picked up a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The fans gave her the nickname "Orange Orange", not only because of her last name, but also because she likes to eat oranges.

She didn't live many such comfortable days, and she couldn't control any receptions, Cheng Jing, Bai Xin, or Qin Yufu.

Let them go if they want to go, whoever wants to go, this kind of Shura field has nothing to do with her anyway, she will not participate.

she won't go.

Cheng Jiqing was determined in his heart.

Cheng Jiqing checked the time, it was past two o'clock on Saturday afternoon, and she herself didn't realize that she checked the time a little too much today.

When he found out, Cheng Jiqing thought, maybe it was because Song Ling had agreed with her in the morning to come.

She is very punctual and she doesn't like being late.

Thinking wildly.

"Ah - you want to die? Let me go!"

Suddenly, there was a cry of pain and scolding himself.

Cheng Jiqing turned his head and saw Yu Lan was holding the girl's wrist with an indifferent expression. When she was surprised, she guessed that the girl who was pinched was Song Ling.

When she stood up, Yu Lan had already let go.

Song Ling dropped the thing in her hand and slapped it, Cheng Jiqing didn't even have a chance to stop it.

"Song Ling!"

Song Ling's expression was obviously stunned after the beating, especially Cheng Jiqing's name just now, never thought Cheng Jiqing had such a bluffing side before. A bit of an indescribable deterrent.

The feeling of being overwhelmed is fleeting.

Just now, she was all focused on Cheng Jiqing, but she was suddenly grabbed so hard, how could she not be angry? !

"Why? She caught me in pain!" Song Ling didn't think there was anything wrong with her.

"Are you okay?" Cheng Jiqing stepped forward to look at Yu Lan's face.

Yu Lan's skin is not fair, and faint palm prints can be seen.

Yu Lan lowered her eyes, even at this time the expression on her face did not loosen, that slap didn't seem to hit her on the face.

"Sorry, I didn't see clearly."

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the ground, what Song Ling just threw was a red and black rose, judging by the gesture just now, Yu Lan probably thought that Song Ling was trying to hit her with something.

A temporal conditioned reflex.

"Go get an ice pack first." Cheng Jiqing said.

Song Ling looked at Alpha's straight back, snorted, stepped on her high-heeled shoes, walked to a chair and sat down, angrily: "What kind of bodyguard are you new here? Let's forget about it."

Song Ling is also an Alpha, and the only female Alpha in the Song family, the youngest sister, she has been doted on since she was a child, and she has never been treated so roughly.

Cheng Jiqing said, "You're playing tricks behind your back, who else will you take if you don't?"

Song Ling frowned: "Then can I still hit you with a stone? Look at my red hands!"

"People don't know what you have in your hand."

Song Ling was dissatisfied: "Why are you speaking for a bodyguard? She is more important than me. I am your friend, okay?"

Song Ling is 20 this year, with a baby face carved in pink and jade, with all her thoughts on her face, maybe so, that arrogance and domineering behavior are not so hateful.

At other times, maybe Cheng Jiqing didn't mind being an annoying 'senior' and telling Song Ling that it was wrong.

But today she didn't have that impulse, her mind was very wandering, always turning to other places.

Like a reception.

Song Ling didn't come here to look for Cheng Jiqing because she didn't like Cheng Jing.

"Are you really not going to the evening reception?" Song Ling calmed down, remembering her purpose of coming, took the drink brought by the servant and said, "Come with me, I think there will be a fight today."

"..." Cheng Jiqing said, "I'm not mistaken, it was a reception hosted by your family."

Taking a step back, these companies are also business units, and the reception is still commercial. It is possible to look bad, but it will definitely not be a fight.

"It's okay, my dad said he wanted to watch it too... No." Song Ling paused for two seconds.

Cheng Jiqing and her looked at each other silently: "I pretend I didn't hear it, come on, have another one."

Song Ling licked her lips: "That's how it is. My dad temporarily added more than a dozen security guards today, not allowing a single piece of media to sneak in. I'm afraid that your family will make a mess. Why don't you go if it's so interesting?"

Cheng Jiqing: "..."

If the last sentence is left unsaid, it would be perfect.

she won't go.

"Really not going?"

Cheng Jiqing shook his head and lay back lazily: "No."

Song Ling felt bored and lay down on the chair next to Cheng Jiqing, yelling to leave.

Cheng Jiqing glanced at the weather outside, took out his phone, and without swiping up, the time of chatting with Bai Xin was separated by date.

The day before yesterday.

[If Cheng Jing goes, he will definitely give you a bad look. Do you want to think about it? 】

She was even worried that Cheng Jing would target Bai Xin, as far as she got along with Cheng Jing these few times.

【I will go. 】

There is no room for persuasion.

yesterday.

[If you go, be careful with Zeng Lu, the inducer is related to her. 】

Bai Xin's reply was early in the morning, and her schedule seemed very irregular: [Zeng Lu? 】

[Zeng Lu from the Belle Mansion. 】

In the past two days, she planned to go to Zeng Lu to see if she could get some news about the inducer, but Zeng Lu was not in Beicheng and would not be back until tonight. From what that means, go directly to the reception tonight.

That's why she reminded Bai Xin.

This reception is simply going to whether it should go or not.

Cheng Jiqing realized that she was troubled, so she decided to send Bai Xin a message without much hesitation.

[Listen to me, we're not going today. 】

What Song Ling said made sense, Cheng Jing, Bai Xin, and Qin Yufu were going to cause trouble when they appeared. To be more precise, she thinks that Bai Xin will suffer.

Suffering means blackening the risk.

The ultimate goal of the Butterfly Effect, isn't that her?

The phone buzzed, Bai Xin responded quickly this time, she clicked on—

[So worried, why don't you come too? 】

The moment Cheng Jiqing saw the first sentence, his heart skipped a beat, it must not be literal. But she still imagined how Bai Xin glanced at her with those twinkling peach blossom eyes - charming and delicate red at the end of the eyes, a little cold, but seductive with pear dimples.

soft.

And vigorous.

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Xiao Cheng: Let’s just say, it seems like it’s okay to go