"Damn it! Isn't that Jiang Chun's fiance?! Yan, right? Fuck that girl, come closer and I'll take a closer look!"
"It's true! Just the second female lead in the popular costume drama some time ago! Fuck you, Yan is really not a human being, she cheated right after she got engaged! No, should this be called cheating or cheating???"
Ji Mingshu sincerely felt that Gu Kaiyang was born to fight in the front line of the paparazzi team after two days of sleepless nights and yet he was so excited to devote himself to the gossip business for the first time.
She lowered the volume of her earphones, barely enduring Gu Kaiyang's indiscriminate bombardment.
Hearing that Gu Kaiyang had been educating about the dark history of the girl next to Yan Yan for 30 seconds, and she still wanted to continue educating, Ji Mingshu pushed his sunglasses, lowered his voice and stopped in time: "Okay, these thirty-eight lines You know so much about her life, do you plan to write a book about her?"
She watched intently in the camera as Yan and the thirty-eight line walked into the elevator arm in arm, eyes unblinking. When the last two showed their faces, they took a very precise screenshot.
Gu Kaiyang couldn't help reminding, "Follow up and see where they live."
"Come on, it's not my husband who cheated."
Let's talk about her identity, why did she do such a wretched thing.
Ji Mingshu tilted his head slightly, adjusted his sunglasses, and went out shopping as if nothing had happened.
Going shopping alone was boring. She only bought three bags, a pair of shoes, and a windbreaker, and then went to visit Gu Kaiyang's and had lunch together.
At noon, she went back to the hotel to rest, and in the afternoon the brand sent someone to pick her up and go to the haute couture workshop to try on dresses.
Waking up from lunch break, thinking of her new dress, Ji Mingshu was in a good mood. When she left the hotel, she was still thinking about the silent version of the concert.
But before she left the hotel, someone called her from behind, "Ji Mingshu?"
The voice was very familiar. When she turned her head, she saw Jiang Chun wearing a pink skirt and a beret, standing pretty in the rest area, with a hotel waiter helping to push the luggage.
Ji Mingshu paused for a moment, then slowly took off his sunglasses.
Jiang Chun is very satisfied with Ji Mingshu's reaction. Although she hates Ji Mingshu very much, she has to admit that Ji Mingshu, a socialite who has grown up from a small pile of gold and jade, has a better taste, which can make Ji Mingshu feel overwhelmed. Should be pretty good? She was suddenly a little complacent.
"Why are you here?" Ji Mingshu asked.
Jiang Chun thought that Ji Mingshu wanted to ridicule her because she was not invited by the brand, so he subconsciously said, "It's not your family that owns the hotel."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Chun was silent for three seconds.
She suddenly remembered that this hotel was just bought by Junyi last year, and it was really her family who opened it.
Fortunately, she responded quickly, and added: "Paris is not your back garden. Miss Ji is a little too lenient? Yan is on a business trip in Paris recently, so let me surprise him, can't I?"
When it came to Yan, her fiancé, her back straightened up a bit.
"… surprise?"
Ji Mingshu didn't know what expression to put on for a moment.
"That's right, even if our family is on a business trip, our family Yan still has an address, unlike your family's Mr. Cen, who never sees anyone all year round when he is busy."
Seeing the childish complacency on Jiang Chun's face, Ji Mingshu was speechless, but at the same time felt a trace of affection.
In fact, Jiang Chun was not originally from this circle, but her father was very capable. He abruptly changed from a demolition upstart in a small fishing village in Shencheng to a tycoon in the catering industry today, earning buckets of real money.
Moreover, her father was very ambitious. A few years ago, he came to Beijing with his family from Shencheng. He used his wealth to knock on the door of a famous family in the imperial capital, and made a marriage with the Yan family.
The Yan family was also a prominent family at one time, but they were not as good-for-nothing as the previous generation, and coupled with bad luck and vision, they have already shown signs of decline.
The engagement of the two families is a typical combination of new money and old money taking advantage of the occasion to get what they want.
