Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 557 Sign My Chest

Meanwhile, on the other side.

After Qiao Yimo finished speaking, she stepped off the stage.

The scene was chaotic, and many fans of the author immediately gathered around.

"Qingqing, I really like your works, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

"Qingqing, can you sign it for me? Sign it on my chest."

"Qingqing, please sign my name on my chest too, I promise not to take a bath!"

"Qingqing, I've watched both "Warm Front" and "Warm Front II", and I really like your collaborative style. I can add your contact information so that we can communicate in the future."

Now, what kind of conference is this? It has turned into Qingqing's signing event.

The corner of Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched slightly, and she rolled her eyes at Lin Murong.

Lin Murong was embarrassed, and quickly asked the security guard to take her backstage.

Everyone watched the girl's figure off, and only now became a little quieter.

*
Outside the conference site.

A black Maybach was parked at the door, and the live broadcast of the Tenth Writers Association Conference was playing in the car.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched slightly, and his black eyes stared at the back of the girl on the screen who retreated backstage.

Leng Juan raised his hand to rub his temples, and sighed.

How to do?
His girl is so good, it's really annoying to have so many rivals all of a sudden for no reason.

And let Momo sign her autograph on her chest?crazy?
His genuine boyfriend hasn't received this kind of treatment yet, how could any pheasant dare to make such a request?
Fortunately, Momo didn't agree to that person's conditions in the end, otherwise she would definitely take care of her when she went back!

"Master Tired." Bo Hua stared and swallowed, "Aren't you going to pick Miss Qiao up?"

It only took 15 minutes from Leng's Group to arrive at the scene, but now that it's all here, Master Juan doesn't say a word, and he doesn't know why?
He is puzzled!
"Wait for her to come out." Leng Juan sighed.

If he goes in now, it will definitely cause a panic, after all, he is a married man in the eyes of outsiders, but everyone doesn't know that his wife is Momo.

However, at this moment, more and more cars were parked outside the gate of the conference.

More than ten cars gathered at the gate of the originally deserted conference.

I saw people walking out of the car carrying cameras one by one.

If you guessed right, these reporters came from the TV station to interview Qiao Yimo.

Bo Hua glanced at the rearview mirror and reminded: "Master Tired, according to the battle, if Ms. Qiao doesn't come out now, there will be more people later, and she might not be able to come out next year!"

After the words fell, the man's face sank slightly.

In the next second, he directly reached out to the back seat, took a pair of sunglasses and a hat, put it on his head, took off his suit, and hurriedly opened the car door and walked out.

Seeing this, Bohua also followed closely.

*
Qiao Yimo returned to the backstage, just about to sit down and rest, but out of nowhere, a group of people carrying cameras came out and stared at her face.

What was even more exaggerated was that some reporters were holding a camera in one hand and a pen and paper in the other asking Qiao Yimo to sign it.

"Qingqing, I really like "Warm Front" written by you. Could you please sign it for me?"

"Qingqing, may I ask what you think about being the youngest chairman of the Writers Association in history, can you tell me!"

"I want to interview you about your current mood, can you tell me about it!"

"What wonderful works will you produce next year, can you give me a preview?"

The corner of Qiao Yimo's mouth twitched slightly, but she couldn't get out of it no matter what.

If she had known the reaction to her presence had been so violent, she should have hired a bodyguard.

At this moment, the reporters surrounding her were suddenly cut off.

Qiao Yimo raised her eyes subconsciously.

The eyes of the two collided, and Qiao Yimo's face froze slightly.

The tiredness is also here!
The reporters pointed their cameras at the man walking over, "May I ask who you are?"

Leng Yu didn't answer, and walked directly to Qiao Yimo's position, then stretched out his hand, "I'll take you away."

Although the man was wearing a hat and sunglasses at the moment, Qiao Yimo still recognized her. She nodded, put her small hand on the man's hand, and he led her body over.

The reporters were stunned.

"What's the situation? Where did someone take Qingqing away?"

"Damn it, could it be Qingqing's boyfriend?"

"No way, Qingqing has a boyfriend?"

"Hurry up and stop them!"

Everyone knows that if the man who suddenly appeared is really Qingqing's boyfriend, today's headlines will explode!

They are journalists by profession, and no one wants to miss the opportunity of this big news.

Qiao Yimo's hand was tightly held by the man, and she stepped out of the exit of the conference step by step.

The man opened the car door, and Qiao Yimo sat on it.

After everything was settled, Bohua drove away at a fast speed.

After the reporters came out, only the shadow of a car remained.

A group of reporters froze in place and abruptly missed this opportunity to shoot.

"Damn it, just leave!"

"This must be Qingqing's boyfriend!"

"Although he wears sunglasses, but looking at his figure and face shape, he looks very good!"

"Hurry up and release the news, it will definitely become an explosive headline."

"Fuck, I'm broken in love!" One second in love, the next second in love!
Within a few minutes of posting the photo and video, it became a trending search!
Explosive #Qingqing is actually Qiao Yimo!

Explosive#On how many vests Qiao Yimo has!

Explosive #乔伊波 handsome photo!
Explosive#Qingqing won the youngest chairman of the Writers Association in history!
Explosive#Qingqing has the highest vote rate in history!

Explosive #Qingqing boyfriend!
Explosive#Qingqing was taken away by her boyfriend in the background!
The top ten most searched were all listed by Qiao Yimo.

*
On the black Maybach.

"How do you know I'm here?"

The corner of the man's lips curled slightly, and he said, "Principal Jin told me that you were being taken to the Writers' Association Conference, so I thought about rushing here."

Qiao Yimo smiled and took off his hat and sunglasses.

The man's face was gloomy, slightly jealous, "Just now a male fan asked you to sign his chest, what do you think?"

Qiao Yimo raised her head in embarrassment, trembling slightly: "Did you watch the live broadcast?"

The man snorted coldly, "I really wanted to rush in and take you away without wearing anything just now, and see who dares to covet you." Who dares to covet his cold and tired woman!

Qiao Yimo couldn't help laughing, "They're just talking casually, if I really agree, they might not dare to lift up their clothes and sign for me!"

There are very few male fans of Qingqing.

Unlike Liang Yin's identity.

Liang Yin's identity is 90.00% male fans, if he finds out, he will be jealous!

"That doesn't work either. Now that they all know that you have a boyfriend, whoever dares to make such a request, I will kill him." The man's face was dark and his voice was displeased.

Qiao Yimo rolled her eyes helplessly, stretched out her hand to squeeze his big palm, and then gently circled her fingertips: "Don't be jealous."

Isn't it obvious who she is?
The man watched the live broadcast on the screen in the car, snorted softly, and ignored her.

Bohua looked at the car and seemed to have noticed this, glanced at the bullet screen of the live broadcast from the corner of his eye, and saw that there were bullets such as "Qingqing, I want to marry you" and "Qiao Yimo, I like you" floating on it. screen.

No wonder the man in the back seat is so angry.

The corners of Bo Hua's mouth twitched slightly.

He quickly reached out and turned off the screen on the car.

Qiao Yimo also noticed this, and lightly brushed the chest of the man beside her with her fingertips, "The live broadcast is turned off, why are you still jealous?"

(End of this chapter)