Delicate Wife Is too Attractive

"It doesn't matter anymore, but I don't want that to happen again." Xia Qingli bit her lower lip and didn't want to show her timidity.

Mu Yalan smiled, but the smile was cold and chilling.

"Anything else?" She raised her eyes and looked at the woman who had framed her several times.

"This press conference is called the only love, and Lu Qian called me to participate with him. The intention is obvious. I hope you can consider it clearly."

Mu Yalan's eyes were scarlet. When she received the notice, she actually had some accidents, but she was willing to do 100 things that could hurt Xia Qingli.

The fist hanging on the side of the body clenched slightly. Xia Qingli's eyes were sour and cold.

Yes, the meaning is obvious.

My head is so messy, like a plate of paste, I can't find any thoughts.

The nail sank into the palm, and the cold feeling rose from the soles of her feet and shrouded her whole body.

"So what?" She opened her mouth to retort, and her heart was already dripping with blood.

At this moment, she realized more how embarrassing her position is now.

Looking at the surging waves under her calm expression, Mu Yalan's sarcasm became more and more prosperous. He looked at her sarcastically, then turned and hurried to Lu Qian's office.

Xia Qingli's chest fluctuated violently. She patted gently, trying to calm herself down, but those things were like crazy vines, making it difficult to breathe.

Walking to the office, Mu Yalan couldn't hide the smile on her face, but Lu Qian's gloomy face was especially dignified.

"I called you this time. It's just a part of the plan. Don't care too much."

He said coldly, the disgust in his eyes flashed by, and then continued to immerse himself in dealing with the documents.

Mu Yalan's face was immediately bloodless. She was wronged, and her heart was full of hatred for Xia Qingli.

"It's considerate of you to let me come, otherwise you'll be laughed at."

She raised her eyebrows, picked up her bag, sat on the sofa, looked up at Lu Qian at this time, and a trace of pride crossed her face.

I just want to see how Xia Qingli will look when he sees himself with Lu Qian at the press conference.

For a long time, Lu Qian finished processing the documents on his desk, closed his laptop, sorted out his clothes and prepared to go out.

Mu Yalan's eyes lit up, followed behind him, put his hands around his arms, and was infinitely gentle.

Lu Qian wanted to take it back quietly, but she held it tightly. The strong aroma on her body made people sick.

"What are you doing?" His face was so gloomy that he could drip water. He sneered, "it's just to perform a play. Don't be so serious."

Breathing a stagnation, Mu Yalan bit her lower lip, still didn't let go, but pushed open the door of the office.

"It's all about acting."

Yu Guang looked into the corridor from time to time and wanted to find Xia Qingli. She should let her know who the man in front of her belongs to.

There was a storm in his eyes. Lu Qian's Adam's Apple moved and walked downstairs quickly. At this time, the door of Xia Qingli's office was closed, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Mu Yalan raised his lips and was particularly proud on his face.

"You'd better know your position, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." Lu Qian saw her little movements in his eyes, and her voice was frighteningly cold.

The cold air fainted from the bottom of her heart. Mu Yalan tightened her body, but when she thought of Xia Qingli's ugly look, she didn't care about any threat, and said sharply, "you don't dare, otherwise I'll tell all the truth."

In the office, Xia Qingli buried her head in the computer. In the surveillance video, the two snuggled up to each other, as if a sword pierced the whole heart.

"It's really love." She wanted to cry bitterly, and finally saw through that he had become someone else's fiance.

Once touched really can't be equated with love. How can I trust myself with enthusiasm?

Nancy's knock on the door startled Xia Qingli, quickly closed the surveillance video, picked up the file and went out with her.

Nancy talked to her many times, but she didn't get an answer. She looked at her and didn't say more.

The press conference was full of people. Many photographers with long guns and short guns were shooting at Lu Qian and Mu Yalan.

Lu Qian's tall body was a little stiff, but the woman on one side had a concave shape.

Xia Qingli smiled bitterly at the corners of her mouth, sat aside to sort out the documents and pricked up her ears to listen to their movements.

He clenched his fist and despised a series of small moves in his heart, but no matter how to convince himself, Yu Guang still followed Lu Qian.

"It's useless."

Those unspeakable feelings, give up and feel distressed.

Seeing Xia Qingli's trance, Nancy patted her on the shoulder and looked dignified: "you can't be distracted on formal occasions."

