The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

The girl who was playing with her mobile phone inadvertently looked at the hot search, and after seeing the picture, she could no longer look back.

"Sister, what are you looking at?" The boy came over with two glasses of water and handed her a glass.

"I'm reading Weibo."

The girl took it without looking, her eyes still fixed on the phone.

"Is it that good-looking?" The boy was a little puzzled.

He rarely saw his sister so absent-minded.

"I don't know why..." The girl paused, her bright and beautiful face a little blank, "I feel sad when I see her."

"Who is it?" The boy came over, and the girl showed her the phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone, Xing Jiu'an just got out of the car, cold and arrogant, like the person who came out of the painting.

"I think I've seen this person somewhere..." the boy wondered.

At first, he also thought that this person was amazing to see, but the next moment, he felt a little familiar.

"Could it be that we both have amnesia?" the girl said casually.

"No, sister, I seem to have seen her not long ago."

The girl thought to herself, I had seen her when I was abroad some time ago.

But that kind of familiarity doesn't seem like the feeling of having only seen one or two sides.

"when?"

"Sister, let me think about..."

The boy thought for a while, then suddenly sat upright, "I remembered, it was the charity auction from before."

There were a lot of people at the auction, and there were people in their home too.

"My dad and I went there before, sister, do you remember when I told you that someone shot a dozen things?"

I shot more than a dozen things at once, adding up to almost 100 million, not just anyone can take them out.

Therefore, many people are paying attention to that position.

"You said it was her?"

"Almost, it's the man with her."

"They should be together. Dad said he wanted to go there and have a word with each other, but we saw someone going, and it seemed that the other party was upset, so he didn't go."

"What is the identity of the other party?" the girl asked strangely.

It shouldn't be easy for their father to find someone in person.

"I asked, but Dad didn't tell me, and didn't let me inquire."

"I see."

The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the picture for a while.

"Sister, why do you pay so much attention to this person? By the way, she is a girl."

"Of course I know." The girl said and walked away.

The boy sat on the spot, not understanding why his sister suddenly ignored him.

The girl stepped aside and played a number on her mobile phone.

"Hello, Uncle Zhao."

"It's Xixi, what's the matter, do you have anything to do with uncle?"

"Can you still enter the variety show you mentioned before?"

"Do you want to go to that variety show?" The other party was a little surprised.

"Um."

"This, I'm going to ask the director, and I'll get back to you soon."

"Okay, sorry to bother you."

After hanging up the phone, the girl lowered her head, leaned against the wall behind, and closed her eyes slightly.

"You... who are you?"

She waited for a while and the call came.

"Xixi, this variety show has about four days to end. Do you have time these days?"

"I'm free anytime."

"Then see if you're going today or tomorrow, I'll tell you over there."

She only paused, "Today, I'll pack my things right away."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

"No thanks, it's rare that you want me to help you."