Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

"After searching for so long, there is no news at all, which is enough to show how careful the man was at that time." Zong Shan said, the action in the hand also did not stop.

Xi Ying's daily training is very heavy, massage her feet is a good relaxation.

In order to give her a better massage experience, Zongshan went to a famous masseuse to learn.

After three months of time, Zongshan's massage technology has been very skilled, and masseuse comparable.

Of course, only Xi Ying can experience this kind of craft.

"Then I will find her out more." Xi Ying, editor of Weibo, said without looking up: "after I send microblog, you can give me a compliment."

"Like it?" Zongshan's eyes lit up when he heard it!

"Yes, you really think we're going to fight underground all our lives? Slowly let the media guess first, and then announce it when they have a good guess. In this way, the public's acceptance will be faster. "

"So you're not afraid it will affect your career? Didn't you say you're going to get back on the catwalk on your own Zongshan was worried.

"I've come back. Although it's just a small company's show, I believe that many people will watch my show in private when models like me come back to the catwalk. Do you remember what I said in the live broadcast when I was blocked by reporters downstairs three months ago? There must be a lot of people who remember what I said. In addition, I am going to publish it on Weibo soon. Although the scale of this show is small, it will certainly attract a lot of attention.

In this way, who can guarantee that the public relations department of those big shows won't see me? The top won't notice me? Once they notice me, they will find that I have changed.

I think, as long as it is a visionary leadership, it will not leave me such a good model

With that, Xi Ying's Micro blog has also been edited. She clicks the send button, and then she looks up.

"So just giving me a" like you "won't have a hurricane like effect on me

"Well, it's up to you."

"Ah? Listen to me? Would you like me to have all the real estate in your hands transferred to my name? " Xi Ying said jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Zongshan said very seriously, "yes. Xi Ying and money are all external things. I don't want them. I can give them to you. I just want you. "

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Money is outside the body. Yes, because you can earn again without money. As long as you have your brain, it is equivalent to having a renewable wealth. "

Xi Ying climbed over Chaozong mountain and sat on his legs with his arms around his neck.

This is the first time in three months that Xi Ying has been so enthusiastic about him.

Zong Shan didn't know where his hand was going.

"That's why I don't want your money. Those things are yours and mine. What I want most is you. You are my greatest wealth. "

Xi Ying leaned against Zongshan's ear and said such a sentence in a low voice.

Soft voice with a hot breath, together overflowing in the ears of Zongshan.

Zongshan felt that his ears would melt.

He couldn't help but lift up the corner of his mouth with a smile.

Xi Ying's fingers were on his lips, his eyes were opposite, and the ambiguous atmosphere spread in the room.