Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 850 The One Behind Her Is My Target

Alas, what about the three views of people nowadays?

No wonder Hua Bingqing failed, no matter how good her voice was, she couldn't compare to other people's breasts.

Wen Ti'er gossiped a few words casually, found a place to sit down, it was just a high stool, and all the comfortable soft sofas were taken by big guys.

Bu Gently stood behind her with a big bag and a small bag, and thoughtfully took out a water glass for her. From time to time, he would glance at the senior lounge, his face full of envy and hatred.

"Miss, it would be great if you could sit in that kind of lounge sometime, and then you'll play your cards right and trample on a woman like Ye Qiuyi."

"Not interested." Wen Ti'er said casually, took the water glass, and took a sip of water.

VIP lounge.

Ye Qiuyi sat on the soft sofa with her sexy legs crossed naturally, with two fingers on her left hand pinching the handle of a high-end water glass, and the remaining three fingers raised proudly, her eyes under the sunglasses were as arrogant as her fingers.

Manager Yu Hong came over, "The one who blocked the way at the door just now is Wen Ti'er who forced your junior sister out of the music scene, do you need to help me take care of it?"

"Wen Ti'er?" Ye Qiuyi frowned slightly, she had a little impression of this name.

The daughter Huo Jun recognized halfway through, I don't know if it's true or not. In the past six months, she has occupied Weibo's hot search list from time to time. She even committed suicide in a live broadcast, attracting 4 million views and setting a new Guinness record.

Huo Jun's daughter...

Ye Qiuyi's focus returned to this point. Since entering the entertainment circle, the man she most wanted was not Qiao Chengxun, but Huo Jun.

Qiao Chengxun was too cold, she didn't like it, and Huo Juncai was 41 years old, his appearance was no different from that of a 30-year-old man, handsome and rich, with excellent temperament, he was simply the perfect male god in her mind.

If she shows favor to Wen Ti'er, can she take the opportunity to get close to Huo Jun?

Thinking of this, Ye Qiuyi put down the water glass, raised her head and said, "Go and tell her, if she wants to win this match, I can give it to her, and we will have a cup of coffee together someday."

Yu Hong was a little confused, so she asked, "Do you want to make friends with her?"

There was a hint of greed in Ye Qiuyi's eyes hidden under the sunglasses, and she sneered, "Is this kind of little bitch worthy of my favor? Hehe...the one behind her is my target."

Yu Hong understood, turned and left.

Seeing Yu Hong walking this way, Wen Ti'er had an idea, did she want to provoke her?
Although Wen Ti'er did not suffer from fantasies about being murdered, she has developed a good habit of using her mobile phone to record due to her long-term oppression in Wen's house.

Before Yu Hong arrived, Wen Tier turned on the recording function of the phone first.

Yu Hong came in front of Wen Ti'er, kept a good distance of two steps, first glanced at Long Jie politely, and then ignored Bu Qingnian.

His eyes finally fixed on the girl's Xiaoyuan face, and he said politely: "Miss Wen, Ye Qiuyi asked me to say hello to you, if you want to win this competition, she can let it to you, if you are free, you may as well Let's have a cup of coffee together."

I'm going, what's the situation?
Wen Ti'er thought that the visitor was not kind, but she didn't expect that the other person showed kindness to her.

Hehehe, she doesn't bother to be with this kind of people at all, okay?
Wen Ti'er laughed and said, "No need, I know how much strength I have. Go back and tell Ye Qiuyi that I only like to drink freshly squeezed juice, not brewed coffee."

Damn newcomer, I really don't know what's good and what's wrong!
Yu Hong's face was a little uneasy, but because of the occasion, it didn't happen, she still had a polite expression on her face, "Excuse me."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

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(End of this chapter)