The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )-Chapter 10 - 10. The little sweetheart of a celebrity CEO. 10

Xia Ling was ahead of Ruan Qingzhu, making her superior presence felt in front of Cheng Chen.

Therefore, with Xia Ling in front of Ruan Qingzhu, Ruan Qingzhu was instantly reduced to dregs when she met Cheng Chen.

Cheng Chen had a good impression of Xia Ling, so naturally, he did not like Ruan Qingzhu anymore!

*

Cheng Chen returned from the rookie department.

He was busy with the contract and had a meeting. Finally, after work, he leaned against the spacious chair in the office. The dark light flowed back and forth in his peach blossom eyes.

In the end, she picked up her phone from the side and seemed to have inadvertently called Li Zheng.

"Yes, I understand. I understand what you mean, president," Li Zheng answered repeatedly.

After that, Xia Ling had just returned to the villa and had just eaten something. When she reached the pool, she received a call from Li Zheng.

"Xia Ling, from today onwards, you don't have to rehearse the opening of the cheerleading dance. The company has other arrangements for you. The 36th show will choose another person to replace you. During this period of time, you will temporarily follow the teacher and work as an assistant."

Other arrangements? To be an assistant?

Xia Ling frowned slightly and asked,

"Brother Li, can I ask? Why did the company suddenly make such a decision?"

She was clearly outstanding in this preliminary round, so how did she get rejected?

On the other side of the phone, Li Zheng seemed to be very busy.

There was a rustling sound first, and then came Li Zheng's indifferent tone.

"Oh...it's because your height is a little short compared to your peers. It's not suitable for the debut of this combination. Do your best, the company will give you other opportunities!"

"Thank you, brother Li."

The call was hung up.

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes and lay down on a large bench by the pool.

When she was dancing today, she felt Cheng Chen's gaze on her faintly.

And now, she was suddenly brushed off by the "show 36" . To say that she was short and not tall enough, were these Cheng Chen's selfish motives?

*

Xia Ling did a warm-up, got into the water, and swam a few lenghts of the pool. Finally, she exhaled the stuffy air in her chest.

Her wet black hair was gently stuck behind her ears, revealing the tip of her fair and delicate ears. Her lively and fair facial features were elegant and beautiful, like the most entrancing color of the night.

She walked out of the pool step by step. There were a few large rows of chairs beside the sparkling pool. Xia Ling found a large row of chairs and laid down. The feeling of swimming and fitness, sitting in a two-or three-square-meter villa, was really great.

She closed her eyes and took a nap for a while.

The night wind blew on her body, and it was a little cold.

Xia Ling heard footsteps in the night.

She sat up.

In the shadow not far away, the tall figure of a man behind the door seemed to blend into the darkness. He was leaning against the door, but there was a casual, oppressive atmosphere.

"President? Why are you here?"

Xia Ling wrapped herself in a towel and stood up.

"What's wrong with you?"

She took a tentative step forward.

She heard his heavy breathing in the air.

Her eyes moved slightly, and Xia Ling moved forward again

She stepped into the shadows and adapted to the light for a while. When she looked up, she saw Cheng Chen behind the door. His face was red, and he looked as if he had drunk alcohol and was a little drunk.

His shirt was a little loose, and his full forehead was burning hot in her hands.

That night, Xia Ling's heart moved slightly.

With her hand on his forehead, Cheng Chen grabbed her.

Xia Ling still liked Cheng Chen. He leaned over and stared at her with his dark peach blossom eyes.

"Didn't you say you wanted to be my woman? Why are you running away again?"

From his breathing, Xia Ling smelled the strong smell of alcohol, mixed with the refreshing smell of his clothes, and it was not bad.