Chapter 158

Chu Jin narrowed his eyes and threw the bunch of roses on one side of the ground. A very relaxed and uninhibited smile appeared on his face. "Yi Qiao, you dare not gamble. Why?"

He whispered, his sharp eyes full of complicated light.

"Because of Lu Yan, or... Mo Beiting?"

Yi Qiao married Mo Beiting, which was unexpected.

Since Lu Yan died, he has been waiting for a suitable opportunity, waiting for her to forget Lu Yan, waiting for her to accept him.

What he didn't expect was that when he took care of the company's affairs and made a lot of time, she had quickly and suddenly married a strange man.

In his heart, he has been holding his breath. Yesterday, he was ridiculed by Chu Rongrong. At this moment, his whole body is obviously embarrassed.

Yi Qiao looks at him straight, some sullen on the face, "Chu Jin, no matter be because of Lu Yan, or Mo Beiting, have nothing to do with you."

This is a sharp cut to the heart.

Chu Jin even feels that the whole body's skin is pricked by her clear eyes.

His face was slightly ugly, and he was seldom so refuted.

However, Yiqiao accounts for the majority of this small part.

"Shen Yiqiao, you are really..." he just wants to cry without tears, "sooner or later you will be angry to death, let's go, go up."

Just a moment ago, the confrontation turned into a warm painting style.

Yi Qiao

……

The design department and the business department are not on the same floor.

The elevator door clanked.

Slowly back to both sides.

Yi Qiao first.

Chu Jin gentleman's raise hand to block elevator's door, wait for her to go out, just take back hand.

When the elevator door closed and there was only one last crack left, he said, "yejo, I'm serious."

Yi Qiao turns head, Chu Jin's figure has already disappeared behind the elevator closed door!

She turned on the computer and habitually went to the tea room to pour coffee. On the narrow aisle, she almost met Yao Jing.

Yao Jing holding the cup, face very haggard, even if the makeup can not cover.

See Yi Qiao, she then think of Chu Jin last night to her humiliation, the eyes instantly show a mean sneer cold meaning, those ugly satire words also want to blurt out, but suddenly think of Yi Qiao's identity, and forcefully swallow those words back.

The reaction was too quick.

The tip of the tongue was bitten by a tooth.

The smell of blood filled my mouth instantly!

Her expression is twisted and ferocious, frowning and staring at Yi Qiao.

Yi Qiao doesn't know that she and Chu Jin last night's entanglement, is she sees puzzling, "quiet elder sister, what's the matter?"

Yao Jing seemed to find a vent and snorted coldly, "how dare I tell you, if you blow the pillow wind to Mo Dong, I'll have to beg under the bridge tomorrow."

Now all the people in the company know that she has a lot to do with Mo Beiting, and she doesn't have the affectation to argue, "Mo Dong is not a person who doesn't divide public and private. You can rest assured, sister Jing."

“……”

Yao Jing was so angry that she almost didn't breathe. She glared at her and went straight away.

She muttered: "it's true that you can put money on your face. A man doesn't admit your identity publicly. On the contrary, people from the company pass you on so badly that you still feel shameful."

Yi Qiao's listening is very good, Yao Jing did not avoid her, it seems to be specifically for her.

She listened word for word.

However, there was no anger.

Even to the point: I really don't think there is a long face.

……

After work in the afternoon, Mo Beiting sent her a message, had a dinner party in the evening, and asked her to take a taxi.

Yi Qiao packed things down the stairs, just saw an empty car parked on the roadside.

"Master, are you going?"

She bent over and looked habitually through the half open window of the co pilot.

The driver looked up at Yiqiao's face and inserted the photo into a book. "Go."

Yi Qiao opened the door of the back seat and sat in.

The car starts and rushes out quickly. When it joins the main road, the speed slows down sharply.

This time point is the rush hour, the car blocked a long string, eye-catching, all a striking red.

Yi Qiao looked at the meter in front of her. She put her hand into the bag and held the Swiss Army knife for self-defense. She covered her mouth with the other hand and leaned against the door with a sad face. "Master, I feel a little sick and want to vomit. You stop the car."

The driver doesn't dial the meter or ask the passengers where to go, so he drives directly.

There's definitely a problem.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "You can't stop here. There's monitoring in front of you. After this period of waiting..."

Talking, the front is blocked again.

The car had to stop slowly.

Yi Qiao takes a good look at this opportunity and reaches out to pick the handle of the door. As soon as it is opened, she is covered with a handkerchief from behind.

A bad smell of stimulation inhaled into the heart, Yi Qiao in front of a black, fainted.

At this time, she should be afraid and panic, and think about a lot of things, such as why this person kidnapped her, what her purpose was, how she informed people, whether Mo Beiting would find her missing, and then find her.

But none. At that time, there was only one idea in her mind.

What's this handkerchief for? It stinks.