Reborn as a top-notch little wife

Jiaming skillfully opened his bag and took out a lot of things that Xi Changchang couldn't recognize. With a look of disgust on his face, he finished removing Xi Changchang's makeup and started to reapply her makeup.

While Jiaming was putting makeup on her, he said to Xi Changchang with an envious look on his face: "I said you can do it, but where is another extremely handsome guy?"

Xi Changchang glared at Jiaming: "What are you talking about? He is just the younger brother of the male god. He has just returned to China. I will only take care of him for a few days."

Jiaming showed a clear expression: "That's it, then you can introduce it to me another day. I will invite you to watch more movies in the future."

Xi Changchang refused almost without thinking. "No, he is a weirdo. You'd better stay away from him."

Xi Changchang didn't want the two of them to get to know each other. He didn't know why, but he felt itchy in his heart, but Xi Changchang did not lie to Jiaming. Zhong Jiamu was a weirdo.

Zhong Jiamu looked at his watch habitually. He was almost impatient with waiting. He thought that taking a woman out would be troublesome.

When he was considering whether to leave her alone and leave first, the door opened with a click from the inside, and Xi Changchang walked out, rubbing his hair irritably: "Is this okay?"

Zhong Jiamu originally just glanced at Xi Changchang accidentally and found that Jiaming's makeup skills were indeed very good. She knew how to cover up the shortcomings of a face and then highlight the advantages, just like Xi Changchang's graffiti.

no the same.

Xi Changchang's eyelashes were trimmed long and drooped, leaving a light shadow on her face. Her eyebrows were made very special, thin and long, like a crescent moon in the sky on a summer night.

, the whole person appears to be more energetic.

Xi Changchang, how dare you question Jiaming's skills? Jiaming shot Xi Changchang with a glare and glanced at her, "You can't question my ability."

Just as the two were bickering, Zhong Jiamu's driver called him: "They say everything is ready for the lecture and the car is ready. Can we leave?"

"Hey, I'm leaving." He called Xi Changchang.

"Then Lele, please go back quickly. I'll contact you when you're done." Without any intention of leaving Jiaming behind, Xi Changchang pushed her outside.

"That handsome guy, I haven't asked for your phone number yet." Jiaming turned around and shouted to Zhong Jiamu.

Zhong Jiamu glanced at Jiaming and said lightly: "Let's talk about it another day."

Seeing Lele's deflated expression, Xi Changchang was immediately amused by Zhong Jiamu. She pushed Jiaming out of the door, squinted her eyes and smiled, saying to Jiaming: "Did you hear that? Let's talk about it another day? Another day.

Let’s talk again, let’s go, let’s go.”

"Xi Changchang, you..."

Halfway through Jiaming's words, Xi Changchang closed the door with a bang.

Zhong Jiamu watched from the side as Xi Changchang pushed Jiaming out of the door without saying anything. He wondered if it would be unsafe to take him out by himself. This is how Xi Changchang usually treats his best friend.

As if taking out the trash, she turned around, clapped her hands, and said to Zhong Jiamu relaxedly: "Let's go."

Zhong Jiamu still chose to take her out with him.

He and Xi Changchang sat in the back of the car together. Xi Changchang stared at the phone screen for a long time before raising her head and asking him seriously: "Is the makeup I put on really ugly?"

Zhong Jiamu did not raise his head, still flipping through the materials in his hand, and answered without thinking: "What else?"

Xi Changchang's expected eyes immediately turned cold, glaring at Zhong Jiamu: "I just discovered that you are not only unkind, but also shady."

Only then did he raise his head, sneered, and said lazily: "Thank you for the compliment."

"..."

After arriving, the staff first asked Xi Changchang and Zhong Jiamu to wait backstage temporarily. Xi Changchang poked Zhong Jiamu's arm: "Don't be nervous when you get up later. Show your own level."

Zhong Jiamu, however, looked like it didn't concern him: "I'm not nervous."

At this time, Zhong Jiamu noticed that Xi Changchang's shoulders seemed to be shaking. Xi Changchang felt that the heart in his body was beating non-stop. He retorted to Zhong Jiamu: "Nonsense, how can you not be nervous? There are so many things down there.

People sit and listen to you talking alone."

Zhong Jiamu took a sip of coffee: "I think you are the one who is nervous."

