Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

In the back room.

A broad figure walked out.

I put on a solid-color sweater while walking.

"Yo."

"Who is this on TV?"

"Why is it so beautiful?"

Hear sounds.

Qian Qiao put away her silly smile, turned around and glanced at Qian Cheng who was standing behind her.

Stop it.

"dad."

"Are you going out socializing again?"

Hear the words.

Qian Cheng patted the wrinkles on his sleeves and explained with a smile:

"Professor Yang from Peking Opera invited me for tea."

"You know it too."

"These contacts are necessary in our line of work."

"otherwise…"

Before he could finish his words.

Qian Qiao rolled her eyes.

"Otherwise, we won't be able to recruit artists with potential, right?"

Hear this.

Qian Cheng could only smile awkwardly.

Fortunately, the daughter in front of her had no intention of pursuing the matter further.

In this regard.

Qian Cheng glanced at the TV screen in front of him.

Then take your wallet straight out of your pocket.

Turned out a stack of old people's heads.

"You are going to Ningzhou in two days, right?"

"Dad will give you first..."

As a result, the words were not finished yet.

A hand reached into Qian Cheng's wallet.

He twisted out one of the black bank cards.

"Just do what you need to do."

"You're not needed here anymore."

……

moment.

Watching my father leaving.

Qian Qiao sighed softly.

At this time.

A picture appeared on the TV.

On a long and narrow T-stage.

There stood a woman wearing a tight skirt, showing off her graceful figure to the fullest.

Just one glance.

Qian Qiao recognized the owner of the back figure.

I couldn't help but sit up straight, staring at the figure on the screen with shining eyes.

He was still murmuring:

"This leg..."

"This waist..."

"This line..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Damn it! 'Jiang Jiang' why are you so beautiful!"

Qian Qiao became more and more crazy as he spoke.

Finally he stood up.

He looked down at the bank card in his hand.

I made a decision in an instant that went against my wallet.

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the other side.

After Miss Jiang finished watching the show, she slipped into the bathroom to wash up.

Take off your clothes.

Stand in the shower.

Adjust the water.

Feel the warmth of the hot water flowing over your body.

But my mind was still thinking about the ending promotion that had just appeared on TV.

If I guess correctly.

The Du sisters still want to start with temptation marketing.

Although this method is a bit low-level.

But it has to be said.

This marketing strategy is the most direct and effective.

It saves investment and maximizes the impact.

There's just an indescribable awkwardness.

I always feel like I'm flirting.

Hey.

Forget it.

I'll just work behind the scenes in the future.

This kind of publicity...

But then again.

Why is my body so smooth?

There is no hair anywhere below the neck.

in those days.

When I was a young man...

"Ning Ning!"

"What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"Why do you take so long to take a shower?"

"Bring it to me quickly!"

.........

ten minutes later.

Miss Jiang wrapped herself in a bath towel, humming an unknown tune, and returned to the room leisurely.

The first thing to do is to lock the door behind you.

Then walk to the computer.

Turn on.

networking.

Open your mailbox.

There was a piece of mail inside.

Click to take a look.

It belongs to Du Xinrui.

It was about her recent situation and the sales of that song.

They are all good.

In fact, since the last time she started sending emails, this mature woman has given up writing letters.

I used email instead.

Good.

Not only is it fast, it’s also very convenient.

The only downside is that you can’t say anything explicit in your email.

Well known.

Because people from a certain country have a special habit of eavesdropping.

Things like email and overseas phone calls that allow for cross-ocean communication.

It's really no different than an open letter.

Miss Jiang doesn't want her love words to be circulated on the Internet as a joke one day in the future.

So she put some words together.

The responses were also targeted.

Then at the end, a short piece of music was marked.

It’s still a Grammy song from my previous life.

Anyway, there is the closing song of the previous song.

This next song should sell well, and Miss Jiang feels confident.

……

Subsequently.

Waiting for the email to be sent out.

Miss Jiang opened the game, took a hoe, went to the mine and started working as a miner.

Once, twice, three times.

Although what they dug were basically worthless copper ores.

But Jiang still enjoys it.