Chapter 7 The Little Stream of the Entertainment Industry

Ming Qin felt that there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping in his heart.

"I ...... I don't even remember, I'm sorry. She was very sensitive to her neck, and she snuggled up in his arms with her eyes closed, and her face flushed slightly from his teasing.

The scorching breath spewed into her ears, goosebumps instantly climbed all over her body, and Mingqin's heart was like a little rabbit, pounding and jumping.

Liang Zhanwei kissed her neck and face affectionately, inserted his slender fingers into her long hair, held the back of her head, and whispered in his ear, "Mingqin, I miss you very much." ”

As he spoke, he gently bit her earlobe, and a pair of large hands began to roam freely over her body......

Under his gradual offensive, Mingqin's hormones that had been sleeping for a long time were also physiologically awakened, and smelling the faint smell of perfume on his body, her breathing began to become a little short of time unconsciously.

"Sister, Manager Feng and Hong Wan'er have already made an appointment...... Oh! I'm sorry, I'm going to get out right away. Wang Yan said as she covered her eyes and retreated.

Mingqin immediately panicked and broke free from his arms, "No, no, you can say it," she straightened her hair and clothes as she walked towards the desk.

With her back to Liang Zhanwei and Wang Yan, she hid the embarrassment and uneasiness on her face deeply.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Liang, I thought ......" Wang Yan was like a child who had done something wrong, squeezing out an innocent expression and pitifully clubbing at the door.

Liang Zhanwei took a deep breath, stood up and tidied up his suit, and left with a calm face.

"Sister, I wanted to come in and tell you that someone had made an appointment for you, I didn't expect you to ......" Wang Yan pouted, "I also went out first, I'm really embarrassed." ”

Wang Yan's expression when she apologized was sincere, but some of her actions still made Ming Qin mutter.

It's not a matter of a day or two for her to be the president's secretary, and when the boss is alone with his fiancΓ©e, he should push the door in after getting permission, doesn't she understand this common sense?

Besides, there are still two days before the appointment time, when to say no, why come in in so much hurry to report?

Could it be that she is such an acute child? Or is she secretly in love with Liang Zhanwei and can't see him making out with other women?

For Wang Yan, who has only known her for a few days, although Ming Qin has already put a lot of labels on her in her heart, it is still impossible to know the way a person thinks of doing things, and whether there was any cause and effect before, that led her to take the risk of offending the president today.

Forget it, the more I think about it, the more clueless I become, anyway, she broke in rashly, which can be regarded as indirectly helping herself resolve the impasse in front of her.

The past two days have been a lot of work, and it has been a bit hard, and she plans to go home and take a hot bath to relieve her fatigue.

Mingqin turned off the computer, grabbed the bag at hand, and walked straight to the underground garage.

In the elevator, she met Sheng Youqian, who was also going to pick up the car.

"Sister-in-law in the future, is the company's environment still adaptable?"

The space of the elevator was very small, and he stood in the corner, smiling evilly at Mingqin.

"It's fine." She replied, plain and simple.

Since he rejected the offer to sign with Milan that day, I don't know why, Mingqin always felt a little unnatural when he saw him again today.

Maybe it was because I saw that her response was a little light, and after a few seconds of stagnant space, "I said, I will do what I promised you, I hope you can abide by the spirit of the contract and never forget your identity." Sheng Youqian put away the ruffian smile just now, and his voice was cold and gloomy.

This sentence sounds like a comfort, but when you taste it carefully, it is more like a warning.

Take what you want, give it first.

Ming Qin understood that Sheng Youqian was just trying to remind himself not to trespass, and in the face of his plan to seize the throne, her revenge would always come second.

She felt as if she was being enveloped by an invisible force, as if she was bound hand and foot, and she was a little unfree.

"Look at the phone," I saw Sheng Mingqian's finger click on the phone a few times, and the information prompt sound on Mingqin's side rang several times one after another.

"If you want the horses to run, you have to feed the horses to graze, and I still understand this truth." He raised his chin and motioned for her to take a look now.

That's when the negative floor arrived.

As soon as the elevator door opened, two or three employees stood at the door waiting for the elevator, and when they saw that it was the future boss lady and the second young man, they all greeted them respectfully.

Sheng Youqian responded with a smile, like a humble gentleman.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to shake the mobile phone in his hand, "Sister-in-law, I'll go first, don't forget to read the information." ”

"Okay, stay safe on the road." In front of outsiders, Ming Qin had no choice but to smile and stage a scene of daily communication between his uncle and sister-in-law.

She sat in the car and didn't start the car until she watched Sheng Youqian's car slowly disappear into the exit, and then she took her phone and clicked on it.

The 'forage' sent by Sheng Youqian was a few photos, which made Mingqin, who was in a dark environment, have a bright light in his eyes.

