I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 695 Sorry, I love you!
Qin Ye had already passed the security checkpoint, and when he turned around, he could still see Jiang Yuexi waving at her on tiptoe.

The girl had a joyful expression on her face, as if the two were really good girlfriends who had known each other for many years.

Now, one of the parties is going to a distant place, and the other party seems to be happy and reluctant to say goodbye.

Seeing Qin Ye looking back at her, Jiang Yuexi seemed extremely happy.

Jumping up and down, waving more vigorously, like a lively and playful little girl.

The face of a goddess, the heart of a little girl, that's right!
Touched and funny, Qin Ye's mood at the moment...

Well, very complicated.

After waving at her and making a phone call, Qin Ye turned around and strode away.

Until he got on the plane, Qin Ye felt that the half-hour experience just now was really amazing!
However, Jiang Yuexi's frankness and cuteness really left a deep impression on her.

To have such a good girlfriend, this trip to the imperial capital is not completely fruitless.

Just thinking about it, the phone ding-dong rang.

A WeChat message from "Kawaii".

Kawaii: Are you on the plane?Remember to miss me oh, what!red lips.jpg
Uh, what's the matter with the inexplicable feeling of having a girlfriend?

Qin Ye: Good!hug.jpg
The next moment, Qin Ye's cell phone rang.

Seemingly very excited to receive Qin Ye's response, Jiang Yuexi sent several emoticons.

The little penguin spins and jumps!

Duckling pickup wink wink.

Peach cat embraces with love.

……

In short, it can be seen that she is very happy at the moment.

There was a feeling of having a soft and cute girlfriend. After a brief moment of happiness, Qin Ye felt a sense of guilt in his heart.

Thinking of Jun Moting saying that she can be both male and female, Qin Ye closed the kawaii dialog with some guilt.

Seeing Jun Mo Ting on the top, Qin Ye's expression instantly became sad.

Before coming to the imperial capital, she wanted to get along with him day and night, and then he would accompany her back to Yun'an City for the final exam, and she would go back to the imperial capital with him for the new year.

But overnight, it became her leaving the imperial capital alone.

What will he look like when he returns to the capital and finds that she is gone, and she promised Mr. Jun not to see him or to contact him?
Listening to the radio reminding passengers to turn off their mobile phones and electronic products, Qin Ye didn't dare to think any further, opened the dialog box, and sent a few words to Jun Moting.

Not daring to calculate whether he had arrived, let alone see what his reply would be, Qin Ye decisively shut down the phone and put it back in his bag, then closed his eyes following the turbulence of the plane.

At Munich Airport, Jun Moting's plane just landed.

Turning on the phone, ding ding dong dong news came pouring in.

With a light swipe of his finger, Jun Moting took the lead in opening Qin Ye's latest WeChat.

With just one glance, an unbelievable astonishment gathered in his eyes.

Ah Ye: Brother, I'm sorry, this time I'm the one to leave first!Sorry, I Love You!

There was no beginning or end, but Jun Moting heard the meaning of danger.

Combined with this business trip that he didn't know beforehand, Jun Moting knew what happened almost immediately.

He hurriedly dialed the phone, and the phone showed that Qin Ye had turned off his phone.

Jun Moting turned to call Leng Jun.

"Brother, I really can't blame my sister-in-law. It's really because your old man is too tricky. If my sister-in-law doesn't agree to him, she probably won't even be able to get out of the Jun's old house. Brother, please don't blame my sister-in-law for being a deserter. "

As soon as the call was connected, Jun Mo Ting said a lot without asking anything.

The conjecture in his heart was confirmed, and Jun Moting knew that all of this was arranged by his grandfather.

Tune the tiger away from the mountain, however, defeat them one by one.

A pair of eyes were pitch-black to the bottom, as if a tornado had accumulated in the center of the vortex. As soon as Jun Moting pressed the word "Old House" with his hand, a reminder from the secretary sounded beside his ear, "Young Master, Mr. Smith I'm here to pick you up..."

Looking through the window, on the ground outside the cabin, Smith with short blond hair was waving at him.

Replying with a polite smile, Jun Moting put away the phone.

(End of this chapter)