Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

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【why? I think she cares a lot. ] Gong Zhi couldn't help asking inwardly.

The system that has been converted into the Shuangwen route of the major female protagonist’s career: [Host, my love module has been uninstalled. 】

Gong Zhi: [...]

Forget it, this useless system is really useless.

Huang Wentao waited for a long time at the airport. He was very impatient. The palace family was bigger than his, and his family had to rely on people to eat. He remembered the old man’s call on the phone: “Someone recently robbed us of the production line left by Weng’s family. I don’t care what you do, but Gong Zhi’s experience has been captured by me anyway. You mess, you Lao Tzu I slapped you to death, so I just knelt in front of the palace director and said that you will never commit a crime again, so that you have such an opportunity. Don't waste it."

"Tsk, you're just my son, who won't you help me?" Huang Wentao put down the phone, kicked the box next to him, pulled up the giggling tender model and kissed him, squeezing the other's ass. Some reluctant to leave.

"You go back to my house and wait for me. When I'm done, you will go back."

The tender model touched Huang Wentao's chest, gave him a fascinating wink, and then turned to leave. Huang Wentao touched his lips and sighed again. Standing on the spot, he really looked like an ordinary, polite and successful man.

It was just that he waited for more than an hour before the late Gongzhi came.

Huang Wentao straightened his tie, walked to Gong Zhi, and smiled: "We meet again, Miss Gong. Thank you for coming to pick me up."

Gong Zhi nodded, curled his lips, and said nothing: "Let's go."

A bit of hostility flashed in Huang Wentao's eyes, but a person stood in front of him, blocking his look at Gong Zhi. Huang Wentao was a little surprised when he saw the familiar face: "It's you."

Gong Zhi turned his head to look at Huang Wentao: "Do you know each other?"

"...When we ate before, we had a relationship." Huang Wentao said, he paused, and his eyes changed a little when he looked at Gong Zhi, "Is this a good friend of the rumored Miss Zhong Gong?"

That is to say, in the rumors, the childish girlfriend of the young master of the palace family.

The old man said that he was absurd, and his sons and daughters were about the same. One had a fiancé, and what kind of stand-in, he said that he seemed very affectionate. And the other one, as a woman, would allow her best friend to get along with her brother, fearing that it wasn't because she had any thoughts about the family business of the palace family.

They are all raccoon dogs, pretending to be pure.

Huang Wentao curled his lips, put a smile on his face, and said, "The relationship between the two is really good."

"Don't worry, you care." Gong Zhi glanced at Huang Wentao, then turned and left.

"Hey, Miss Gong." Huang Wentao thought of the news he had heard when he went abroad, and hurriedly took a few steps forward and laughed, "This time I went abroad, I saw that Miss Song."

As he said, he looked at Shen Ying with a critical look: "We also talked a few words. That Miss Song misses the old people in China very much."

Gong Zhi stopped all of a sudden. Recently, she heard Song Zhi's name a little bit more often, which always gave her the posture of rain and wind. She looked at Shen Ying, Shen Ying blinked, and then smiled at her: "I'm fine."