After saving all the photos, she went straight to the travel agency where Lei Ting worked.

"Tell me, which hole do you want to fill today?" After Lei Ting got into the car, she lazily collapsed on the passenger seat.

Ming Qin really likes this way of communicating with people who don't get into the topic without greetings, at least he doesn't have to think about how to lead to the topic, and he doesn't have to carefully explore the progress.

"Happy, I like your crunchy. I've searched all over the house and I haven't found a single piece of work I used to design, do you know where I used to put them? Or was it donated or something? ”

Lei Ting listened to her words, tilted her head and glanced at her, "Sister, I really believe that you have amnesia this time, because you don't even remember any of your own virtues, and you actually put gold on your face." ”

"First of all, it is immoral for you to bully a patient like this. Secondly, I can remember the 'thunder' which is more important than anything else, so what's the point of forgetting a few clothes? ”

Whenever she heard the word Lei Zi, Lei Ting felt like someone had poked her acupoint, she bit her lower lip and glared, "I'm leaving, who do you like to find whomever you like." ”

Turn around and open the door.

"Don't don't, Tingting, Sister Ting," Mingqin immediately relented and reached out to grab her arm, "I want to express our friendship, the boat is so strong that it will never be overturned by the waves even on the rough sea." ”

The anger in Lei Ting's eyes slowly dissolved. Then, she pursed her lips and smiled, "It's pretty much the same, let's go, Swan Lake Avenue." ”

"Come on, Sister Ting, sit tight."

I remember the last time I was at the 90 degrees north latitude leisure house, and the time I spent with Lei Ting made Mingqin feel relaxed and comfortable.

She has a good personality, humor, and is not hypocritical, and she is responsive to Mingqin's requests.

This made Ming Qin feel a relatively mild dependence on Lei Ting in his heart.

Twenty minutes later, Lei Ting took her to an Italian villa area on Swan Lake Boulevard. After turning left and right a few times, Ming Qin was attracted by the flower wall that climbed all over the vines.

There is a wooden sign hanging next to the door that reads 'Qin Xin Garden'.

"This wall of flowers is so beautiful," she couldn't help but reach out and pull one over, put it under her nose and smell it, "I think the designer must be a romantic." ”

"Don't bring such boasts, go inside." Lei Ting seemed to be used to her amnesia, so she didn't care about her words at all, took out the key and walked straight in.

Listening to her words, Ming Qin began to be a little curious about the 'ex herself', she was really a clever woman.

As soon as she stepped into the hall, her jaw dropped from the dazzling array of costumes.

"This ...... I designed it? Mingqin couldn't believe it.

"Well, this, this, and that have all won the grand prize," following the direction of Lei Ting's finger, Ming Qin felt that his eyes were a little insufficient.

These clothes have been sorted out, including trendy clothes, fashion, antique style, dresses, etc., which can be regarded as everything.

Ming Qin took a closer look one by one, and according to Liang Zhanwei, the 'former Ming Qin' has been missing for two years, but it is spotless here, and it seems that someone has been taking care of it all along.

If I hadn't been abducted when I was a child, and I had been able to grow up next to my biological parents until now, I think I would have been a big lady who was loved by thousands of people, and how could I experience my childhood in an orphanage.

thought that when he grew up, he would finally meet He Zheng, who could be entrusted for life, but he almost died for an insurance policy of 8 million, but now he can only endure humiliation and secretly struggle in a miserable life......

Thinking about it, her eyes turned a little red.

Lei Ting saw that she didn't say anything for a long time, and guessed that her emotions were trapped in those sad days again.

Although she didn't know what Mingqin had experienced in the past two years, but after such a big encounter alone, she didn't even have any memory now, and she could still understand the fear and helplessness to some extent.

She took a sky blue dress, walked behind Ming Qin, and patted her on the shoulder, "Do you know why I said you put gold on your face?" Oh, that's it, what award did you give back then, you didn't want to give it to me, and you dared to say that you donated something like this, it's impossible to be good. ”

While speaking, Lei Ting's eyes never left the dress. Ai looked at her and couldn't put it down, Mingqin's thin lips were slightly curled, and she said generously, "Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you." ”

When Lei Ting heard that the dress she had been thinking about was finally owned by herself, she was a little excited, "Sister, you have to lose your memory early, I have been wearing this dress for two years." Okay, then I'm not welcome, just think of it as my reward for taking care of Qinxin Garden for two years. Now that the people have returned, I can rest and return to their rightful owners. With that, she shoved the key into Mingqin's hand, turned around and went to fiddle with her little dress again.

Ming Qin took a fancy to a turquoise tulle robe among the many ancient clothes, thinking that this color was more in line with Hong Wan'er's complexion and temperament. After packing it, she visited the villa again before driving away with Lei Ting.