Xi Changchang looked out the window unconsciously: "Me? Why am I nervous? It's not me."

After hearing her words, Zhong Jiamu said nothing more.

At this time, a young man poked his head in: "Lawyer Zhong, you can start."

Zhong Jiamu nodded to indicate that it was okay. He stood up and turned to Xi Changchang and said, "Go home when it's over."

Watching his back slowly walking away, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart for some reason.

"Why is the atmosphere so strange?" Xi Changchang muttered in a low voice.

After sorting out Zhong Jiamu's things, Xi Changchang was about to go out to watch Zhong Jiamu's lecture, but someone came from behind and covered Xi Changchang's eyes.

But the man's movements were very gentle, and he didn't mean to hurt her. Obviously, Xi Changchang didn't notice this. Suddenly, her eyesight went dark, and she didn't know what was going on, and she almost reflexively turned towards the man behind her in panic.

One kick.

The sound of pain came.

When the sound reached Xi Changchang's ears, her expression suddenly froze, and she slowly turned around. She covered her eyes and secretly looked at this person through her fingers.

Sure enough, she guessed it right, this voice was too familiar to her: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, I thought..."

"What do you think? Some pervert?" The man who was kicked by Xi Changchang said with a half smile.

That's right, the person in front of you is Xi Changchang's fiancé, the male god.

With wheat-colored skin, a tall nose, and his standard smile, this man is very charming and can definitely charm a lot of girls. Xi Changchang feels that she can have a fiancé like him because she has done so many good things in her previous life.

can be exchanged for it.

At this time, the male god has returned to normal. He gently touched and rubbed Xi Changchang's smooth hair: "You are still so careless, what if you kick me to pieces?" The male god raised the corners of his lips,

"Because you are Xi Changchang, I won't pursue it, but I found that your strength has become a lot stronger, and you have been doing well recently. How about it, Zhong Jiamu didn't bully you?"

Xi Changchang lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "No, it's pretty good."

"That's good."

There was a hint of surprise in Xi Changchang's next words: "How did you know I was here?"

The male god adjusted his collar for him: "I heard that Xingyu was giving a lecture, and my father asked me to come over and have a look. I didn't expect you to be there too."

"Oh." Xi Changchang originally thought that the male god came to see her, but now his words disappointed her a lot. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

The male god seemed to have seen through Xi Changchang's thoughts. He took Xi Changchang's hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Did you miss me?"

"Huh?" Hearing him ask himself this, Xi Changchang's mood finally improved, and he said with a silly expression on his face: "Yes."

"Hahaha..." The male god raised a smile, "I have never sneezed. How do you prove it?" As he said this, he suddenly surrounded Xi Changchang.

Two blushes immediately appeared on Xi Changchang's cheeks, which spread from her cheeks to the corners of her eyes. She pushed him gently.

The smile on the corner of the male god's mouth became deeper with a trace of teasing: "Okay, okay, I know you are thin-skinned. I won't tease you anymore."

"We are different...different..." The phone rang, which ruined the atmosphere. The male idol took it out and looked at it before hanging up immediately. His expression became unnatural, and then he said to Xi Changchang with an apologetic look: "You

Look, they are here to rush me again. The company is very busy, so I have to go back first."

"But……"

The male god interrupted Xi Changchang before she could finish her sentence: "If Xingyu bullies you, just tell me and don't bear it."

Xi Changchang's head drooped like an eggplant leaf beaten by frost: "Yeah, I understand."

"I'm leaving." The male god was still smiling at Xi Changchang before he left. From the first time he met Xi Changchang until he left, the male god was always smiling, but when he turned around and faced outside

When he walked away, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. Because he smiled for too long, his expression was very stiff, and his eyebrows were replaced by a feeling of indifference. It was as if the person just now did not exist at all.

.

The male idol returned to the back seat of the car. Sitting behind him was a very coquettish woman wearing heavy makeup, who asked the male idol with straight eyebrows and eyes: "Who was that woman just now?"

"I'm just an assistant." The male god said it in a true tone. He took the woman and held her in his arms.

But the woman was obviously not satisfied with the answer. She broke away from his arms, with a hint of jealousy in her tone: "You and your assistant are different."

An evil sneer slipped across the male god's lips: "What, are you jealous?"

The woman didn't hide it, but told the male god directly: "Yes."

The male god lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth: "You are nakedly provoking me."

