The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

The three of An Chen have already returned to the hotel room.

An Chen was also shocked when he received a call from Wei Ze. When he couldn't tell that he was in China, Wei Ze would come to him.

The old man had a hot-tempered personality when he was young. He rejected An Chen's suggestion to visit him, and asked someone to buy a plane ticket. He grabbed his son and set off for Jianghai.

"An Xiaochen, what time does the old man fly, let's pick him up and admit his mistake in advance." Ling Han suggested.

Ji Xuan has always been by An Chen's side, so of course the two old men must get to know each other.

As for Ling Han, he strongly demanded it himself. Now Ling Han regrets his decision to insist on getting acquainted with the two old men.

"You don't need to pick it up, Uncle Wei Yang came with you." An Chen sighed.

"Okay, Ji Xuan, let's find something that can resist." Ling Han had already recognized the reality and gave up struggling.

"Brother, no, Uncle Wei Yang said, the old man's crutches have been changed, they are not made of solid wood, so beating someone shouldn't hurt much." An Chen comforted.

"The old man should just act like that. If it doesn't hurt much, Ling Han, if it doesn't work, let's drag Xiaochen over there." Ji Xuan proposed another idea.

"What?" An Chen looked at the two of them, "You guys have changed, you don't love each other anymore, scumbags!"

When Ji Xuan and Ling Han heard this, they spread their hands helplessly, unable to laugh or cry.

"Little showman, where did you watch this, and watch less bloody plots in the future."

"I don't have one. This is a script Brother Jixuan received by email." An Chen pointed to Jixuan.

Ling Han also turned his attention to Ji Xuan.

"You know what I have to watch every day. This is not the only script that Xiaochen receives."

"I don't want to act like this!" An Chen said hastily.

"Of course I won't let you go. Let's think about the old man now. Fortunately, there are no reporters here, otherwise you will be on the hot search again." Ji Xuan sighed.

"A popular young student with the surname An was brutally beaten by the dean of a well-known music academy in a hotel. How about it? Do I have the potential to write a marketing account?" Ling Han continued.

"Who said there are no reporters? The reporters who interviewed on the set today also stayed in this hotel today." An Chen kindly reminded the two of them.

"Follow your fate!" Ling Han spread out on the bed, occupying An Chen's place.

An Chen glanced at Ling Han, then moved to a corner by himself, let him lie down for a while, he can still block the old man for a while, and let him conserve his energy.

An Chen thought for a while, and still sent a message to grandpa. If grandpa grandpa took a photo of himself and sent it to him later, it's hard to guarantee that this old naughty boy won't get excited and fly over.

At around 3:30 in the afternoon, when the three of them were drowsy, An Chen's phone rang.

The three of them suddenly bounced off the bed as if some switch had been pressed. Then wake up instantly.

"Coming?" Ji Xuan asked.

An Chen glanced at the phone, typed a few words, and then threw the phone on the bed.

"Takeaway." An Chen sighed.

"It's too scary!" Ling Han collapsed on the bed again.

"Don't be paralyzed, get takeaway." Ji Xuan pushed Ling Han.

"No, my weak heart has been hurt, I need to cultivate." Ling Han turned over and pretended to be dead.

Ji Xuan also suddenly collapsed on the other side, "Chen'er, let the room service deliver it, I'm afraid I'll run into the old man when I go downstairs."

An Chen had no choice but to call room service as soon as he got his phone back, another call came ahead of schedule.

"Ah!" An Chen threw the phone on the bed.

Ji Xuan and Ling Han bounced off the bed again.

"Grandpa Wei is here."

"I don't expect sudden good luck, I just hope that all the hard work will pay off in the end."