Chapter seventy-one, the mess

Xiao jingshen answered, "well, I will pay attention to it, what other findings? "

Shi Ye hesitated for a while finally opened mouth, "Qiao Home Miss Joan of England, Queen of Sicily like you, I think if you want to investigate the matter, from her here, will be a very good way. "

Xiao Jingshen said he knew, but did not promise, "this problem you do not care, continue to check what I told you to do. "

He wasn't stupid enough to have guessed the look in Joan of England, Queen of Sicily's eyes when she pulled him out of her mouth that day.

But he didn't want to.

After making the call, Xiao Jingshen happened to pass by the corridor and saw the hotel waiter with a lot of wine in the direction of his and Thyolo's room,

there were only two of them,

xiao Jing deep facial expression a sink, quickly followed up, really is the wine that Thyolo calls.

Thyolo lay half on the SOFA, empty bottles of wine rolling on the floor, and had drunk too much.

She drunkenly instructs the waiter, "Hurry up, pour me the wine, work so Inky, careful I complain you. "

She thought that Xiao Jingshen was also a waiter, but was standing there motionless, so some angry.

Xiao Jing, holding her breath, ignored her.

After the waiter left, he directly took the wine all poured into the bathtub, and then turned on the tap and flushed away, the whole action in one breath, the breath can be frozen three feet.

Qiao Luo Leng of saw him for a long while just react to come over, the brain also soberly a few minutes, angry hurtle a way, "Xiao Jingshen, who allows you to do so? "

These two days because Xiao Jingshen took it upon herself to do something, she felt that she was about to get angry.

"disappointed to get drunk? Thyolo, you are really embarrassed. "

Thyolo's eyelids fluttered, and he could see her now, and he didn't have to hide it.

"So what? You're GONNA stop me from drinking? Who Do you think you are? "

She went to the head of the bed and was about to call the bartender again.

Xiao Jingshen suddenly narrowed his eyes and strode over to him. He tore off the phone line without mercy. "Thyolo, don't be mean to yourself. "

Because it's not worth it. She deserves better.

After all, this sentence Xiao Jingshen did not say.

Stung, Thyolo couldn't resist. He picked up the phone and slammed it into him. "GET OUT OF HERE! I don't care. "

Xiao Jing deep breath, pull her to go.

"What the hell are you doing? " Thyolo stumbles after her, uncomfortably.

Xiao Jingshen asked, "what do you look like now? Where is your pride? Where is your modesty? Just because of a Muqi Hao? "

In front of the Mirror, Cholo was dishevelled, his cheeks flushed from too much wine, and he looked dispirited.

Thyolo watched, transfixed.

And the former she is completely different look, clearly yesterday she also swore that he would not.

She felt her eyes burning.

Xiao Jingshen said again, "have you thought it through? "

Thyolo pushed him away with a cold face. "Then I don't need your help. "

Xiao Jingshen was about to laugh. "Good, then I'll make you sober up again. "

With that, he took her into the bathroom, and then turned off the shower,

thyolo remembers the last time she had a fever after being showered with Spring Medicine.

She wants to break free, "Xiao Jingshen, you let go, if you really dare to do so, I immediately let my father fire you, let you have no way to go. "

The next, warm water on her face, the water is very small, warm feeling like touching her face.

Thyolo stopped struggling, shut his eyes, and was overcome with a sudden sense of grievance.

Xiao Jingshen took the shower gently washing, while gently smoothing her hair, through the sound of dripping water, as if to say what.

"Don't be so stupid. It's not worth it. "

The voice was soft, but Thyolo couldn't quite hear it, so he thought he was imagining it.

After a hot bath, Thyolo felt both better and more alert.

Xiao Jingshen withdrew out of the room at an unknown moment. She was the only one in the room, quietly,

looking at the ceiling, Thyolo's eyes hardened. One by one, she was treated this way, and she couldn't lose.

Tomorrow is the fashion week runway show, and she's GonNa kill it.

The next morning, he took Thyolo to the dress shop to pick out clothes and make up.

There are good looking people, there are temperamental people, and there aren't many people as beautiful and temperamental as Thyolo.

The staff in the dress shop spoke highly of her the whole time, recommending many kinds of dress, saying they all fit her very well.

Thyolo chose a sky blue, knee length gown that matched her skin tone and accentuated both her waist and neckline, while still remaining demure.

When she came out of the fitting room in her dress, she blew everyone away.

Thyolo took one look at Xiao Jingshen subconsciously, and smiled with his crooked lips, a glance that would enchant all sentient beings

Xiao Jingshen with both hands, grip and release, for a while to calm the heartbeat, slowly way, "very good-looking. "

Even without makeup, it's beautiful.

"That's a good look. Is that your face? That's the wrong question. "

Cholo snorted coldly, not looking at him. "this one, then. "

"That's right, " Thyolo reminded her as she put on her makeup. "You get Muqi Hao over here. "

It's race day, and with all the media at fashion week, it's a great opportunity.

Although yesterday is quarreled, but still have to do, she can not let Su Han that woman all the benefits to occupy.

Although the Mu Qi Hao in the mind still has some awkwardness, but also complied with the words to do, soon rushed over.

Thyolo was holding onto his arm and smiling sweetly. In front of them, he was holding the camera.

"Miss Joe, Mr. Moon, can I ask you a few questions? "

"I'm sorry, but we have fashion week to get to, so maybe next time. " Thyolo declined sharply.

What she wants is for people to know they're in love. There's no need for an interview.

Follow in the back of the Xiao Jingshen cold face the whole process, watching the two of them together to leave the back, eyes of the spirit of a little bit of sink down, until the bottomless abyss.