My Sister is a Big Star

"So, what do you want to do?" Qin Ze looked at the second generations in front of him dumbfounded. There were a lot of people, eleven or twelve, and the cars they drove were quite satisfactory. If he hadn't recognized a few familiar faces, who would have thought This group is a group of second generations with hands and eyes open to the sky.

  He was a good dog on the side of the road. Several cars passed by. A woman in the car recognized him and called Qin Ze.

  Then the car stopped, and a crowd of people came and blocked him on the side of the road.

  No one paid attention to his question. The tall man said: “Zhao Tiezhu said he stood at the door of Wang’s house and admitted his mistake. I still don’t believe it. It turned out to be true.”

He knew this buddy. When he came to Wang’s house for the first time, he was taken by Wang Zijin to have a barbecue. The name was really forgotten. It was good for storing contacts, but Haize Wang was a mastermind in Shanghai, reluctant to think about it, and had no ambition to open up the capital. In the market, Wang Zijin’s network of friends in this circle of friends has become useless, but there are good memos, all with names, but now I turn on my phone to read the names, which seems to be very disrespectful to people.

   "Hey, do you want to go in." A woman said: "Call grandma, sister, I will take you in."

  Qin Ze frowned, not dissatisfied with a woman's attitude, after all, from her perspective, it is too reasonable to help a girlfriend mock the scumbag. It's just that the word "sister" is a sensitive word for him, sister = day.

  Translate the above words...this request is too much.

  Then I choose not to go in.

  So Qin Ze ignored her.

  "Hey, I said people in the entertainment industry are unreliable, Ziyan still doesn't believe it, tsk tsk. I will post on Weibo and denounce this scumbag Qin Ze." Another woman said.

   "That's too much trouble, just hit him." A man said.

  "Can you beat him, Mingcheng was beaten by this kid last year."

   "Hey, does he dare to fight back? Just those broken companies that kept him from operating in minutes."

   "Then we gamble, we bet he dare not fight back." A girl cheered.

  Qin Ze looked at her, Zhang Ling, Zhang Mingcheng’s sister.

  She is also here. Wang Zijin said before that sister Zhang Mingcheng likes to play with her elder brother most, and she is a brother-in-law.

  For brother control, anyone who interferes with his brother’s marriage should be cut. Just like a brother control, any woman who wants to sleep with her brother should hang up.

  The former is an ordinary brother-controlled, and the latter is a brother-controlled madman.

  Ziying’s circle of friends is terrible. Although Wang’s brother-in-law is a weak chicken and can’t represent her natal and in-laws, these second generations who came out of the same compound perfectly undertook this task.

  They have no friendship with Qin Ze at all. It is Wang Zijin who maintains the relationship between the two. When Qin Ze becomes a scumbag, they will stand up and die.

  Zhang Ling saw that Qin Ze didn’t speak, and said aggressively: “Look, it’s from Sister Zijin’s family. When she was backed by Sister Zijin, she dragged two to eighty thousand yuan, and now she is a dog again."

   "Oh, I remembered the ending of Journey to the West," Zhang Ling smiled and said, "He looks like a dog."

  Everyone laughed.

  In the car, Wang Ziyan watched this scene, clenching his fists.

  This is not the Qin Ze she knew. Although the young man was counseling, he was only counseling between them. He has a more confident style than any man, so confident that he doesn't put his peers in the eyes. He is harmless and gentle most of the time, but when his temper is tempered and his minions are exposed, he is invincible.

  Zhao Tiezhu glanced at her, blew the horn twice, and when everyone at the door looked over, he lowered the car window: "What are you doing outside? Go go, go outdoor sports."

  When everyone heard the words, the scolding was refreshing, and when the lord came, they got into the car one after another.

  Land Rover drove out of the gate of the community, Wang Ziyan said: "Stop."

  Zhao Tiezhu Yiyan stepped on the brake.

  Prince Yan pushed the car door, walked up to Qin Ze blankly, gritted his teeth and said: "Are you not tempered?"

  Qin Ze looked at her, silently.

  "What are you doing in Beijing? Just leave and send a text message," Wang Ziying continued: "Let's talk about it here, and then go back to the Shanghai stock market."

  Qin Ze whispered: "Aren't they all your friends, they are also for your good. If I turn my face, it will make it hard for you."

  Just like that, Wang Ziyan shook his body and said viciously, "boring."

  She ran back to the car and slammed the door shut.

   "Hey, the car you just bought, don't close the door so hard..." Zhao Tiezhu drove the car to keep up with the team, frequently turning his head to look at Wang Ziyan, who was the co-driver.

  She turned sideways, facing the car window, quietly wiping tears.

"Hey, I'm actually distressed to death. I can't wait to kill Zhang Ling's little girl. I just stubbornly refuse to admit defeat." Zhao Tiezhu muttered, "That boy must have done something angry and grieving... just want to cry. Crying, after decades of friendship, can I still laugh at you?"

  Prince Yan endured, couldn’t hold back, cried loudly, grabbed the tissue box in the car, and slammed Zhao Tiezhu’s head: "Only you talk a lot, but you talk a lot..."

"It hurts... Don't hit my head with hard corners... Grandma, the car is about to hit, why are you... hitting me? Go hitting that kid... .." The Land Rover swayed.

   "I'm so...the kid doesn't give me shares, I will kill him. My wife has never beaten me like this..."

  The Great Wall in Beijing is also called the Badaling Great Wall. It is an important part of the Great Wall that stretches for thousands of miles. It is a bit far away in the outskirts of Yanqing District. Most of the tourists who come here are tourists from other places. Locals don't think they come here very often. Unless they bring friends from other places, or if there are organized activities, they will come here.

