Chapter 373 Qin Zhizhi's Marriage Object
#Jiang Yan proposes marriage object#
#江燕抱million, for Qin Zhizhi’s birthday, confession#
#Thanks to your appearance, enough for me to enjoy it for several years#
#Doomsday World Sold Out#
#Seek the last batch of games#
#知识科技的基本人成野#
#成野20 years old#
#Qin Zhizhi Niubi#
#Qin Zhizhi Female President#
#凤仙儿发博#
Those things about the wealthy family: Jiang Yan and Qin Zhizhi were having dinner the night before, and after the meal, they personally sent Qin Zhizhi home. They stayed at Qin's house for nearly an hour before leaving. The next day, they brought gifts. Many of them were marriage proposals essentials. Jiang Yan appeared in the skyscraper yesterday during the day, and the building began to celebrate Qin Zhizhi's birthday in the early hours of the night, confessing his love, so what do you think is the relationship between the two?
Qin Zhizhi gritted his teeth, what the hell!
What I said earlier has traces to follow, but the latter sentence is simply nonsense. For the sake of popularity, I make random associations with rhythm.
Her recent popularity is the number one person on Weibo.
Not only this blogger, but countless other bloggers on Weibo are chasing her popularity, but only this blogger succeeded, and with this revelation, she was on the hot search list.
She clicked on the comments from netizens——
【Ahhh! That building flickered all night and didn't stop until it was almost dawn. We ate dog food all night, but we didn't expect that the man who confessed his love was Jiang Yan? Damn, perfect match! I declare, Jiang Yan, my wife is handed over to you! 】
[Woo~ It's really a perfect match, one is beautiful, the other is handsome, family background and appearance are all perfect matches, okay? 】
[I was still guessing which rich man was confessing to the million-dollar light that had been on all night. I lived near there. When I saw that light that hadn’t fallen asleep all night, I lay on the bed and watched it, laughing. Like a fool, as if it was me who was confessed. 】
[I'm dry, the male god I've been hiding for so long, my husband, was exposed by you all of a sudden, burst into tears. 】
[Jiang Yan knows now! 】
[I heard that they have proposed marriage. Zhizhi said a few days ago that he is not in a relationship, so he probably wants to get married right away? 】
Qin Zhizhi haha.
She quit the hot search square, came to her Weibo, and was about to edit a Weibo and send it out.
Seeing countless pieces of news about Aite himself, comments are constantly increasing. The first few Weibos have hundreds of thousands of comments, and the number of Weibo fans has also risen to 20 million, which is still rising. Jump.
She clicked on the private message first and took a look.
【Zhizhi, you're so good, I knew I didn't have a crush on the wrong person! 】
[Knowledge, please re-open the doomsday world! 】
[I know you are so awesome, does your father know? 】
The Qin family.
Qin Jianwen took his mobile phone and downloaded Weibo for the first time. When he saw all the comments praising his daughter, the old father said, "Haha, ha ha... I know that my little padded jacket is super powerful. You really have a good eye."
Father Qin's mobile phone was just a communication tool for him because of his work, and he didn't ask what the little padded jacket was doing recently.
For the money invested in her, he had someone call her company directly, and he never asked her what she was doing.
There was a call until yesterday.
"Old Qin, your second daughter is amazing."
"Boss Qin, your daughter is amazing, and she must be someone in the future."
"Old Qin, you are still blessed with a daughter who is so powerful. In the future, the company will be handed over to her, so you don't have to worry about anything."
He was confused and asked the assistant to find out what was going on. The assistant played him the live broadcast of the doomsday world. At that time, the player was in the game, and the assistant explained to him excitedly.
As soon as he heard it, oh, he stood up and went to the scene to cheer.
until a phone call came in.
"Old Qin, how old is your second daughter? My son is twenty-five. When will we let them meet?"
"Mr. Qin, I have a nephew who wants to meet Miss Qin. It's Miss Qin Er."