Even, even Qiao Feibai himself couldn't imagine that the Qiao family would directly give up the pursuit of responsibility, making her premeditated car accident a simple drunk driving accident.

Later, when the spring flowers were blooming, a social news came out of Licheng Hospital, a patient surnamed Qiao who had both legs amputated, committed suicide by jumping out of the window in the top ward at the age of 29 because he couldn't stand the pain of rehabilitation.

It is rumored on the Internet that he is the former CEO of Qiao's Entertainment and the girlfriend of the popular actor Pei Tang, Qiao Feibai.

……

That night, Yan Shiqi fell asleep early after taking a bath.

On the first day of arriving in the imperial capital, she was not idle at all times, although the people of the Duanmu family brought her and Wen Cheng so much enthusiasm and warmth, but they still couldn't stop the exhaustion.

After she fell asleep, she didn't know that the melon-eating netizens on the Internet and the masses of a short video launched a wave of boycotts of Internet celebrity perfume at 9 o'clock in the evening.

It is said that this Internet celebrity perfume has added excessive ethanol and heavy metals such as lead, arsenic, and mercury, and many netizens have had allergic reactions due to spraying perfume, and there are even patients with strong allergies who are being admitted to the hospital for observation.

For a time, the boycott of this fragrance surpassed all the news heat at home and abroad.

Even the latest announcements of artists in the circle and Reuters pictures are difficult to attract the attention of fans.

After all, it is an Internet celebrity product, which swept all parts of the country almost overnight, and some keen netizens pointed out that the original spokesperson of this perfume was Yan Shiqi.

Later, for some reason, the endorsement was canceled and replaced by another little diva in the music world.

Now that the little diva's Weibo has completely fallen, countless victimized netizens have swiped the screen under her Weibo, demanding a public apology, and even asking for compensation.

The boss behind this Internet celebrity perfume lost more than 30 million orders in two hours, and the company has also received numerous claims and complaints.

……

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the inkstone woke up quietly.

She blinked sleepily, habitually pulled her phone out from under her pillow, and looked slightly stunned when she saw the time displayed on the screen.

How did she sleep until nine o'clock?

When he turned his head, there was no one around him, the bed was slightly cold, and it was obvious that the man had already gotten up and left.

Yan Shiqi rubbed his hair, and when he sat up, he only felt weak.

After a quick wash, she changed into light loungewear and a cotton dressing gown before leaving the bedroom.

I don't know if the floor heating in the north is too hot, she feels a little dizzy, the tip of her throat is also very dry, even her breathing is not smooth, and her nose is stuffy.

She shook her head, rubbing the tip of her nose as she stepped down the steps.

In short, not very comfortable.

In the living room, only Wen Cheng was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, typing with her mobile phone, and she still had half a cigarette between her fingers.

There was no man in sight, and the slightly open window slowly poured in the cold winter wind, which dispelled the hot temperature in the room.

"Orange Orange ......"

Yan Shiqi called out to her angrily, and only then did she realize that her voice was very wrong.

Wen Cheng looked away from the screen, and when he looked at her with a light expression, he suddenly changed, "Xiaoqi!"

She didn't know what was wrong, she only saw Wen Cheng drop her phone and run towards her, and even the cigarette butt in her hand was thrown directly on the coffee table by her.

Yan Shiqi looked confused, "Huh?"

Wen Cheng was frightened, and the first time she stepped up the steps and rushed in front of her, her hands were shaking.

"Y-What's wrong with you?" Wen Cheng's face turned pale, and he stood on the steps, his hands in the air, at a loss.