Xia Chun hears Mu Sen's words, but her eyes stagnate. Qi Yunzhe uses her painting as wallpaper?
She really doesn't know about it.
Xia Chun doesn't have the habit of reading Qi Yunzhe's mobile phone. She saw some short videos on the Internet before. A couple and a girl said in his ear that they want to see his mobile phone when the boy is sleeping.
As a result, the boy woke up like a ghost and found that it was his girlfriend's temptation and pretending to be innocent.
When Xia Chun saw this scene at that time, she felt strange and didn't quite understand the girl's idea. This temptation was meaningless.
Even if the boys don't win, the girls will still be unwilling. They will feel that their plot has been seen through by the boys. Next time, they will still find a chance to test it.
Until finally tested out, the girl was furious and might provoke contradictions between the two. Therefore, this is something she will do only after she has nothing to do.
Xia Chun also talked about it with Qi Yunzhe at that time. As a result, the guy threw his mobile phone directly to her and said coldly, "no password."
She meant to be happy. She didn't want to see it at all, and she really didn't see it.
So, hearing Mu Sen's words at the moment, Xia Chun feels more and more incredible. After all, Qi Yunzhe has said countless times that her paintings are messy, which is the level of kindergarten.
"You must have made a mistake. You don't know, that guy is hitting me all day." Xia Chun's words are angry, but there is a smile in his eyes.
Anyway, she never put Qi Yunzhe's words in her head. How generous she is.
"I can't make a mistake. The president told me himself." Mu Sen said firmly on his face.
He also accidentally caught a glimpse of it and was amazed at that time. After all, the president's mobile phone has always been set at the factory for ten thousand years.
He has been with the president for so many years. He has never seen him change the screen wallpaper. Moreover, it is still such a small and fresh color.
Xia Chunying smiled. If it was true, of course she was happy and a little pride came into her heart.
Unexpectedly, Qi Yunzhe is also a kind of integrity.
For a long time, their car suddenly stopped. Xia Chun looked ahead and couldn't help looking stiff.
"... shouldn't it be a traffic jam?" Xia Chun asked weakly.
Is it true that what you don't want to happen will always happen
Mu Sen looked at the closely arranged cars in front of him and looked at the time. "There's still an hour, another kilometer, it's time."
With so much time, even if you walk over, it's too late, let alone drive.
Xia Chun was relieved when she heard this. Fortunately, she thought she was really so unlucky.
However, five minutes later, their car moved forward no more than ten meters. At this time, Mu Sen's eyebrows were also wrinkled together.
Mu Sen turned the music in the car into a traffic broadcast. Only then did he know that there had been a series of car accidents on the road in front of them.
In other words, they will be stuck here for a while and a half.
Xia Chun wants to cry without tears. She's really afraid of what comes. She can't be late today. "I'll go there myself."
She said, then picked up the bag beside her, hurriedly opened the door and got off the bus. Her figure shuttled through the dense vehicles and went in the direction of the University.
Mu Sen is also helpless. No matter how powerful he is, he can't expect to encounter a traffic jam on the road.
However, the distance is not far, and there is plenty of time. Xia Chun should have time.
"Damn it, I don't know when to wait." Mu Sen was a little angry and hated the feeling of traffic jam.
At this time, the phone rang suddenly in the car, "Mr. Qi, we had a car accident. No, no, no, no, my wife is fine. It's a traffic jam. The car can't move. My wife passed by first..."
Mu Sen reported the situation to Qi Yunzhe. He looked over the rearview mirror and saw something on the seat behind him.
What's that?
"... no, Mr. Qi, Mrs. Qi's painting tools seem to have fallen on the car!"
When Xia Chun just left, he only took a carry on bag with him. Mu Sen covered his face and forgot to bring a gun on the battlefield. I'm afraid their president's wife could do such a thing.
Obviously, Qi Yunzhe scolded at the other end of the phone.
Mu Sen was also extremely helpless. He thought it was safe. Why didn't he notice it.
"Mr. Qi, I'll send it now. I'm afraid it's too late."
On the other hand, Xia Chun rushed to the place in a hurry. She was stunned by the sea of people in front of her. Countless people gathered. It can be seen how fierce the competition in this competition is.
The front team has entered the venue. Of course, among so many people, many are the family members of the contestants and the audience.
Xia Chun's figure is not high. At present, she is blocked by the crowd and can't see the situation in front.
She gently tilted her toes to check, but the crowd suddenly surged up, her body was squeezed in the middle, suddenly lost her center of gravity and fell to one side.
"Ah!" Xia Chun screamed, taking a step backward to stabilize her figure, but she felt her feet soft.
"My shoes, you are blind!" a curse came from behind.
Xia Chun realized that it was bad. She quickly moved her feet away, carefully shrunk up and apologized to the people behind her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
She stepped on the shoes of a young man with thick glasses. His shoes were pure white. At the moment, half a gray shoe print was printed on them.
Xia Chun saw that the other party's shoes were trampled dirty by herself, and quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry, I didn't notice."
However, the man pushed her on the shoulder, "is it useful to apologize? This is my fucking lucky shoe. I think you did it on purpose. Do you have a pair of eyes to vent your anger!"
Xia Chun's small body is not her opponent at all. She was pushed to stagger for a few steps. She felt that the other party was too much, but after all, she was wrong first, and she didn't make a sound.
When the people around found the movement, they all made way for a distance. Everyone came to participate in the competition. No one was willing to provoke right and wrong, which affected their mood.
The originally crowded crowd made room for them, and the man had more room to show it. The more he looked at his shoes, the more he felt angry.
"It's all your fault. Come on, what should I do?"
"I've apologized. If you don't think it's enough, I can also compensate for your shoes." Xia Chun rubbed her shoulder and felt some pain.
"Compensation? This is a lucky shoe. It's meaningful. OK, I'll give you a chance to compensate, 5000 yuan. It's over." the man stretched out a palm.