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After Xie Shiyi and Yun Bixue came out of the police station, her cognition of the young lady went to another level, and she was really excited and admired in her heart, but they never showed any expression as dead soldiers, so they always followed Yun Bixue respectfully.

Back at the residence, Yun Bixue threw the bag aside, sat on the sofa, closed her eyes and lay down for a while, then opened her eyes and looked at Xie Shiyi, and said lightly: "Eleven, what do you think of what Li Erkong said?"

"Young lady, my subordinates think that Li Erkong has told everything he can know, and he didn't lie, so he didn't dare to lie."

Yun Bixue sighed, "Yes, he didn't lie, so this matter is not so simple, according to what he described, it should be related to the people of Ning'an City, this matter is very complicated, it is a conspiracy, but since we have come to Zibei City, we can't retreat, you pay more attention to the people around you during this time, don't let strangers approach our residence." ”

"Yes."

Yun Bixue has been thinking about today's things in her mind, and finally fell asleep on the bed with a headache, and when she got up at night, she picked up the mobile phone on the table to check the time, and found that there was a missed call, and a text message, which was from her family, Mr. Xie.

The text message reads, "Madam, take care of yourself, don't let me worry, everything is with me, make yourself happy, good night." ”

Looking at this text message, Yun Bixue was very touched, her heart was sour and warm, and the whole person also woke up, she turned on the desk lamp and looked at the time, it was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and it was too late to call back now, in case she woke him up.

So Yun Bixue read the text message several times, then put the phone in her heart and took a deep breath, with the only bright smile of the day on her face, and finally fell asleep with the phone in her arms.

At night, Xie Limo couldn't find Yun Bixue, so he called Xie Shiyi to make sure that Yun Bixue was asleep and not unwell, so he was at ease, but he still sent her a text message with some unease.

When working in the study, Xie Limo also began to check his mobile phone from time to time, and there was no news, he touched his pale cherry lips, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly, he had already passed the most nostalgic time, how could he have the feelings of being twenty years old

He knew that sometimes he really didn't look like himself in the face of his wife.

Yun Bixue has been busy promoting the new drama in Zibei City, no matter what the outside world comments or speculation about her Xueyue Group, she still insists on doing her own thing and does not delay anything.

And those public opinions against her, although they have a negative impact, are also the best advertising effect, and they have done free publicity for her new drama.

When public opinion reached a critical point, Yun Bixue announced that a press conference would be held to explain the cosmetics allergy incident of Xueyue Group.

When Yun Bixue sent out the news, the major media in Zibei City began to pay attention, and they were all ready to ask Yun Bixue what to say that day.

On this day, the press conference started on time at eight o'clock, Yun Bixue drove to the venue, but she was stuck in traffic at the intersection halfway because of a traffic accident, and seeing that the time was almost up, Yun Bixue was very anxious.

Looking around, she finally saw a battery car, she ran over with her skirt without thinking, stopped the battery car, and sat directly on it.

"Go to the Zilai venue, arrive before eight o'clock, and the thousand yuan will be yours." As she spoke, Yun Bixue took out the thousand yuan in her wallet and showed it to the person wearing a helmet in front of her.

"Yun Bixue, it's really different from the rumors" The man's voice was full of enchantment, with a seductive tone, which made people tremble. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.