Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the bottom of Yin Ansa's apartment.

She unbuckled her seat belt, and before getting out of the car, she looked at Qiao Qing reluctantly, "Mr. Qiao, thank you for sending me back......"

"You're welcome, there's a regular meeting tomorrow morning, don't be late. ”

Qiao Qing's reminder made Yin Ansa's cheeks fly with two flushes.

It reminded her of her last time she was late for a regular meeting.

She nodded seriously and promised: "Don't worry, Joe, I will not be late again." ”

"Well, go up. ”

"That'...... Goodbye Joe, slow down on your way back. ”

She said goodbye, got out of the car, and walked to the door of the apartment with a pretended calm.

A second before she swiped the door control, she looked back and saw that Qiao Qing's car had always stopped in place, and for a moment she actually wanted to run back and complain to him.

The impulse was only for a moment, but Yin Ansa still tried his best to restrain himself.

At this time, the window of the cab was slowly lowered halfway, and he raised his chin in the direction of the gate, "Come in, it's cold." ”

With a simple sentence, Yin Ansa felt that his whole body was starting to get hot.

She thought that no woman could resist the courtship and concern of a good man.

Even if Joe didn't say it directly, she felt that he must like herself.

Yin Ansa didn't open the door of the corridor for a long time, or she was expecting something that would not happen at all.

The night was thick and the wind was cool, and the few seconds she stood in place seemed to have passed a lifetime.

She didn't know how she got through the door, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that she was already sitting in the living room of the apartment.

Yin Ansa couldn't help but reminisce, the moment she looked back at Mr. Qiao just now should be called a glance for ten thousand years.

Downstairs, when Qiao Qing restarted the car, his indifferent smile was gradually replaced by a sneer.

He took out his mobile phone, opened the dial pad, and waited for the other party to answer before he said: "Mom, where is it? I'll pick you up, the second child will go back to the old house tonight, something happened, I need to discuss it with you!"

……

The next day, the eighth day of the new year, ten o'clock in the morning.

A video of the press conference in a live broadcast exploded all over the network.

In less than ten minutes, a number of topics related to Yan Shiqi were swiped to the homepage.

The press conference is in full swing in the conference hall of Lichengzun.

The organizer didn't know, but the woman sitting in front of the camera with tears in her eyes was a very familiar face.

Ms. Lian!

At the same time, Yan Shiqi had arrived at Qiao's Entertainment.

She sat in Cheng Yenan's office, watching the live broadcast of the press conference on the Ipad screen, with a cold and sarcastic expression.

"Is she crazy?" Cheng Yenan's hand squeezed the edge of the table tightly, listening to the accusations in the live broadcast, he already had the urge to kill.

Yan Shiqi leaned back in the chair and looked at the video indifferently, "When I have the opportunity, I also want to ask her if she is crazy." ”

At this time, Ms. Lian sat at a long table with a pale face, and three desktop microphones were placed in front of her.

She held a tissue in her hand, kept wiping her tears, and said while choking, "I really can't help it, I'll just sit here today and ask you to give me a review."

We have raised Yan Shiqi for twenty-four years, but since she married into a wealthy family, she has cut off relations with us, which is really sad......"

Ms. Lian wept bitterly, and countless flashes illuminated the tears on her face very clearly.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Yenan licked her back molars, "She is the trump card you say?"