Originally, there was nothing to criticize if this kind of marriage cheated or not. It was normal for each to play his own way. When Ji Mingshu bumped into each other, he pretended he hadn't bumped into each other. He wouldn't say anything in front of the parties involved. He would gossip with his friends at most after dinner.
But the key point is—Jiang Chun, this girl is too sincere, she fell in love with Yan at first sight and couldn't help herself.
The Jiang family had too many choices. If Jiang Chun didn't like it, there would be no point in choosing Yan's family, which had no intention of getting started.
Ji Mingshu's uncharacteristically quiet and loving eyes made Jiang Chun a little hairy, she walked slowly to the front desk, and turned her head to peek at Ji Mingshu as she walked.
Ji Mingshu was hesitating whether to meddle in his own business and remind him, when he heard Jiang Chun in front of him shout in disbelief, "Strict!"
ok.
No need for her to remind.
Not far away, Yan Zheng and the 38th-line starlet came out of the elevator like conjoined twins. Both of them were dressed differently from what they saw in the morning.
Ji Mingshu is not an innocent little virgin, seeing the gestures of the two of them, he knew it was probably a fling before going out.
In fact, Jiang Chun's looks are not bad, but her taste is really bad. Any luxury goods stacked on her are like imitations of Taobao 88 free shipping. A lovely little white flower that has just been moistened forms a natural contrast.
Sure enough, without arguing, Yan shielded Xiao Baihua behind him, and pushed Jiang Chun away impatiently.
"Are you finished? Is it interesting to make trouble here? Look at you now, isn't it embarrassing?"
"I'm ashamed?"
Jiang Chun's eyes turned red, and big teardrops rolled down.
After a while of pushing and shoving, her hat was a little crooked, her curly hair and clothes were a little messy, and she was really embarrassed.
The little white flower seemed to have been rehearsed, put on the mask and sunglasses without anyone noticing, and then timidly hid behind Yan and whispered: "Ah... I can't be photographed."
Yan patted her hand, turned around and frowned again, unwilling to look at Jiang Chun again, and his tone was extremely bored, "We will talk about our affairs when we return to China, if you want to be ashamed here, you can continue to make trouble here, don't Pull me up."
Jiang Chun was stunned, as if he still couldn't believe that his former gentle and caring fiancé could treat her like this with his face turned like a book.
Yan Hu walked out with little white flower, but little white flower didn't know if it was intentional or not, and bumped Jiang Chun's shoulder.
Ji Mingshu couldn't stand it anymore, stood not far away, and suddenly chuckled, "It's really interesting, it's not embarrassing for the scumbag and the mistress to be caught on the spot, and it's embarrassing to blame the real fiancee." Her voice was not high, but everyone present can hear.
It was only then that Yan noticed Ji Mingshu, he had a bad complexion, and wanted to tell Ji Mingshu not to meddle in his own business, but thinking of the Cen Ji family, he held back the conversation.
"Don't you think it's embarrassing? Foreign friends can't understand Chinese, do you need me to translate it for you, so that you can lose it completely."
Seeing the Lover's Bridge in Yan's hand, Ji Mingshu laughed again, "All your outfits are given by your real fiancée, so you're quite confident."
Yan: "You!"
Yan Zheng couldn't get off the stage, but the little white flower was sensible, and immediately acted like he mustered up the courage to bear it all, stepped forward and bowed shyly, "Miss Jiang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, let's find a place to discuss it alone huh? Not here…”
She still wanted to go forward to pull Jiang Chun, but Ji Mingshu blocked it, and interrupted coldly, "What are you, get out of the way." His eyes turned back to Yan.
She meant it clearly, apologizing.
Yan was so angry that he couldn't express it, he rubbed his forehead, licked his molars, and finally nodded helplessly: "Okay, it's my fault, it's my embarrassment. I will personally explain this to Uncle Jiang when I return to China. There are still things to deal with, let's take a step first."
Ji Mingshu didn't stop him.
It's all like this and I don't want to coax Jiang Chun first, and it doesn't make much sense to stop him.
She turned her head and walked to Jiang Chun's side.