Nodding, Xia Qingli clenched her lower lip, took out her pen and scribbled on the blank paper. She wanted to vent her mood at this time and didn't want to bring it into the next press conference.

But the ear still listens to the movement on the other side.

"It's said that the theme designed by President Lu this time is all for your fiancee. Is it like this?"

When the reporter asked questions and cut to the point, everyone looked at them with envy.

Mu Yalan immediately answered the conversation, her face covered with a thick foundation, and could not conceal the look on her face.

"Yes, he is so kind to me before he gets married. I can't imagine what will happen after marriage."

"I'm sure I'll spoil you." The reporter took pictures quickly and said flatteringly.

Listening to the harmony below, Lu Qian still kept his face cold, neither admitting nor denying it.

"I wonder if you two have set a wedding date?"

Every time the reporter asked a question, it was like a heavy hammer that hit Xia Qingli's heart. She wanted to block her ears with her fingers, but she didn't want to let go of every word.

There was a trace of expectation in her heart. She imagined that Lu Qian would refuse and make Mu Yalan ugly on the stage, but unexpectedly, after several questions, she didn't hear the answer she wanted to hear.

The original hope disappeared a little. She smiled at herself and rubbed her temples in pain. There was a faint fatigue between her eyebrows and eyes.

"What a fool."

No one felt her strange in the noisy environment. I like you like a thorn stuck in my throat. I can't spit it out.

Lu Qian's Yu Guang watched the little woman in the corner with her head down. Her heart was like being pinched by a big hand. She couldn't breathe.

Now I seem to be on a dead end and it is difficult to turn back.

When Mu Yalan caught this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how could she let Xia Qingli go and pick her eyebrows. When she saw her, she deliberately grabbed Lu Qian's hand on the table.

She wants Xia Qingli to see with her own eyes that what she likes is held in others' hands. How should she feel?

Feeling that his hand was gripped, Lu Qian subconsciously wanted to take it back. The flash in front of him kept flashing. The reporters seemed to catch the headlines and beat it fiercely.

"Do you want to get married with the ball?"

"Did the president's wife participate in this theme?"

Hearing this address, Mu Yalan's smile became stronger and stronger.

"I'm not married yet. I can't be called a wife."

Her voice was soft and full of disappointment.

As soon as the reporter listened, he continued to follow the good advice and asked, "when do you get married?"

Everything arranged and the woman's careful thinking were all seen by Lu Qian. His eyes stared at her deeply.

But mu Yalan did not stop.

"It's all a matter of time, isn't it?"

She skillfully leaned against Lu Qian's shoulder, surrounded his arm and shook it gently, like a couple in love.

The Obsidian eyes flashed coldly, choked and couldn't say a word. He subconsciously looked at Xia Qingli, and she still didn't respond.

"I don't know." I spit out three words coldly, and I feel a strange feeling on my legs.

Mu Yalan hit him under the platform.

His face was more relaxed and sober. Only then did he react that it was a press conference. No matter how much he hated the women around him, he couldn't show it.

"There is no plan yet. Let it be."

The cool official voice was heard in Xia Qingli's ears, which made her heart tighten.

Everything goes its own way. Don't you want to get married with the ball?

Yu Guang watched the two people snuggle up sweetly. The women smiled like flowers, and the men looked handsome and cold. The following group of people boasted and praised, and the picture was particularly harmonious.

She seemed to have been abandoned by others, and she couldn't spit out the depression in her heart. She didn't even know whether Lu Qian was playing at this time, or something else.

After asking Nancy for leave, Xia Qingli withdrew from the press conference.

On the path of the hall on the first floor, surrounded by green trees, there are occasional bird calls, which is particularly quiet.

She breathed heavily and shrugged slightly. When she relaxed, the whole person collapsed on the stone bench.

His face was numb, his strength was exhausted, and his sight gradually blurred.

His expectation was crumpled into a ball and completely crushed. He was speechless disappointed and couldn't even analyze it. What was Lu Qian's mood at this time.

The cool wind slapped on his face and blew away the hot sweat. The coolness brought by it made Xia Qingli more and more sober. His fingers were suddenly grasped by his warm little hands.

Her eyes suddenly widened.

"Who?"

She said this in horror. She saw a child like a porcelain doll holding her fingers, taking out a paper towel from his pocket and gently rubbing it.

Looking down, it turned out that the tip of his finger was stained with black ink, and the child was trying to wipe it.

"Little sister, your hands are so beautiful. You should take good care of them."