Delicate Wife Is too Attractive

"I think Qin youyou has no scruples. Instead, he takes the old feelings as a knife and carves them in your heart."

Lu Qian's voice was low and hoarse. His fingers held Xia Qingli's cold palm tightly. After stepping on the brake, he held her trembling body in his arms.

Xia Qingli was caught off guard and fell into a warm embrace. She pushed him with a red face. Looking at his gray eyes with a smile, her tight lips picked up the bag in the back seat.

"What should I do now?"

"Will you stay with me?"

Lu Qian put his stubble chin against her smooth neck and gently rubbed it with bewitchment in his tone.

"No, I don't want to go back to work."

"Then tell mom about it and let her rest assured?" Lu Qian induced her to compromise and smiled between her eyes and eyebrows.

She clenched her lower lip, scratched a thick line in her eyes, and nodded slightly.

"I hope you can give me some time. It must be up to me."

Lu Qian naturally respected her ideas. His fingers brushed the messy hair behind his ears, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with tenderness.

At this time, in Leng's group, Qin Youyou, who had finished work, cleaned up his desk and saw Zhao Jiayuan straighten up and come in.

"What's up?" She frowned and looked a little confused.

I didn't want to say those words in front of the camera today, but Zhao Jiayuan has been making a noise in her ear.

"It's all right. I just want to chat with the vice president. Have you forgotten the pain of losing your memory? Why don't you say everything you know in front of the camera today? " Zhao Jiayuan pressed step by step, her chest fluctuated violently because of anger, and a pair of angry eyes stared at Qin youyou.

This made Qin youyou feel guilty, and the confusion between his eyebrows became more and more serious: "so? Do you want me to talk Xia Qingli to pieces in front of the media? "

She has some reservations. After all, she has heard her father talk about the relationship between the two people these days. Although she has been interrupted by her unhappiness every time, her heart has changed more or less.

Zhao Jiayuan sneered and sat on the sofa like a landlady with her legs folded: "of course, these photos can be taken by Leng. Why don't you make it harder?"

"Facts..."

"Without the truth, everyone will only believe the truth he wants. I hope you can tell everyone what you know about Xia Qingli as soon as possible so that they won't be deceived again." Coldly said these words, raised his eyes and saw that the door of the office was slowly pushed open. Lengao frowned and came in.

"How are things going?"

"It's all very good. Today's reputation of the studio has been questioned. It's said that Rongshu will hold a press conference tomorrow."

Rubbing his eyebrows, Rong Shu directly threw himself down on the sofa, grabbed Zhao Jiayuan's white thigh under the table and rubbed it gently.

With spring on her face, she looked up at Qin Youyou, pressed down all her emotions and looked at him coyly.

"It doesn't matter. This matter will only get darker and darker. No one will believe that they have nothing to do with each other." Looking at his cold and arrogant face, Qin youyou panicked and subconsciously came to him from his desk.

Leng Ao quickly took back his arm, his face was still gloomy and leaned against the sofa, and Lengjun's face became ferocious at this time.

Qin youyou subconsciously shrank. She had never seen him with such a cruel temper, but she thought she wouldn't hurt herself. Only then did she have the courage to lean on his shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. I think Rongshu can't explain the relationship between the two people tomorrow, which won't cause too much damage to the company."

After listening to these words, he raised his head and faced Qin youyou directly. His deep eyes were full of resentment. He raised his eyebrows at her: "you know, now that we are together, we must focus on our career and don't consider others. Both of us are the place where the weak eat the strong."

Qin youyou wanted to say everything in his throat. Just looking at his dignified face, he swallowed it and nodded stiffly.

Zhao Jiayuan was naturally unhappy. She was cold and arrogant last night and talked sweet to herself. Unexpectedly, she hugged Qin youyou in front of her face today, and her heart became more and more bitter.

Her fingernail fell into the palm of her hand, mottled with red marks, and her hatred became more and more serious.

Xia Qingli, Qin Youyou, I must make you two look good, let you pay for everything you have done, and know what will happen if you annoy me.

The next morning, Rong Shu was anxious to hold a press conference. On the contrary, Lin Wanqing sat quietly aside and shook his head slowly.

"President, with your playfulness, you don't need to hold a press conference to defend Xia Qingli. These lace news will pass in a day or two."

Lin Wanqing frowned deeply. With a flash of dignity between her eyebrows, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked through the documents in front of her again.

"What do you mean? I'm the one who sticks to my bottom line. " Rongshu's face was full of pride. Of course, he knew that he had countless lace news. Only this time did he get on the news.

"I know you stick to the bottom line, or let president Fang make a statement for you. Don't waste personnel holding a press conference." Lin Wanqing still insisted on his position and looked through the documents faintly in her eyebrows.

Hearing these words, Fang Yuan had to stand between them. Now he knew that although Lin Wanqing was Rong Shu's secretary, he was dealing with everything about him and knew all the methods like the back of his hand.

Now cold treatment is the biggest way to benefit, not to mention today's stock fluctuations, there must be no more news.

Rongshu looked helpless, angrily shook his arm, turned and disappeared in the office.

Listening to the sound of his footsteps, Lin Wanqing's calm face was gloomy, and only he could feel the sadness between his eyebrows.

"Are you..."

The square probe blinked at Lin Wanqing, and the smile on the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger.

He has worked in the mall for nearly 20 years and is naturally good at observing words and expressions.

"Eyes into the sand, nothing." Lin Wanqing answered calmly and glanced at the place where Rongshu disappeared. Of course, she knew that he had gone to the editorial office at this time.

But I didn't want to wait to walk to the door of the editorial department. The woman in sexy black miniskirt appeared in the stairwell with exquisite makeup and red thin high heels, facing the Rong tree walking down the stairs.

"Long time no see?" The voice was a little gentle and nodded to the Rong tree.

When Rong Shu heard a woman talking to him, he would flirt with him. Now he was full of resentment and didn't answer at all. She rushed downstairs, but didn't want a woman to fall in his arms in three or two steps.

He looked at the woman in front of him coldly, quickly threw her aside, and subconsciously stepped back: "who are you?"

"I know that the president of Rongda forgets many things. He doesn't remember me. I'm Zheng xiuna."

Zheng xiuna, who was thrown away, stood firm in three or two steps. Her peach eyes looked at him affectionately, and her body twisted forward and approached him from time to time.