For a student who hasn't graduated yet, what he can do, he can't do anything, at most let Qiao Jinhua teach him a lesson.
There is a knock at the door.
Mo Beicheng put his hands in his pockets and sat on his desk with one foot on his back. "Come in."
Assistant Zhang pushed the door in with a quick look. First he looked at Qiao Jinhuai and said, "Mo Dong, President Qiao and Miss Chen are being interviewed by the media."
Qiao Jinhuai twisted her eyebrows, stood up from her position, took the remote control board to turn on the TV, "why does she accept the media interview?"
Assistant Zhang looked at Mo Beicheng's face. "Miss Chen..."
He hesitated. "It's about the wife."
Mo Beicheng's eyes suddenly swept over, a pair of dark deep eyes extremely fierce, like the beast lurking in the jungle, alert, fierce.
Zhang assistant was swept by his one eye wind, people are stiff, see Qiao Jinhuai constantly change the channel, Zhang assistant quickly took the remote control board, "I come, general manager Qiao."
His action is very fast, directly find the live station, press the past.
Chen Baimo's figure soon appeared on the screen. She was wearing a white national style embroidered skirt, and her hair was simply and loosely braided into several braids.
Unlike her apparently well matched outfit, she had no make-up, pale face, red and swollen eyes, and a dignified look of being wronged and trying to maintain calm.
Mo Beicheng narrowed his eyes and came down from the desk, leaning slightly against the edge of the desk.
It's on TV.
It's a bit of a mess.
The reporter took the microphone and surrounded Chen Baimo,
She was stumbling in high heels.
Qiao Jinhuai was bored: "these people are really reluctant."
Chen Baimo saw that when he went out, he was stopped by the reporter blocking the door.
Assistant Zhang was embarrassed, "... Mr. Qiao, don't worry."
The reporter holding the microphone, hard forward together: "Miss Chen, I would like to ask you at the beginning and Mo three little break up because of God Nanqiao's intervention?"
Chen Baimo
"Miss Chen, please answer our question. Have you made up with San Shao?"
Qiao Jinhuai looked at Mo Beicheng, who had never spoken, and slightly frowned.
None of them knew what Chen Baimo would say. Nanqiao's reputation was bad enough now.
"This matter," Chen Baimo's voice through the surrounding noise, clearly into their ears, "also can't blame Miss Shen, at the beginning if I didn't for work with Beichen had a difference, and has been stubborn refused to be soft, also won't make this step today."
Although she didn't understand that Nanqiao was involved in her feelings, her tone and the expression of crying were enough to make people understand the hidden meaning.
There was an uproar among the reporters.
Qiao Jinhuai turned to see Mo Beicheng again. He half narrowed his eyes and smoked. His eyes fell on Chen Baimo's face in the screen. The light and shadow in his eyes were bright and dim, and he could not see the specific emotion.
Aware of his sight, Mo Beicheng's pretty features wrinkled and scolded, "just watch TV. Why do you watch me?"
“……”
Qiao Jinhuai turned to watch TV again.
The more you look, the more annoying you are.
I really want to throw a remote control to kill this woman on TV.
Damn it.
He has a long mouth.
Smelling the smell of smoke, his addiction to smoking also came up, lit a, slowly spit out a mouthful of smoke: "what vision did you have?"
Mo Beicheng
When she didn't hear the sound, Qiao Jinhuai planned to turn her head to see it again. As soon as she had a little bit of "bang", a pen just hit his head.
He covered the smashed place and looked at the black pen rolling down on the ground. "You smashed it with a pen, want to kill me?"
He threw with force.
It really hurts.
The brain is buzzing.
Qiao Jinhuai didn't want to look at the woman's face. She raised her hand to turn off the TV. Mo Beicheng stopped her. "Don't turn it off."
He bit the back teeth tightly and threw the remote control board on the coffee table.
Now he wants to curse people, but he doesn't care if Chen Baimo is mo Beicheng's ex girlfriend. That woman is so hypocritical.
On the screen, the Q & A continues.
Qiao Jinhuai yawned and kicked the coffee table with his legs up. After all, he didn't dare to look back at someone.
"Miss Chen, are you going back to America?"
Chen Baimo said with a wry smile, "ballet is my lifelong dream. I used to think that I would dance on that stage until I can't dance, but now I can't go back. My interview with you today is also to announce that I officially quit the ballet stage."