"Look at Yi Shaoqian’s appearance to put on airs. His mother must be beautiful, too." Yan Xi’s bright eyes sparkled with curiosity.
"Yi Shaoqian’s mother is Li Lanqiu’s most popular female anchor in S city TV station thirty years ago." Deep black eyes floated across the face of a young woman.
To say that Li Lanqiu married Yi Jia with a mafia background is a modern vb drama.
It’s a common problem for men to like the new and hate the old, but it doesn’t mean that every man must be philandering, but the inheritance of genes is amazing. yboy, an Yi Shaoqian has such an old yboy father.
Go back 30 years, and it’s still an all-powerful generation.
Yan’s family has not declined, nor has it been completely bleached from the underworld. A flower on campus broadcasting has long been talked about by the people of the city after the program she hosted was broadcast by Li Lanqiu, a TV station in S city.
She is young, she is beautiful, her voice is clear and her style is generous.
Yi Kuang chose Li Lanqiu after watching the first program occasionally. At first, she thought this beautiful female anchor was her favorite type, but unconsciously she really played with herself.
Yi Kuang was obsessed with Li Lanqiu and had a crazy pursuit, but the private lives of high-end public figures in those days were relatively protected.
Yi Jia’s name was not so good at that time. After all, anyone and anything will change their taste once they are involved with the underworld forces. In Li Lanqiu’s view, Yi Kuang-fen is a bandit, but this bandit is richer than ordinary bandits. Many people want her to open the positive image of news anchor and find an object deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No matter how hard she is, she can’t find a bandit head.
Li Lanqiu refused to pursue Yi Kuang unmoved. In the end, the bandit was the first one who was impatient and tied her up and robbed her.
Women can’t be pampered and tamed.
Even though Yi Kuang likes Li Lanqiu so much that she can pick the sky and the moon, the masculinity that Yi Jia has developed from generation to generation cannot be changed.
No matter how hard it is to make a woman become her own woman, it is not difficult to make it.
In this way, Li Lanqiu left the TV station, which is why Yi Shaoqian is now.
"That’s her, this person. I know that she quit the anchor industry at the hottest time and went home to teach her husband."
If Li Lanqiu hadn’t been watched by Yi Kuang, it is estimated that she would have infiltrated CCTV at this age and got steady.
"Xiangfujiao" patted Yan Xitou and Zhou Zichen funnily showed her the truth of the red fruit. "That’s all an official excuse."
"Although Yi Shaoqian is a fool, their family rules are quite conservative. One of them is that women are not allowed to show their faces and have their own careers."
"Yi" lightly chastising snorted. Although there are few rich wives who can work in the flow society, Yanxi, which is written like Yi Jia, still has a little bit of unbearable.
"But little darling, don’t worry that our Zhou family is still very" added Zhou Zichen kindly, seeing each other with a face that can’t afford to be hurt.
"Really?" If you don’t believe me, I flipped through her eyes. She saw that the life of Empress Jiang was not only taught by husbands, but also taught by husbands.
"Saying that you are going to graduate, have you considered the issue of work?" I asked a selfish question.
"I want to work, after all, I can’t be idle at home." Even if the Zhou family is not short of money to give her flowers, it can’t be white after reading for so many years
"I just need a president to be secret."
"Other girls hate playing with nepotism." The little face is full of thanks. Yan Xi shook his head like a rattle and quickly interrupted a man’s words.
"Go on, you and Yi Shaoqian. Are you really bad because of your mother?"
"I don’t like the feeling of being put together when I was young, and I believe that he is the same." My life is not to talk to good people, although it is really impossible to stop my mouth from growing in other people’s faces.
Deep black eyes are not dark. Sometimes Zhou Zichen thinks that Empress Jiang is very clever, and sometimes she feels like a child.
"But it depends on when you should make friends." In the middle of the sentence, it suddenly stopped, like a fishbone stuck in your throat. You can’t spit it out or swallow it.
"What should I say? Say it quickly." Yan Xi, whose big eyes show a beautiful crescent, is getting more and more interesting.
It turns out that I am also very chatty.
"Do you really want to know so much?" Zhou Zichen’s tone implied a hesitation, fearing that it would have adverse effects.
Come on, shake a man’s arm with a little hand covered with safflower oil.
Looking at myself, I just changed my pajamas and sighed. "Probably when I was in junior high school, Yi Shaoqian liked a girl and was the beauty queen of the school."
"Then the beauty queen likes you" robbed each other and Bai Yanxi muttered a good dog blood story in his heart.
"I don’t like her" emphasizes blurting out that "the company commander can’t remember anything" and staring at the little woman’s face with black eyes at night, Zhou Zichen’s explanation is very shameful.
"I didn’t ask you about that."
Chun Qin Ming men hun chong mo si
After a long wait in the small clinic, it was already late at night when Yi Shaoqian and Zou Wei returned to his home outside.
"Ouch, my nose is almost squashed." You can’t expect a single man’s room to be neat. Although Zou Wei invited aunt cleaning, it was only two or three times a week.
"Shaoqian, you go to the sofa first and I’ll tidy up the bedroom." Yi Shaoqian will take Zou Wei to the living room and look at the dirty clothes in the bottle and feel quite embarrassed.
If I knew Shao Qian would come to stay tonight,
He called his aunt just now to clean up.
"Wei, your fucking clothes are clean and tidy. You can’t scare off a woman in this house." Yi Shaoqian’s petty bourgeoisie sentiment has been integrated into the details of life.