Rebirth wedding night!The paranoid boss got red-faced by me

Chapter 123 Qi Yuan pushes people in the live broadcast
It was not easy for Luo Wenchang, a staid old man with a hard mouth, to thank him.

But everyone present knew that this thank you was due.

This place is too remote, and the ambulance only arrives in an hour. If it wasn't for Qi Yuan's first aid, maybe Luo Wenchang would really have an accident.

Qi Yuan just lowered his head and said nothing.

Luo Wenchang's relatives were abroad, and several old people discussed staying here for two days, waiting for Luo Wenchang to be completely out of danger.

Only then did Li Hongjun ask: "Little apprentice, you even know how to do medicine, why do you carry silver needles with you?"

Qi Yuan froze: "I've learned a little bit... It's just a habit to wear silver needles."

Fortunately, Li Hongjun said: "You are really a good habit. You saved my old friend's life. I will wait here until Lao Luo is completely out of danger before going back. You don't have anything urgent anyway. You can also play here for a few days."

Qi Yuan shook his head and said, "No, I'll go back first."

Li Hongjun said regretfully: "It was not easy for you to come out for a walk, but it turned out that you came here to save Luo Wenchang."

Qi Yuan became even more stiff, with pain hidden deep in his pupils.

She came here on purpose to save Luo Wenchang.

Li Hongjun saw that Qi Yuan was not in a high mood, and he didn't force him to stay, so he only asked Qi Yuan to be careful on the road.

Qi Yuan fled back to the old city as if fleeing.

She used the teacher to get close to Luo Wenchang.

Qi Yuan seemed to be trapped in some kind of dark vortex, struggling in pain.

She just said she should stay away from everyone.

Those who she cares about, those who are kind to her, don't get close to them all.

A person like her has no heart, and for revenge, she will use and hurt without hesitation.

Li Hongjun returned to the ink painting pavilion on the third day, saying that Luo Wenchang brought her a thank you gift.

Qi Yuan dared not go to the ink painting pavilion again.

She is like an evil ghost in the dark, hiding in her own body, constantly torturing herself mentally.

In this way, the second round of the rematch of the Chinese Painting Exhibition was ushered in.

The second round of the competition was held in the cultural hall because of the large number of people.

There is also a live TV broadcast.

Many of the participants were well dressed.

Some wear dresses, some wear national style, everyone hopes to be the most eye-catching one today, whether it is dressing up or painting.

Qi Yuan was wearing an inconspicuous black dress, and his skin was as white as snow.

She seemed to be out of tune with everyone. Although she was beautiful, she was too cold to make people approach her for conversation.

The phone was vibrating, Qi Yuan took out the phone to have a look.

Someone sent a message on WeChat.

It was Lu Ling who had returned to the Lu family in Kyoto on urgent matters.

Lu Ling sent a voice message: "Qi Yuan, I'm watching the live broadcast of the Chinese Painting Exhibition. If you paint well, your family will support you. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't paint well. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

What Lu Ling said, he completely regarded himself as a brother, and regarded himself as a family member.

After Qi Yuan listened, his eyes did not fluctuate, and he put away the phone expressionlessly.

After what happened to Luo Wenchang, Qi Yuan became even colder.

No one should come near her.

She doesn't deserve it.

Perhaps Qi Yuan's desolate demeanor was too unique, the reporter held up the camera and interviewed Qi Yuan.

"Hello, contestant, I think you are very calm. Are you confident about today's rematch? Are you a student from that school?"

Qi Yuan turned his head, frowned slightly, and replied: "Huayi Academy."

She doesn't like being interviewed.

As soon as Qi Yuan turned his head, the reporter looked at Qi Yuan's face, and was a little dazed for a moment, almost forgetting what he asked before.

This face is so good-looking that it is a little out of touch with reality. The pair of loving eyes seem to be filled with water mist, with a kind of distressing fragility for no reason, but the whole person has a kind of dignity and desolation.

Obviously very contradictory temperament, but it is well integrated in this person, unique and beautiful.

It's just that there is a crescent-shaped scar on her face, which seems to be a fresh scar, and her pink skin, as if a child has painted a line on her face with a paintbrush in a prank.

It didn't affect her beauty.

The reporter was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "It turns out that he is a top student of Huayi College, no wonder he is so confident."

Qi Yuan didn't answer.

The reporter was a little embarrassed.

At this time, a figure in a golden dress squeezed over.

Qi Yanran faced the camera with a full smile and said, "I am also a student of Huayi."

Seeing that the reporter didn't ask her after speaking, Qi Yanran looked at Qi Yuan and said, "Sister, why are you here alone, come and join us, we are all friends we know, before the game, it's fun to talk together. "

Qi Yanran was still the same as before, all the decorations on her body wanted to express her nobility.

It's just a pity that the face powder is too thick, it looks fake.

While she was talking, she stretched out her hand to hold Qi Yuan's arm, wanted to show her sisterly love, and showed her face in the live broadcast of the TV station, so as to prepare for finding a way to take Qi Yuan back later.

Even if the two have already torn their faces, so what.

Qi Yanran thinks that with the cameras set up, Qi Yuan would not attack in public as long as he is not a fool.

However, Qi Yanran still doesn't understand Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan stretched out his hand and pushed Qi Yanran away. Qi Yanran, who was wearing high heels, fell unsteadily and fell to the ground, her ankle was twisted and painful.

She looked at Qi Yuan in disbelief.

This is a live broadcast!
Qi Yanran immediately said to the camera with an aggrieved expression: "I don't blame my sister, it was my own carelessness."

The reporter originally frowned, but at the beginning of the interview, he encountered this kind of private discord between the contestants, as if they were sisters.

The reporter hesitated, whether it should be interviewed by another person.

But right now it's a live broadcast, and this kind of thing has already happened, so it's not easy to change people rashly.

on the live screen.

Many people have already scolded the barrage.

"This year's contestants are wild enough! Before the competition started, they pushed people in public."

"Does this mean that the opponent is a competitor, and wants to hurt someone in advance, and then successfully advance?"

"The young people nowadays are so utilitarian."

Occasionally, a weak barrage popped up, "Do you think that the girl who pushes people is really good-looking."

"What's the use of looking good, you have a bad heart, and you don't have a high EQ when you do it in public, but it's really good looking..."

"You people, do you have three views!"

Qi Yuan couldn't see the scolding in the live barrage.

After Qi Yuan pushed the person, her face was indifferent, and she said in a noble and tender voice: "It's not my fault, it's your fault for being too careless, after all, you also accidentally approached me last time, and accidentally left a mark on my face. a scar."

The scars on Qi Yanran's face were covered by the foundation, but the shallow scars on Qi Yuan's face were not covered up at all.

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, the reporter frowned and looked at Qi Yuan's face.

The audience watching the live broadcast also looked at Qi Yuan's face.

It turned out that the scar was made by this crying girl.

This disfigured hatred, such a great hatred, seems to push her, it is not too much...

(End of this chapter)