"Tomorrow we''re finished. Go straight to the base." Meng Qingge thought for a while and said, "otherwise it''s not too early to finish the meal, and then rush to the past, and waste some time."


    "It doesn''t matter." Ji Wanzhou naturally heard Meng Qingge''s anxious tone, "it''s not so fast to put Xu Feifei in Jiang Siyan''s side. He has to find an opportunity, but now he has such an idea."


    Meng Qingge picked his eyebrows, turned his head, and looked at Ji Wanzhou. "No matter whether they are in a hurry or not, Xu Feifei has to rehearse well in advance and be ready at all times. Once they have the opportunity, they can act directly. After all, opportunities wait for no one."


    Ji Wanzhou didn''t expect Meng Qingge to say this, so her eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her face, "OK, I''ll listen to your arrangement."


    At this time, the old white''s mobile phone rang, a look, is the old flower to call, then connect, "what''s the matter?"


    Lao Hua stares at the micro blog interface on the computer interface, with a serious look, "the boss and the boss''s wife are on hot search, you have a look first."


    Lao Hua thinks about season evening boat, Meng Qingge and Laobai. They don''t know about the hot search of microblog, otherwise, how can there be no movement at all.


    "Hot search?" Laobai''s brow slightly wrung up, and then looked to the season evening boat and Meng Qingge, "good to know, we now look."


    Meng Qingge has already opened his mobile phone and logged in to micro-blog. When looking at the hot search on micro-blog, Xiumei gently picked out and was a little dissatisfied. "What is the ghost?"


    "What''s the matter?" Ji Wanzhou asked in a voice, listening to Meng Qingge''s tone of voice, seems to be unhappy? "Read it and I''ll hear it."


    Meng Qingge''s eyes moved away from the mobile phone screen, and then fell on the face of Ji Wanzhou. She turned her eyes in displeasure and complained, "I don''t blame you!"


    "Yes?" Ji Wanzhou eyebrow tail Yang Yang, he does not know what happened, how to blame him? "Blame me for what?"


    "Listen!" Meng Qingge held up his mobile phone in his left hand, and his right hand held out his index finger, pointing to the eye-catching title in the hot search article, and read it word by word, "Ji Da Shao visits, and kisses his wife Meng Qingge in the car!"


    After hearing this, Ji Wanzhou couldn''t help laughing, "ha!"


    It was this smile that caused Meng Qingge''s strong dissatisfaction, "and smile! Is the entertainment industry too calm recently? Can we use such things as visiting classes to make hot microblog headlines? The majority of netizens have nothing to hold on to! "


    Hearing the anger and dissatisfaction between Meng Qingge''s words, Ji Wanzhou restrained the smile on his face, "it''s really full."


    "And now the entertainment journalists!" Meng Qingge''s tone is even more discontented, with his finger to draw down the page, pointing to the matching picture in the hot search article, "this picture, can you call it a kiss? Do they have any misconceptions about kissing? I am a dragonfly! It''s a piece of nonsense


    At this time, Lao Hua''s voice came out from the mobile phone, "does that pressure this hot search?"


    Not waiting for season evening boat to make a sound, Meng Qingge immediately replied, "pressure pressure! What a hot search for headlines, it''s really baffling


    Ji Wanzhou thinks that Meng Qingge should still be looking at his mobile phone now, so he won''t notice him, so he turns his head, "looks" at Lao Bai, and then gently shakes his head.


    Lao Bai immediately understood the meaning of Ji Wanzhou, and then hung up Lao Hua''s phone and sent a short message with three words: no pressure, push.


    After receiving the text message, Lao Hua picks her eyebrows gently. When the boss and the boss''s wife disagree, she naturally wants to listen to the boss.


    So his hands are flying in the computer keyboard upstream, writing code.


    Jiangjia villa.


    Jiang Siyan looked at the hot microblog search headlines and slid to the photo, and his eyes fell on it.


    Meng Qingge stood outside the car, but put his head into the window, kissing Ji Wanzhou.


    Although the photos are not very clear, but the happiness and sweetness reflected in the photos can be said to be out of bounds.