Princess is Glamorous in Modern Day

Chapter 451 President Jun is on fire again

  Xia Bangyuan is the first time to come to a modern night market. Emperor is a city with a long history. The shops next to it are decorated in ancient architectural styles.

  Under the eaves of the ancient carved beams and paintings, it is full of modern feasting and feasting, but it has a special taste. The aroma of various foods floats in the air.

   "There is a super handsome singer over there. Let's go, I'll show you."

  An Lao said and took Xia Wanyuan to a very popular bar inside.

  "Miss An, you are here, please here." The people here seem to be very familiar with An Lao, and they lead them directly to the VIP position on the second floor rooftop, where you can see the performance of the people underneath as soon as you lower your head.

"This is our new Bingshen Heart. Try it." The staff brought two glasses of light blue drinks. Xia Manyuan tasted it. There was a taste of wine in it. Xia Manyuan knew that this body was not good enough for alcohol, so he took two sips. After that, he put down the cup.

"Sister, let me tell you that when I was fine, I came here to watch the singer sing. I think he sings much better than those in the entertainment industry." As soon as An Luo's voice fell, the people in the bar suddenly boiled up on stage. , A young man wearing a white T-shirt and holding a guitar appeared.

  This young man was extremely handsome, with arrogance in his eyebrows, he strummed the strings casually, sang softly, Xia Wanyuan nodded, and he sang quite well.

  At this moment, the boy on the stage inadvertently raised his head, swept across the second floor, and was taken aback by Xia Wanyuan's gaze.

  At this time, Xia Wanyuan’s phone rang,

  "Where?" Jun Shiling's low business came over. Hearing the music and singing on Xia Wanyuan's phone, Jun Shiling frowned slightly.

  Xia Wanyuan said a position, "You come and pick me up."

"it is good,"

   Seeing Xia Wanyuan hung up, An Lao came over, "Sister, is your husband?"

"Ok."

"What kind of husband is your husband? I can't think of what kind of person can marry you," An Lao suddenly thought of something, "Fuck, I will show you the handsome guy, will your husband be angry with you? Let's change to a singer soon Go to the ugly bar."

  Xia Wanyuan smiled helplessly, "It's okay, this kid sings well." Xia Wanyuan picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

  The singer who has always been lazy, actually sang a few more songs on stage today. The boss is going to be so happy in the background. I don’t know why this little ancestor is so interested today.

  It didn't take long for Jun Shiling to go downstairs. Xia Wanyuan and An Lao walked down. Through the glass window, Jun Shiling saw the young boy on the stage, his eyes wandering with Xia Wanyuan.

  An Lao obediently walked behind Xia Wanyuan. With her driving skills, she could only use Xia Wanyuan’s car to go home.

"Sister, your husband is too strict with you. I just listened to a few songs. If you want me to tell you, you should be good." All the words of An Lao, when they saw the people in the car, they all got stuck. In the throat.

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  An Lao looked at Xia Wanyuan in shock. If her eyes are not broken, this is Jun Shiling sitting in the car, right? Is it the richest man? Is it the husband that women all over the world dream of?

  "This is my friend, An Lao," Xia Wanyuan briefly introduced, "My husband, Jun Shiling."

  Jun Shiling’s originally condensed expression, in Xia Wanyuan’s old kilometer, eased a little,

  An Tuo glanced at Jun Shiling's cold face, and she felt that her heart was fraughty no matter how reckless she was. After saying hello, she shut her mouth and stopped talking.

  The driver sent An Lao back to the apartment, and then sent Jun Shiling Xia Wanyuan back to the manor.

  An Lao got out of the car, Jun Shiling still looked at the file with a cold expression.

   Xia Wanyuan leaned on him, causing Jun Shiling to let out a cold snort, but he still didn't push Xia Wanyuan away.

   "Why are you so jealous?" Xia Wanyuan laughed.

   "Does the song sound good?" Jun Shiling's cool voice sounded above his head.

   "Not bad," Xia Wanyuan nodded. Many entertainment singers couldn't keep up with the song that the kid sang.

   "Are people good-looking?"

   "It looks good," Feeling that Jun Shiling's body was tense, Xia Wanyuan's eyes filled with a smile, and he sat up, encircling Jun Shiling's waist, "but not as good as you."

  "Hum" Jun Shiling hummed, the expression on his face softened.

  Here Xia Wanyuan coaxed Jun Shiling in a good voice, and at the bar, since Xia Wanyuan left, the young man ended the performance.

  No matter what the boss asks, he is reluctant to sing another song, holding his helmet, he walked directly out of the bar and made a call.

   "Hey, I picked up the variety show. Let's sign the contract tomorrow."

  ———

  After the account of Jun Shiling 1111111 became popular, Jun Shiling became popular again.

  But this time it was a real person.

  Before going to the ancient town of Suzhou and Hangzhou, Jun Shiling, as a business giant, participated in the National Congress of China.

  This kind of official conference has always been a gathering of political and business leaders from various roads. The news broadcast of National Channel has devoted a lot of space to introduce the situation of this conference.

  Jun Shiling, as the person in charge of the Jun family, naturally received special reports.

  The news broadcast is only half an hour in total. In this news broadcast, Jun Shiling alone occupies one-tenth of the time.

  In the camera, Jun Shiling, dressed in a black suit, stood on the rostrum and made a speech, analyzing the economic trends in the next few years, sitting underneath a wealth of officials and businessmen who would normally only be seen on TV news.

  As soon as the picture turns, the leaders of the national core are sitting in the meeting room for a meeting, and the camera is swept over.

  Jun Shiling wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks down at the profile of the document appearing on the TV.

  (End of this chapter)