Jun Qing took the clothes into his hand, and the person who had always been sharp-tongued did not think of a rebuttal.

Glancing at Emperor Lin on the sofa, she pulled a blanket around her body and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing the marks on her body in the mirror, she scolded angrily with tears and laughter.

"Emperor Lin, you hate it!"

Emperor Lin sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, and his head was not raised.

"What's wrong with me?"

Coming out of the bathroom, Jun gently pulled down the blanket and pointed to the bottom of his collarbone.

"See for yourself!"

Emperor Lin glanced at her sideways, retracted his gaze calmly, and continued to look at his papers.

"You can dress tightly."

He replied very calmly, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Keeping his expression in his eyes from afar, Jun gritted his teeth lightly and walked over.

Raise your hand to take the computer from his lap, sit on his lap, grab his tie, and pout his eyes with a small mouth.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

Lifting his finger, Emperor Lin swiped lightly over her collarbone and then over her knee.

"Now you are the emperor's wife, down here, up here, no one is allowed to look at it!"

The traces of his kiss are the red threads he gave her.

In this matter, he is absolutely domineering and authoritarian.

Jun was slightly stunned, but he couldn't hold back in the end, and pulled his tie out loud and laughed.

"Yes, Mr. Emperor!"

The doorbell rang, and knowing that it was the delivery man who came to deliver the food, Emperor Lin gently patted her on the shoulder.

"Go take a shower, I'll take you to the TV station after eating."

After the meal, Emperor Lin personally drove her to the TV station.

Driving into the TV parking lot, Emperor Lin parked the car near the entrance: "In the evening, I'll come back to watch you play." ”

"Good!" Jun nodded lightly, "I'll ask Yiyi to help you get your tickets ready." ”

Getting out of the car and waving to him through the window, Jun walked briskly up the steps and into the door of the TV station.

Coming upstairs to the studio hall of "The Strongest Singer-Songwriter", she entered through the actor's entrance and walked into the lounge dedicated to her and Leng Mo.

In the lounge, Leng Mo and Zhao Yiyi were having lunch, and when they saw her come in, both of them stopped moving.

"You eat yours, leave me alone!" Jun waved his hand lightly to the two, put the things he was holding on the table, and sat down beside Leng Mo: "How is it, it's okay in the morning, right?" ”

Leng Mo put down the tableware in his hand: "Ni Wei and they didn't come in the morning!" ”

Seeing that he had finished eating, Jun Qing took out the score from his bag, turned one of the pages, sent it to Leng Mo, stretched out his finger and pointed to the position where he had marked: "On the way here, I thought about it carefully, here we should change the rhythm a little, so that it can be a little richer......"

As he spoke, there was a knock on the door.

"Here we go!" Zhao Yiyi got up and went over, opened the door, and came back with a huge rectangular gift box in her hand, "Sister Jun, your express." ”

Jun Qing was studying the score of the evening performance with Leng Mo, and he didn't raise his head.

"You can help me dismantle it!"

Zhao Yiyi took out scissors to cut the tape on the seal and opened the lid of the gift box.

When she saw the contents of the box, she exclaimed.

"Wow - it's beautiful!"

Hearing her exclamation, Jun Qing and Leng Mo raised their faces at the same time to look over.

At this time, Zhao Yiyi had already taken the skirt in the box.

The skirt like smoke and mist scattered in an instant.

The skirt is extremely light, and the three-dimensional hook on the hand-embroidered piece is exquisite and elegant.

The purple skirt is elegant and gorgeous, full of fairy spirit.