Before she could speak, Jiang Chun cried and said angrily: "You don't need to pretend to be kind! Are you happy to see my jokes?! Do you think your husband will be any better? It's not a good thing!"
"..."
"I don't need you to worry about whether my husband is a good thing."
Ji Mingshu was most annoyed by this kind of delusional persecution patient, and originally wanted to offer a few words of symbolic comfort, but this is a good thing, so he can save it directly.
She put on her sunglasses indifferently, stepped on her high heels and walked away chicly.
Jiang Chun's words didn't affect Ji Mingshu's mood of trying on the skirt.
Ji Mingshu had already tried the first prototype of this nude pink lace dress earlier, and the tailor behind the upper body made further adjustments according to her figure.
After the customization is completed, she is quite satisfied with the upper body effect.
She asked someone to help take a short video and sent a copy to Gu Kaiyang.
Gu Kaiyang was probably busy, so he didn't see him and didn't reply for a while.
On another whim, she added a small and refreshing filter, and sent a copy to Cen Sen.
Ji Mingshu: [How is it? My new order of skirts.]
When Ji Mingshu sent the message, it was already night in the imperial capital, covered by layers of gray and blue curtains, and the neon lights on the roadside gradually lit up.
Just after the meeting, Cen Sen took the phone from Zhou Jiaheng and glanced at it shallowly.
There are a lot of unread messages, first there are a few consumption reminders from the debit card, and then there are WeChat messages from Ji Mingshu.
On weekdays, he and Ji Mingshu seldom communicated, and if he had to contact him, he would call directly. It was also rare for Ji Mingshu to take the initiative to send him a WeChat message.
He loosened his tie and clicked on the video.
This video is very short, no more than ten seconds. The content is that Ji Mingshu twirled around twice with his skirt, and finally turned back to wink.
He watched it once, replayed it again, and then replayed it a third time.
Zhou Jiaheng followed Cen Sen and found that Cen Sen had been watching a video repeatedly. He was a little curious, but he didn't dare to peek.
Cen Sen didn't stop playing until he returned to the office.
In the chat interface, there was also a question from Ji Mingshu. He didn't know whether it was a sincere compliment or a perfunctory one, so he simply replied: "It looks good."
Seeing that it was rare for Cen Sen not to use his ability of "give him a fulcrum and he can lift the earth", Ji Mingshu was in a good mood, and discussed with him very flatteringly: "Is it a bit of the kind of wave that is said on the Internet?" Small and fresh, with a bit of a bit advanced feeling in the bitch?"
Cen Sen smiled silently, flipped through the bill, and corrected: "I don't think this is a senior."
The dress worth 180,000 euros is called Xiao Gao, she can really say it.
Cen Sen raised his head and asked Zhou Jiaheng, "When did Madam arrive in Paris?"
Zhou Jiaheng paused, "Five o'clock this morning."
Immediately afterwards, he spontaneously reported Ji Mingshu's series of itineraries for the next few days, which probably consisted of some arrangements for watching shows, as well as invitations for high-level lunches, dinners, and afternoon teas.
Cen Sen didn't know if he had listened carefully. After the report was over, he commented flatly, "She's quite busy."
Zhou Jiaheng kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and tactfully did not answer.
On the other side, Ji Mingshu was in a very happy mood.
She was particularly narcissistic and interpreted Cen Sen's phrase "I don't think this is a little senior" as a compliment, and planned to buy Cen Sen a collar clip as encouragement.
But at this moment, the WeChat notification sounded ding ding ding.
Sure enough, the rainbow fart of editor Gu Da will only be late and not absent.
Gu Kaiyang: [WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooDmortals!]
Gu Kaiyang: [Skirts are not haute couture! You are!]
Gu Kaiyang: [Our little canary baby is really fascinating in terms of business beauty and spending money! ! !]
Gu Kaiyang: [How much money does mom have to earn to snatch you from that dog man? !]
There is no gap without comparison.
Ji Mingshu took a screenshot and sent it to Cen Sen, wanting him to experience the correct evaluation method.
When Cen Sen received the picture, his eyes fell on the "dog man" in the last sentence.
That's why she and her girlfriends called him that in private.