Chapter 1084

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the downstairs of Yin an Sa's apartment.

She untied her seat belt, and before she got off, she looked at Qiao Qing reluctantly, "Mr. Qiao, thank you for sending me back..."

"You're welcome. There's a regular meeting tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

Qiao Qing's remind, let Yin an Sa's cheek fly two wipe red halo.

It reminded her of being late for her last regular meeting.

She nodded seriously, and assured: "Joe, don't worry, I won't be late again."

"Well, go up."

"See you later, Joe. Slow down on your way back."

She said goodbye and walked to the door of the apartment calmly.

A second before the door ban, she looked back and saw that Qiao Qing's car was always in the same place. For a moment, she wanted to run back to him and tell him her heart.

Impulse is just a moment, Yin an SA or efforts to restrain himself.

At this time, the window of the driver's cab slowly lowered half, he raised his chin toward the door, "go in, it's cold."

In a simple word, Yin ansa felt that he was beginning to get hot all over.

She thought that no woman can resist the kindness and care of a good man.

Even if Joe didn't say it directly, she felt that he must like himself.

Yin ansa didn't open the door of the corridor, or she was looking forward to something impossible.

Night thick, cool, she stood in place for a few seconds, as if a lifetime.

She didn't know how she got into the door, but after a trance, she found that she had been sitting in the living room of the apartment.

Yin an SA can't help but recollect that moment when she looked back at General Manager qiao, it should be called one eye ten thousand years.

Downstairs, when Qiao Qing restarts the car, his indifferent smile is gradually replaced by a sneer.

He took out his cell phone, turned on the dial, and when the other person answered, he said, "Mom, where is it? I'll pick you up. The second one will go back to the old house tonight. Something happened. I need to discuss it with you! "

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The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning.

A live video of the press conference exploded across the network.

In less than ten minutes, a number of topics related to inkstone Shiqi were brushed to the front page.

The press conference is being held in full swing in the conference hall of lichengzun.

The host is not clear, but the woman sitting in front of the camera in tears is a very familiar face.

Miss Lian!

At the same time, Yan Shiqi has arrived at Qiao's entertainment.

She sat in Cheng Yenan's office, watching the live press conference on the iPad screen, her face cold and sarcastic.

"Is she crazy?" Cheng Yenan's hand tightly pinches the edge of the table, listening to the complaints in the live broadcast, he already has the impulse to want to kill.

Inkstone when seven lean on the back of the chair, looking at the video indifferently, "wait for a chance, I also want to ask her, is crazy."

At this time, Ms. Lian sat pale in front of a long row of tables, with three desktop microphones in front of her.

She was holding a tissue in her hand, wiping away her tears, choking and saying, "I really can't help it. Today I will sit here and ask you to comment on me.

We had inkstones for seven or 24 years, but since she married into a rich family, she broke up with us. It's really sad... "

Ms. Lian cried bitterly, and the tears on her face were clearly illuminated by countless flash lights.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Yenan licked his back teeth, "is she the trump card you said?"