The CEO Is Cold During The Day, And Wants Kisses At Night!

  Chapter 57 saw the blow

   Sure enough, the Buddha relies on gold clothes, and the people rely on clothes.

  She first took a selfie, and then posted it on Moments.

  Ms. Qing is a late sleeper: [Not every day is so beautiful, of course it needs to be recorded. ]

  She loves to post on Moments, but not all the big and small things. Every time she posts on Moments, it must be an interesting copy, or a joke, and then a selfie with makeup.

  Shang Li quickly commented—

  Shang Li: The beautiful girl sent photos, which fascinated me for a while.

  Shang Li: Let’s practice the P-picture technique again, it’s not as good-looking as me at all, okay?

  Shang Li: Like it.

  Wen smiled happily, and replied to Shang Li: This rainbow fart is very satisfying.

   After replying, I saw Shang Yinghan's like.

  After seeing Shang Yinghan's likes, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, and immediately went to all the circles of friends he had posted before.

  She has a lot of friends on WeChat, and each circle of friends has hundreds of likes. This is basically the case for the circle of friends of the Beijing family. The circle of contacts must be cultivated since childhood. Every time she usually doesn't look carefully and likes, it's friends who reply to those comments.

   Now, after swiping down like this, Wen Qing found out that there are likes from Shang Yinghan under each of her circle of friends.

  However, she never knew it was him at that time!

  How long has Shang Yinghan been on her WeChat?

  Knock knock knock-

"Miss?"

"Miss?"

   Uncle Fang came to call her, Wen Qing quit WeChat and put away his phone: "Here we come."

  She walked to the door with her skirt, and Uncle Fang stopped her: "Miss, I'm here to tell you that Madam said that the banquet will be postponed, and we will leave half an hour later."

   "Oh, okay." Wen Qing let go of the hand holding the hem of the skirt, and the skirt fell to the ground, as beautiful as the ripples on the surface of a lake.

   "It doesn't look like an important dinner." If it can be postponed, it must not be that important.

  At the level of Wen Qing's contact, the high-end dinner will not be postponed no matter what happens, or the dinner will be canceled directly.

   Wen Qing waited bored for half an hour.

  But this half hour didn't go well.

  When adjusting the brooch, it got stuck for some reason. I tried to take it off and put it on again, but my finger was pricked because of too much force, and it bled. Seeing the blood dripping from her fingertips, Wen Qing frowned and looked for a Band-Aid, one accidentally tripped over her skirt.

  Blood on her finger smeared her hand.

   My elbow is still bruised.

  Wen Qing: "..."

  What's going on, is this God's will reminding her that tonight will be unlucky and there will be bloodshed?

  Uncle Fang came to call her on time, Wen Qing didn't really believe in such mysterious things, but his heart was also flabbergasted, thinking of what happened to him recently, he suddenly retreated in his heart.

   "Miss, it's time to go." Uncle Fang's voice came again.

  Wen Qing thought that he would be able to see his parents at the dinner party, so he replied, "Here we come."

  She got in the car that came to pick her up, and went to the dinner party in such a nervous mood.

  The driver was arranged by Wen's mother.

  Wen Qing is still very relieved, and the journey is relatively smooth.

   Arriving at the hotel where the dinner was held, before Wen Qing got out of the car, he saw several police cars parked outside the hotel.

  Seeing so many police cars, Wen Qing felt nervous, feeling that something was about to happen, Uncle Fang opened the door for her, and she put down her skirt: "Why are there so many police cars?"

  Uncle Fang shook his head: "I don't know."

   "It doesn't matter, let's go in first." Wen lightly suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and walked in with her skirt.

   She stopped after only a few steps, and Uncle Fang asked, "What's wrong, Miss?"

  Wen Qing looked not far away, a man and a woman in handcuffs being escorted by the police. After she saw clearly, she suddenly staggered.

  Uncle Fang helped her steady.

  Wen Qing was about to shout.

  Uncle Fang's eyes were quick, and he covered her mouth with his hands: "Miss, don't shout."

   Thank you Xiangxiang for your reward, what? (づ￣3￣)づ

  (end of this chapter)