First Lady

Mi Sha gave Chu Qiao a disdainful look, stared at the TV and read out the following line of words: "The Zhanfeng and Qin families are close friends, and the golden boy and the jade girl will finally get married."

After reading, Mi Sha frowned and thought for a while and asked, "Zhanjia? Which Zhanjia?"

Chu Qiao munched on the potato chips without looking at Misha, and pointed to the tall and handsome man on TV.

"Which other exhibition rack can there be, it is the exhibitor who is called the myth of the political circle in the north, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands with rain."

Misha hastily turned her head to watch TV, but unfortunately, the scene flashed by just now, and Misha only saw the man once. [

But just from this one glance, Misha can guarantee that she must have seen him before, but... when and where, she couldn't remember for a while.

"Isn't that exhibitor always keeping a low profile and rarely showing up in front of the media? Why is he making such a big fuss?"

Chu Qiao rolled Misha's eyes, despising that she didn't even know this. .

"Why else? Marriage. The second young master of the Zhan family and the daughter of the Feng family are going to get married in a few days. The media said that this is a perfect marriage between politics and business."

Mi Sha sneered back: "No matter how perfect a combination has anything to do with you, the eldest lady of the Feng family won't like you."

"Huh...she likes me, and I won't fall in love with that kind of young lady, who is like a robot, with a standard smile, a standard walk, and a well-trained face and talking frequency..."

If he was really allowed to marry such a woman, he would rather be single for the rest of his life. What he wanted to marry was a flesh and blood person, not a machine.

Misha glanced thoughtfully, then turned to watch the TV again.

The screen has been replaced with another piece of news, a new star who has been selected through the draft, looks very pure, and speaks so sweetly that it makes people get goosebumps.

Misha's mind was a little confused, she hurriedly ate the noodles, then got up and went back to her room to take a shower and sleep.

Coming out of the bathroom, she tossed and turned in bed for a long time before falling asleep.

The small alarm clock by the bed was ticking, slowly moving from nine o'clock to two o'clock in the morning.

The room at midnight was very quiet, and the faint moonlight came in from the window, carrying a mysterious atmosphere.

Misha, who had been sleeping soundly all this time, suddenly sat up like sleepwalking...

He kept muttering: I see, the second young master of the Zhan family, the second young master of the Zhan family... that's him, that's right, it's him...