Near the Spring Festival, the number of tourists has dropped sharply, but it is only relatively speaking. In first-tier cities, many people will choose to travel during the Spring Festival or travel abroad. Because the Chinese New Year is not important in big cities, there is no New Year atmosphere, so take advantage of it. It is a good choice to travel with the whole family for a long time during the Spring Festival.

  For people with status, mountaineering, fishing, golf, and other sports are far more meaningful than ktv hi songs.

  The prince was not in high spirits, and walked with his head covered all the way, and didn't talk much with his friends.

  The second generation guessed that she was angry about what happened just now. Cautiously accompanied, never mentioning Qin Ze.

  Zhang Ling and Zhang Mingcheng walked side by side, a long way behind everyone. She raised her eyes and looked at Wang Zijin's back: "Brother, what are you not doing? Looking at her like this, you still think of that person."

  Zhang Mingcheng followed her gaze, staring at Wang Zi’s good back, and shook his head: “It’s better not to do it, because it’s meaningless, Ling’er, be smarter. What you do is just giving me a point reduction.”

  Zhang Ling didn’t understand: “There’s a stone in the way at your feet, just kick it away.”

  Zhang Mingcheng thought for a while and explained: “The problem is not that there are stones at our feet, but that we are standing on another road and want to merge, only to move closer.”

  Zhang Ling still didn't understand. In her consciousness, if she has the ability and background, she would use it to get rid of all the people and things that got in the way.

  Zhang Mingcheng couldn’t explain these things to his inexperienced sister, and sighed: “In the terms of your young people, you know how Nuan Nan is in charge.”

  Zhang Ling: "Nuan Nan is a spare tire."

  Zhang Mingcheng: "..."

   "Brother think, there is still a difference between a warm man and a spare tire."

  "Then tell me, how come the warm man and the spare tire are on top."

   "..." Zhang Mingcheng ignored the word spare tire and said: "Watch."

   "So it's a spare tire."

"Ling'er, with your attitude, I am afraid that the relationship will not go smoothly in the future." Zhang Mingcheng said: "Compared with him, my brother has lost. It's not that my brother is not good enough, but love is an unreasonable thing. I want to fight, I can't. Suppressing people with power, your sister Zijin is not a Shui Ling girl from ordinary people, and brother can send someone to grab it. Learning your method will only increase her disgust and disgust. You have to rely on patience, this is the right way. "

  Zhang Ling worried: "What if this road fails?"

Suddenly, Zhang Mingcheng took a bite of poisoned milk by his sister, and Zhang Mingcheng gasped for two breaths: "Look at fate."

  Although Zhang Ling is smart, or at least clever, Zhang Mingcheng knows that she has too little life experience and not much emotional experience. They are only in love when they are in love, so it is easy to see each other and divide quickly. By Zhang Mingcheng's age, falling in love cannot escape the word marriage. Marriage and love are different.

   does have to rely on scheming and wrist, but can not rely on damage.

  In these years, marriage is either for money, or it’s true love, or find a pleasing marriage when you are old. I have never heard of marriages that rely on suppressing the men next to the woman’s side.

  It’s not a novel, but any novel with such a plot, the author is afraid that it is also mentally retarded.

  There is another way, the woman’s parents cracked the wall and opposed it.

  It must be the kind of opposition to the wall cracking, but when he went to Wang's house today, he didn't see any sign that Father Wang or Dad Wang was preparing to crack the wall.

   Zhang Mingcheng's heart is actually heavy.

   "By the way, don't talk to your sister Zi Yan these days. If she is looking for you, don't bother you." Zhang Mingcheng said suddenly.

   "Ah? Why." Zhang Ling was at a loss.

   "I'm afraid she will hit you, my brother is in a dilemma."

  "..."

  After climbing the Great Wall, standing on a high point overlooking the scenery, a group of people panting, women chatting in groups, men smoking cigarettes in groups. Tired, tired, but refreshed.

  They come all the way, all they want is this kind of refreshment. People must reach a certain age before they know how important and comfortable this feeling is.

"Remember when we first climbed the Great Wall together?" Someone said with emotion: "Fifth grade, right, it was organized by sister Zijin. At that time, there were about twenty people, and now many people are going on their own. Things are gone, chores are so busy, I can’t get together during the New Year."

   "At that time, Zhao Tiezhu was always the first to rush, but now it's not working anymore, look at him so fictitious." Someone laughed.

   "Fart," Zhao Tiezhu said angrily: "I don't want to talk about the ten girls of the night, I'm not a fool."

   "Ye Yu ten women?" A woman said angrily: "I know that Zhao Tiezhu, you are not reliable, so you secretly pursued me back then, I did not agree to life or death, I have to agree, and now there is a Hulunbuir prairie on my head."

   "I'm going, Zhao Tiezhu has pursued you?"

   "It's really shameless, I said at the beginning that Fei Ziying won't marry her."

  Zhao Tiezhu said embarrassedly: "Don't mention anything about junior high school."

  In the group of them, at first it was uncertain who liked whom, who confessed to whom, but almost nothing happened. Some are forgotten in the wind over time, and some still feel regret or bitter when thinking about it.

  Everyone looked at Wang Zijin and Zhang Mingcheng. This pair is the most promising pair, but it seems unable to bear fruit.

  Prince Yan stood on the city wall, looking at the rolling hills and quiet mountains and rivers.

  In fact, even without Qin Ze, she would not choose Zhang Mingcheng.

  I don’t know where it came from, but it grows deeper.

  This is an unreasonable thing.