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Chapter 8: Jinxi, do you have scissors?

But tonight, he wanted to drink. Even though there was a needle on his forehead, he still wanted to drink.

Most people with status like Lu Haocheng like to drink in high-end bars.

But seven years ago, he was inexplicably drugged in a hotel bar, and he was very disgusted with that kind of place.

Instead, I like to drink at some high-end and elegant restaurants.

Even for social events, he would choose to stay in his own hotel.

When you start to cherish your efforts, the more you understand the coldness of people's hearts.

For the sake of interests, the people around him were disgusting and flattering and hypocritical faces.

Lu Haocheng took a deep breath and found that it fell on his forehead. He seemed lonely and helpless.

Lan Xin followed Jinxi to Kaiwei Building in Jiang City, which is today's piano competition venue.

Jinxi parked the limited edition motorcycle downstairs.

Lan Xin got off the car easily, glanced at the blood on her skirt, and frowned.

She glanced at Jinxi and said worriedly: "Jinxi, look at me like this, you will be scared to Ranran when you go in."

Lan Xin is more mature and charming than she was seven years ago.

The Lan Xin used to be a young fruit that is not very experienced in the world.

But after studying hard for a few years, Lan Xin gradually transformed in the workplace, with charm and elegance everywhere, which is the unparalleled charm that makes people want to conquer.

In seven years, she seemed to be reborn and was so arrogant.

Jinxi took off the helmet on her head, and her handsome face was exposed to the air.

Simple jeans, paired with some simple patterns on the shirt, are vivid and full of youthful vitality, and paired with a wise face, which is particularly fashionable!

He looked at the blood on Lan Xin's white dress and looked disgusted!

He raised his wrist, glanced at the watch, and whispered: "Lanlan, but it's too late. It's almost seven o'clock, and the game is halfway through Ranran."

"What should I do? My luggage is being checked, and there are no clothing stores nearby." Lan Xin looked at her skirt, and the hem was covered with blood.

Lan Xin's mind was spinning rapidly. She was a fashion designer. This time she came to Jiang City, she worked in the headquarters for a month.

She raised her lips slightly, and this would not hurt her.

She quickly looked up at Jinxi and asked, "Jinxi, do you have scissors?"

Jinxi instantly guessed what she was going to do? He quickly pulled out the car key, opened the trunk of the motorcycle, took out a pair of red scissors and handed it to Lan Xin.

Lan Xin held the scissors, raised the corners of her lips slightly, outlining a confident smile.

She bent down and cut a ruffle along the edge of the blood-stained skirt. This way, the back is long and the front is short without any sense of incongruity, making her legs become longer and more sexy and charming in an instant!

Lan Xin nodded with satisfaction. Women can be gentle, cheerful, lazy, and carefree, but they must not be sloppy!

Jinxi looked at her with a burning look and smiled from ear to ear, "Wow! Lanlan, you are truly a famous designer. You saved this bloody dress."

Lan Xin returned the scissors to Jinxi and smiled and said, "Let's go, Jinxi, let's go in quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"Yeah!" Jinxi quickly put the scissors back.

The two of them trotted into the building, and the elevator happened to be on the first floor. After the two of them entered, Jinxi pressed the 26th floor.
Chapter completed!
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