"Zhong... um..." She wanted to say something else, but the male god blocked her mouth with a domineering kiss. He kept holding the cigarette in his hand, clasped the back of the woman's head with one hand, and inhaled the woman's head.

A puff of cigarette blew out into the woman's mouth.

The woman immediately coughed, but did not break away from the male god. She felt the woman gradually collapse in her arms, and the male god's expression became more and more gloomy.

The male god thinks like this: No one will ever speak to me like this again, absolutely not.

Listening to the applause outside, Xi Changchang knew it was about to begin, so he ran downstairs to find a seat.

On the stage, Zhong Jiamu was wearing a well-tailored suit, somber black, with an antique silver retro feather pin on the collar. The dazzling luster reflected by the crystal lamp above his head shrouded Zhong Jiamu's indifferent face, making it stand out.

He looks like one of those handsome models in magazines.

The students in the audience were all listening to his lectures attentively.

After a long time, the class came to the end of the question period, and the host said that he would pick a few questions for Zhong Jiamu to answer on the spot. The audience was excited, and the students rushed to raise their hands to signal to the host to choose them.

The host picked a male classmate wearing blue clothes and said, "It's just you."

The male classmate asked nothing more than a few innocuous questions, and Zhong Jiamu quickly explained them to him.

"Thank you, I understand!" After listening, the male student sat down excitedly.

Zhong Jiamu's eyes were unmoved. He looked at the male classmate and frowned: "Since the question asked by this male classmate is too simple, I have to wonder if he got into the postgraduate program just because of some bad luck.

.So, I suggested that he go back and read the book "Case Analysis" instead of asking such ignorant questions and wasting everyone's time."

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter in the audience. The male classmate obviously did not expect to be criticized so viciously by Zhong Jiamu, his face turned red and his head drooped.

Xi Changchang was speechless and complained to the people next to him: "With such a merciless attack, does he think everyone's IQ is as high as his?"

"But that's right, hitting the nail on the head is Zhong Jiamu's style." Xi Changchang said with a half-smile.

At this time, the host on the stage said: "Okay, the last question, what do you want to ask? Raise your hands quickly." In the end, the host picked a girl.

The girl stood up and asked Zhong Jiamu shyly: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Suddenly there was a burst of echoes and whistles from the audience.

It seemed that the girls in the audience admired this martyr and finally asked a question they wanted to ask.

Zhong Jiamu remained silent, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes.

The host on the side quickly smoothed things over: "Although this classmate asked a good question and I really want to know it, this is a personal question. We will only talk about academic issues today."

There was a cry in the audience.

The female martyr still didn't give up: "If not, so many girls in the audience are your fans, you can consider trying..."

Before she finished speaking, her microphone was snatched away by the host.

There was another cry from the audience.

Tsk tsk tsk, the female students these days are so vigorous and resolute, focusing on max skills, Xi Changchang really admires them.

After a long while, Zhong Jiamu on the stage lightly opened his thin lips: "I don't have a girlfriend, it's just..." He paused and gave a rare and reserved smile,

"Almost there."

The audience wailed again.

…

The setting sun blew in from the window. Xi Changchang looked at Zhong Jiamu's side face that was dyed yellow by the sunset. His amber eyes were like a quiet lake under the moonlit night, and his brows still showed indifference and calmness. He stood tall and high.

on stage,

Like a lonely snow leopard.

This man exudes an aura that is both dangerous and intoxicating, like a black hole that will involuntarily suck in those who are close to him.

It was at this lecture that Zhao Yining met Zhong Jiamu.

Zhao Yining, who was wearing exquisite makeup and high heels, was only responsible for the first ten minutes of the show. After that, she sat down with nothing to do. She read gossip entertainment news on her mobile phone and chatted with her friends for half an hour.

In the past, she was looking at her mobile phone and her mind was dizzy. When she looked up, she saw the boy on the stage.

At first, she just took a quick glance and thought that this boy's skin was more attractive. She wanted to continue looking at her phone boredly. Unexpectedly, the boy suddenly started telling a short story, which pulled her into a state of mind, which was probably absent-minded.

Zhao Yining spent the most serious minutes of all the lectures she had attended. She took her mobile phone and sent a message to her best friend: "I saw a handsome guy, so talented."

"Can you still like other people's talents?" My best friend sent me a mocking expression.