Song Ci boycotted Lin Wanjin''s hand. She realized for the first time that she was so valuable? Should we celebrate with fireworks?


    "100 million! Ji Ye gives a hundred million! " The host struggled to find his own high notes.


    There was a dead silence.


    Song Ci glanced at Ji Qianjun, and sure enough, as she calculated, the man finally gave her a hand, just because of this first love face? It seems that Ji Ye is not so cynical in the circle, at least These days, it''s rare that people are willing to pay for their first love, let alone spend 100 million yuan.


    Ji Qianjun tilts his head to look at Song Ci, and points to her.


    Song Ci was stunned for a moment, clenched his fist slowly, and finally came to Ji Yijun.


    Lin Wanjin saw that Song Ci was about to leave. He subconsciously held the hand of Song Ci, but he was reluctant to part with it.


    Song Ci earned earned, in front of Lin Wanjin''s sad expression, a gentle smile: "master, let me go."


    Ji Qianjun coldly glanced at Lin Wanjin, didn''t you hear his price? How could anyone be so illiterate?


    Lin Wanjin was shivered by Ji Qianjun and let go subconsciously.


    Song Ci broke Lin Wanjin''s hand, stood up and went to Ji Qianjun''s bowl - no one would make him higher anyway.


    What''s more, in this circle, no one ever dares to compete with Ji Shao.


    Ji Qianjun saw Song Ci coming, patted his thigh lazily, and motioned Song Ci to sit down.


    Sit down? On the legs?


    Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Qiao Huarong secretly. Qiao Huarong was already with Ji Ye. Now she is sitting there, won''t she feel embarrassed?


    She felt that she would be killed by Qiao Huarong with her mind.


    But it''s said that we should listen to the king.


    She came to Ji Qianjun with a purpose.


    In order to be free, she will spare no effort to do anything,


    Song Ci gracefully sits on Ji Qianjun''s lap and says hello in shame. Her eyes are full of bright light: "Hello, I My name is Song Ci. "


    "Well, I know. You have a younger brother named Tang Shi." Ji Qianjun hooked the corner of his lips and held the woman''s chin.


    Song Ci is a bit embarrassed and stiff. Although she is psychologically prepared, but Sure enough, the preparation in my heart is used to deceive myself.


    "Ji ye, may I call you Ji ye?"


    "Well."


    Between men and women, rigid interaction.


    Equivalent to her shyness, Ji Qianjun seems very easy.


    Suddenly, I fell into silence.


    As soon as Song Ci sat down, he noticed that the strong sense of oppression and murderous spirit came from Qiao Huarong.


    Ah, that woman really wanted to kill her.


    She suddenly some at a loss, more obedient hands and feet to sit well, like a prim pupil.


    Ji Qianjun can''t help laughing. Such a good boy is rare in his world.


    He lives in a bloodbath.


    After all, he pitied Song Ci''s appearance and looked at Qiao Huarong with a resentful face: "what''s the matter?"


    "Nothing." Qiao Huarong said haughtily and twisted to the stool on the other side, not looking at Ji Qianjun.


    Ji Qianjun pick eyebrow, for Qiao Huarong mood.


    He didn''t care much and turned his eyes to Song Ci.


    At this moment, Song Ci is sitting in a tight seat, with her head bowed in shame, and her slender white fingers wringing her skirt innocently.


    "Look up." Men''s voices are full of orders.


    Song Ci looks up timidly and bumps into men''s eyes full of interest.