Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, after the fastest update of the book, I married the protagonist and his uncle's latest chapter!Ji Xing looked at her with a smile, and then turned to the door to take things, the toiletries he bought, as well as the special dishes and meat and other ingredients he bought before the supermarket closed.

Song Yiyan was a glutton who was aroused by the fragrance, and walked towards the kitchen in a daze.

Just as Ji Xing took out the sweet and sour pork ribs, he saw a white tender hand and stretched it out quickly, like a thief grabbing a spare rib and sending it to his mouth.

He quickly clasped her wrist with eyesight, and the ribs fell to the ground in the next moment, and then a pair of angry eyes met the woman.

Song Yiyan was completely awake, and saw the ribs falling on the ground, heartbroken: "You pay me the ribs!"

When Ji Xing saw the Meng Mengda little woman disappearing, she turned into a female liar in an instant, and didn't want to quarrel with her, so he sneered, "I bought the ribs."

After speaking, walk out with the ribs.

Song Yiyan thought of something like: "The money I gave you!"

Ji Xing: "You gave me six and five cents. The ribs are now 30 yuan a catty. You think you can buy a few ribs."

Song Yiyan faintly glanced at the large plate full of spare ribs in his hand. On the glazed table, there were scrambled eggs with chili, vinegar potato shreds, yam fungus, tomato egg soup, a proper four dishes and one soup. Standard for dinner.

Uh, if you calculate according to the price, you can only buy one-third of a cup of milk tea for six and fifty cents, and you can never buy so many things.

When Ji Xing came in, he brought a pair of slippers over and threw them directly in front of her. He glanced at her: "Duan Cai."

Song Yiyan looked at the dog man with a cold face and put on her shoes.

She obviously cares about her, and she has to be cold with a dead face, as if she owes him, he is used to it!

When she brought out the food, she trot to take her bag, took out a bank card from it, and stuffed it into his hand, she said domineeringly: "There is 50,000 yuan in this, you first Take the flowers, the password is my birthday, so I don’t need it anymore."

Ji Xing's eyes condensed suddenly, he was...was she kept?

The bank card Song Yiyan gave was requested by the driver's eldest brother. All her own cards were frozen by the Song family bastards, and the ID card was not available.

**

Tianyu Entertainment is the entertainment company of Jin Yunzhe.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Jin Yunzhe rushed over just after filming.

Agent Wang Qian brought a bunch of scripts and put them on the table: "These are all just delivered, the company lets you choose first."

With a crisp bang, the vase suddenly fell down and broke on the table behind without warning.

Wang Qian glanced back, with a suspicious expression in his eyes. He remembered that the vase was placed slightly inside the table. Why did it suddenly break?

Jin Yunzhe also frowned. He concentrated on filming for a day. He was already very tired. He could almost fall asleep with his eyes closed. Hearing the sound of the broken vase, he immediately became energetic: "What's the matter?"

Wang Qian laughed twice, and suddenly felt a little furry in his heart: "It's okay, I will clean up later, you are also tired, I will send you home first, take the script back, read it slowly and choose it slowly."

Jin Yunzhe just responded.

The office door suddenly opened with a bang, and fell heavily on the doorway wall, as if someone was pushing the door open.

Jin Yunzhe's eyes squeezed sharply, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Wang Qian, who was it that made this kind of joke with him?

Wang Qian swallowed dryly, walked quickly to the door, and glanced outside: "Who, come out for me!"

In the corridor, it was empty, with only his own echo, a gust of wind blowing from the depths of the corridor, gloomy and gloomy, made him get goose bumps for no reason.

Jin Yunzhe frowned, his tone with obvious mockery, and the decibel increased: "Someone is playing a prank, let's go first!"

He doesn't like to care about people, the company is jealous of his good resources, and there are more artists who treat him as enemies, and they have used all means.

Has it developed to frighten him by pretending to be a fool?

Wang Qian actually had something to say. He thought it was a little weird, and he didn't know why. He suddenly remembered the bright and beautiful beauty who had stopped them in the morning by the crew, and couldn't help but shudder.

Jin Yunzhe is an atheist, and he is not afraid of anything.

Wang Qian was a little bit frustrated, and didn't dare to look at the broken vase. He picked up the script in a hurry and followed, as if running away.

Who knew he had just left the door here, there was a bang, and the door closed strangely.

Wang Qian looked at Jin Yunzhe, his voice already trembling, and swallowed dryly: "Yunzhe."

Jin Yunzhe got angry, opened the door, and sneered: "Who is pretending to be a ghost, come out and find me if you have the courage!"

All around, there was deathly silence, and the air seemed to be filled with a suffocating sense of oppression. I don't know where the windows were opened, and the cold wind blew in, it was cold and cold.

The lights above their heads flashed suddenly.

Wang Qian held his breath, his face turned pale in fright, and turned his head to look at Jin Yunzhe.

With a bang.

The lamp on the upper left of the head suddenly exploded, and then he heard Wang Qian's scream like a pig, jumped up and hugged the person next to him.

All the lights in the corridor went out all at once.

Jin Yunzhe's complexion changed at this moment, and his heart was flustered. He tried to maintain his composure, telling himself that there are no ghosts in the world, but he was scaring himself.

"Mr. Jin, is this Mr. Jin?" The security guards discovered the situation and ran over with flashlights, and followed them: "Is Mr. Jin you?"

Jin Yunzhe: "Yes."

Wang Qian was relieved to see someone coming.

The security guard said that there have been problems with the circuit on this level these days, and the maintenance personnel have not come over. It may be UMC, and someone will come to repair it immediately.

Wang Qian and Jin Yunzhe happened to be going downstairs with the security guard.

When he got into the car, Wang Qian remembered something and asked him, "Yun Zhe, are you uncomfortable? Why is your body so cold? It's like ice."

Jin Yunzhe glanced at him strangely.

Wang Qian's heart jumped when he was shown by his eyes, and his scalp numb: "Well, when the power went out, I was scared and hugged you."

Jin Yunzhe: "When did you hug me, why didn't I know?"

Wang Qian rolled his eyes and almost passed out.

**

Song Yiyan's phone was vibrating, vibrating again and again, and the ringtone was very noisy.

Ji Xing glanced at the phone, which was an unfamiliar number. He glanced at the direction of the bathroom, wondering when the bather would come out.

He intended that he didn't want to pick up other people's mobile phones. For him, this was an act of infringing on other people's privacy, but the phone kept ringing and finally pressed the answer button.