At the same time as the secretary came over.

Jiang Cheng looked at Xia Xinyi with a smile and said meaningfully: "Yes, I am poor, and I can't even afford to book a box in the Prince Hotel!"

"I'm just waiting to see where your birthday party can go on the 16th. ”

"Let's go, Xia Xi. ”

After Jiang Cheng took Xia Xi's wrist and left the hall, Xia Xinyi still had a disdainful smile on her face.

At this time, the secretary happened to walk up to Xia Xinyi and interrupted Xia Xinyi's ridicule of Jiang Cheng: "Miss Xia Xinyi, our general manager said." ”

"Let you and your relatives and friends, on the 16th, go to the Prince Hotel. ”

Xia Xinyi wasn't quite sure if the Prince Hotel was booked for her.

Now it seems, it's all right!

Otherwise, why would you ask her to go to the Prince Hotel?

"Okay, tell you Mr. Cheng, I'll be there. Xia Xinyi restrained the excitement and excitement in her heart, and responded in the posture of a vice president's wife.

Xia Xinyi is looking forward to the arrival of the 16th.

She and Xia Xi had their birthdays on the same day, and at that time, she stayed in the Prince Hotel, which was super five-star star, and all the big people in Dongshi celebrated their birthdays. And Xia Xi ....... I'm afraid I can't even afford a birthday dress!

But what Xia Xinyi didn't know was!

General Manager Chengtian invited her to the Prince Hotel because she was ordered by Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng wanted Xia Xinyi to personally feel the feeling of falling from heaven.

Watching Xia Xi, who was despised by her, have a birthday party that is several times better than her!

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Not long after Xia Xinyi left Chengtian Group, Cheng Zhihui came to the general manager's office again with a layer of gauze on his head.

Last time, I called the yellow-haired boss to teach Jiang Cheng a lesson, but the yellow-haired boss was taught a lesson.

Cheng Zhihui is particularly unwilling!

He pushed open the door of his uncle's office and complained, "Uncle, the group of forces you called me are so useless! They can't even beat a piece of waste." ”

Cheng Zhihui covered his forehead, looking very angry and unwilling.

Mr. Cheng, who was sitting in the office chair, heard his nephew's words, and there was a trace of astonishment in his eyes: "Huang Mao, they can't even beat a piece of waste?

"You shouldn't offend anyone with status, right?"

Have an identity?

Cheng Zhihui said disdainfully: "What identity can he have? is a poor bastard who can do three-legged cat kung fu." Uncle, you must help me. ”

"If it is rumored that our family can't even fight a piece of waste, isn't that a joke?"

"You see, my forehead was smashed by him a few days ago and I had seven or eight stitches, and I still can't remove the gauze!"

When he said the last sentence, Cheng Zhihui also cooperated with a painful expression.

In the Cheng family.

The relationship between Mr. Cheng and him is the best, after all, the age difference between the two is five or six years old. Seeing that his nephew was wronged, of course Mr. Cheng would not give up.

He frowned and sneered: "A poor bastard dares to spread wild on your head?

"Don't worry, with me, no one dares to bully you without paying the price. ”

As soon as Cheng Zhihui heard his uncle's words, he was relieved.

Then he hurriedly asked with glowing eyes: "That uncle, what force are you going to send to teach that poor bastard a lesson!"

I only heard Mr. Cheng snort coldly.

Then!

The force that made the entire East City awe-inspiring and who had surrendered to Jiang Cheng's side a few days ago came out of President Cheng's mouth: "I'll call the curator of the Emperor Cheng Martial Arts Pavilion now!"