Mr.Qiao, love me, are you afraid?

When the car arrived at Jia's door, Su Jinse found that there were more reporters outside the door than just now, with cameras and even lights on, blocking Jia's door.

Su Ma looked out of the window: "my influence is really not small. So many media are waiting for me here."

Su Jinse feels that it's not so simple. Lao Liu honks all the time, but those people are still stuck at the door, and the car can't drive.

Mo Hui gets out of the car to evacuate the crowd. As soon as he gets down, he is surrounded. I don't know what the reporter is telling him. Su Jinse looks at Mo Hui's orange hair dyed by various lights. After a long time, strange halos appear in front of him.

She looked back and said to Su Ma, "Mom, you can shut your eyes for a while, or we can go to a hotel tonight."

"What hotel is my house in front of?"

Mo Hui ran back to the car. Su Jinse pressed the window. Mo Hui's voice was very low: "a familiar reporter said that Tong wanwan informed them that there was a news about Qiao Yi's life experience to give them."

No wonder almost all the reporters in the city are out. Tong wanwan really can't bear this evening.

"Mr. Su, what should we do now?"

Su Jinse looks back at Su ma. She wants to ask her opinion.

But Su Ma, who was still looking at her mobile phone just now, is leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed. She seems to be asleep.

Su Jinse knew that she didn't sleep. She let herself think about it.

She was lying on the side of the window, the glass didn't roll down completely, and the palm of her hand was pinching the thick glass.

Outside noisy, not far from the glare of light, Mo Hui with the palm to Su Jinse block those light.

She didn't have time to think. Suddenly, a sentence that Qiao Yi once said slipped through her mind.

"You'll be happy only if you knock me down?"

Qiao Yi is so confident. It seems that there is no other way to take him except to knock himself down.

Su Jinse hardly gave himself time to think about it. He quickly raised his head and said to Mo Hui, "inform those reporters to hold a small press conference in Jia's conference room half an hour later."

"Good." Mo Hui turned around and went to communicate with those reporters.

Su Jinse drew back from the window. It was too cold outside. She put her face out of the window for a few minutes. Her face would freeze.

Su's mother is still pretending to be sleeping. Su Jinse pulls up the blanket for her: "Mom, don't pretend."

"Fall asleep, don't make a noise." Su Ma snorted and moved her body to make it more comfortable.

She's so talented that she can talk when she's asleep.

Back at Jia's house, Tong wanwan was sitting in the living room waiting for them. Seeing Su Jinse and Su Ma coming in, he ran over: "madam, you're back."

"Well." Su Ma helped the forehead: "sleepy, I went to sleep, you slowly toss."

When Su Ma went upstairs, Su Jinse told aunt Luo to clean up the meeting room, and then the media went in to decorate the lights and cameras.

Tong wanwan is very excited, two hands clenched into fists, and turns around behind Su Jinse, almost hitting Su Jinse's back several times.

Su Jinse stopped and looked back at her: "don't you go upstairs and put on some clothes? Are you going to show up later? "

"Yes, I'll change it right away!"

Joe's, a quiet night.

Qiao Yi is sitting in Qiao Sheng's study reading a book. The light in the room is a desk lamp that Qiao Sheng once brought back from Nepal.

The lampshade made of colorful glass is also colorful.

In fact, this kind of light is not suitable for reading, but Qiao Yi likes it very much.

No matter how boring the book is, the text becomes interesting when illuminated by the five color lights.

What he read was Zizhi Tongjian, and he loved to read this kind of difficult book since he was a child. However, he was too busy. A thick book could only read two pages a day, and he didn't know when to finish it.

Qiao Yi has locked himself in his study for several hours. Xiaoju brings tea in and comes out to tell Ding Fugui: "Er Shao is reading a book! It's quiet

He is quiet, but his rich heart is just like the eight treasures porridge boiling on the stove. He is bubbling and can't calm down at all.

Ding Fugui sat and stood uneasily, walking up and down in the living room, the eyes of the little chrysanthemum were dazzled.

"Assistant Ding, have a cup of tea! I'll make you another pot. "

"No more." Ding Fugui waved his hand: "I've been to the toilet three times."

Before his voice fell, the mobile phone in his hand rang. He was shocked and connected immediately. Then the home phone rang one after another, and Qiao Yi's mobile phone rang in his room.

Small chrysanthemum is stunned: "this is how?"

She ran to answer the phone in the living room: "Hello, yes, Qiao Zhai. What can I do for ER Shao? Who am I? I am... "

After answering the phone, she ran to Ding Fugui and said, "assistant Ding, I'm curious. What did the man say? I don't know the real life of Er Shao. It's strange..."

She didn't notice that big drops of sweat came down from Ding Fugui's forehead: "assistant Ding..."

"The telephone lines at home are all unplugged. Don't answer them." Ding Fugui said it briefly and ran upstairs.

But ran to the door of the study and did not dare to knock on the door, on the door pacing.

Until Qiao Yi said: "it's so noisy. Come in!"

Only then did he dare to push the door in and stand at the door.

The study is too big, and there is no other light, only the glass lamp on the desk, the colorful light projected on Qiao Yi's face, especially magical feeling.

"Joe, Mr. Joe..."

"Stuttering what?" Qiao Yi didn't look up and found a sandalwood bookmark to clip in the page he just read.

"Su Jinse, they held a press conference. Now it's fried outside. All the media are calling to ask about the situation."

"Oh." Qiao Yi closed the book, carefully put the book on the shelf, gently closed the cabinet door: "when you send things, you should have this psychological preparation, what's the panic?"

"Mr. Qiao." Qiao Yi seems to be indifferent, Ding Fugui is not so calm: "if that will is valid, then according to the content of the will, Qiao's and Qiao's family have nothing to do with you."

"I know." Qiao Yi turns off the desk lamp, and the study is dark.

Ding Fugui only heard Qiao Yi's footsteps from far to near. Finally he stood in front of him and opened the door fiercely.

The corridor light shines from behind Ding Fugui and shines on Qiao Yi.

Half light, half dark.

Ding Fugui looks up at Qiao Yi for a long time. Before, he never dared to look at Qiao Yi so closely.

After working for him for so long, Ding Fugui found out that Qiao Yi was not the one he had in mind.

"You go back. I'm going to sleep." Qiao Yi pushes him aside and walks out of the study.

Ding Fugui has been looking at Qiao Yi's back. When he is about to enter his room, Ding Fugui says, "Mr. Qiao, do you really break yourself and make a smile?"

Qiao Yi's hand held on the door handle, pondered and laughed: "I said it like a faint king."