Double champion When she heard her name, Li Jiaxin couldn't describe her feelings. No joy, no sadness, only a touch of frustration and worry. I was afraid that she would not be the champion of the "Miss Hong Kong Contest" that Zhuo Yi hoped for. No. Knowing how disappointed and disappointing he would be. After hugging the beauties around her, and amid a round of applause, Li Jiaxin walked to the front desk gracefully. The winner was determined, but she still had a little extravagant hope in her heart. After all, Yang Baoling also won the "Miss Goodwill International" last year. Later, she also won the title of "Miss Hong Kong". However, this chance is very small, and it is better than nothing. After all, the jury usually spreads the awards equally to prevent one company from dominating the competition and affecting the balance. The rest of the audience knows this too. Of course, except for some super confident and arrogant guys, such as the slovenly guy standing in the corner of the auditorium, he took this as a sign that Li Jiaxin was going to win the "Miss Hong Kong" championship. How could the gears of history be so different? Easily changed. "Have you found it?" Wang Jing asked in a low voice, covering his blue left eye. "Look again, wait!" Zeng Zhiwei curled his neck and turned his head with two big bumps, grinning furtively. Brother Lak and Tan Yonglin had their heads wrapped up like mummies, with only two eyes exposed. Unlike the two vindictive guys Zeng Zhiwei and Wang Jing, these two sultry guys stared straight at the beauties on the stage. saliva. "Found it, Mr. Jing, over there, nesting in that corner, he must have snuck in like us. Do you want to call security?" Since Wang Jing has almost become the second in command of "Movie Dynasty", this guy Zeng Zhiwei He flattered me even more diligently. Wang Jing looked in the direction Zeng Zhiwei was pointing, right? That guy leaning against the corner wall obscenely is not the bastard from Eleven. "What do you call security? Are you going to kick him out? What kind of revenge is this!" "I'll handle it myself. Don't worry about it." Wang Jing said with a full face. He said in a gloomy voice, grinning in pain as the wounds on his face were involved, Madhu, we can't just let this matter go. "Hey! Drunken chicken, I'm Wang Jing! Mader. Brother, I was beaten up. If you are a brother, drag me a dozen or twenty brothers. If you don't drag one or two hundred brothers, come and help me regain my place." Wang Jing He took out his big brother phone that he was proud of and growled. "No way! With so many people, you're going to fight with them!" The drunkard on the other end of the phone said doubtfully. Zhuo Yi is not in "Movie Dynasty", and Wang Jing, as the nominal second-in-command of "Movie Dynasty", should keep a low profile at this time. That¡¯s right! Why would there be such a big move? "No! Don't I know what the environment is like now? How can I be so arrogant? I just want to fix a guy, but this bastard is very good at beating his mother. A dozen people may not be able to beat him!" Wang Jing! He held his teeth and said fiercely. "Then I know what to do. Where are you? I'll send someone to find you. Don't worry, I will help you get it done." Drunken Chicken replied, then put down the phone, "Aaron, come here, I have something for you to do ¡¡± ¡°Chen Long, a very common Chinese name. People also look very ordinary, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, but their skills are anything but ordinary. The day Drunk Chicken met him was in Temple Street. Dozens of gangsters surrounded him and beat him up. Many of them were armed with knives. Although the final outcome was tragic, there were people lying on the ground moaning all over the place. The little bastard, Chen Long was also covered in blood. His own and his enemy's, but he still stubbornly held on to the street lamp, unwilling to lie down. It was Drunken Chicken who paid to help him settle the matter, and of course also paid to help him heal. Later, Drunken Chicken knew his name, but he only knew that he was from the mainland and knew nothing else. However, Drunken Chicken keenly felt that Chen Long should have been in the mainland combat troops because of his life. The rigorous style of a regular soldier remains in his habits. From then on, everyone on the road knew that there was a powerful guy beside Drunken Chicken. If you want to kill Drunken Chicken, you must first pull out this hard nail. In fact, Drunken Chicken had the idea and confidence to stand on his own, partly because of Zhuo Yi's support, and partly because of Chen Long, who never failed in his work. After the drunk chicken patted his chest and agreed to help, Wang Jing felt relieved. The "Eleven" next door to Mala, I won't kill you, this guy finally put his mind back to the stage of "Miss Hong Kong Beauty Pageant", and also It¡¯s so hard for this guy, as a super pervert, he doesn¡¯t even look at beautiful women in such a session where he is surrounded by beautiful women. "Hey! The beauty on the stage looks so familiar!" Wang Jing murmured in a low voice. "It's the beauty that Sha Sha Shao Shao had his eye on that day! Do you still remember the time when "Miss Hong Kong" was filming the location?" Zeng Zhiwei shouted in a low voice: "Sunshine, beauty, bikini, beach, do you remember? ?" Wang Jing immediately remembered, but?Really? This beauty was the one who was stalking Zhuo Yi on the beach that day. Wang Jing remembered that Zhuo Yi seemed to intend to make this beauty famous? He also personally helped this beauty take a photo album. You know, if a lazy guy like Zhuoyi doesn't have some dirty thoughts in his heart, he will be attentive and take photos for you. Wang Jing still vaguely remembered that this beauty was the hot favorite in the recently rumored "Miss Hong Kong Beauty Contest". She seemed to be called Li Jia or something. Anyway, Wang Jing admired Zhuo Yi for his ability to flatter people, and at that time he was thinking of letting her win. Zhuoyi, a lazy guy, helps and praises the company's artists. At this time, Wang Jing saw the black-faced 'Eleven' in the corner, looking at the beauty on the stage with a leering look, wiping her saliva as obscenely as himself, and suddenly felt shocked and paralyzed, 'Eleven' Doesn't the bastard also want to pick up this woman that Zhuo Yi likes? "No wonder this bastard ran away in a hurry before the concert was over. I guess you want to grab the one our boss likes, but there's no way out!" If the situation were different, if it were another woman, Wang Jing would definitely have to cut off the chicken head with "Eleven", Ma De, you are such a man, this is why he loves beauty and does not want the country! But, now, hey, I hope it¡¯s not "Ding Fengbo Image" who also wants to steal this woman. Otherwise, I will definitely lead the "Movie Dynasty" to defend our boss Zhuo Yi's woman to the death. Wang Jing smiled in his heart and had already thought about it. He also discussed how to drag Zhuo into trouble in the future and crush the "Eleven" and "Dingfengbo Image" together. If Zhuoyi helps, Wang Jing will feel extremely relieved! Regardless of what Wang Jing is, Li Jiaxin finally took the trophy in her hand, the "Miss International Goodwill" trophy. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!