Chapter 21

He turned his head slowly and looked at yuan Lanqing. His face was gloomy and could be twisted out of the water.

Before he had time to speak, Xin Yixuan, with a flustered face, rushed into yuan Lanqing's arms.

"Aunt..." With tears in her eyes, yuan Lanqing buried her head in her arms and said, "I'm sorry, aunt. I'm wrong. I'm really wrong."

Yuan Lanqing, who ran up from the downstairs in a hurry, was at a loss. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what had happened between them.

"Yixuan." With a sigh, she slowly wiped the tears from Xin Yixuan's face with her fingers, and asked softly, "tell me, what happened?"

She bit the corner of her lip gently, which made it hard for Xin Yixuan to speak.

After a slight pause, she slowly lowered her head, and her voice sounded like some urn: "aunt, I just entered the young Baron's room."

Smell speech, Qin shaojue sneered.

Some dark and unidentified eyes flashed over Xin Yixuan's face full of tears. He said coldly: "more than that! She's still rummaging in my room. "

He wanted to know what Xin Yixuan wanted to find out from his room?

When young Lord Qin opened his mouth, Xin Yixuan was a little flustered.

Sneak into the room? This sounds like a bit of crowing and stealing.

If she had no way to explain this matter clearly, her position in Yuan Lanqing's mind would be greatly reduced.

The more she thought about it, her heart beat more and more flustered, and her head hummed, as if something had exploded in her mind.

"Auntie, I can explain that." He clenched the corner of his lip, and Xin Yixuan's head was almost buried in her chest. "That day, my friend saw shaojue enter the hotel with a woman."

"I..." There was a slight pause, and tears came down at the right time.

Warm tears fell on the back of yuan Lanqing's hand, some burning.

"I just went into the young Baron's room to see if there was anything about that woman." She sucked her nose gently, and the tears fell more fiercely.

At the same time, her mouth is still murmuring: "aunt, I'm wrong I'm sorry... "

The young Baron went into the hotel with a woman?

Yuan Lanqing looked at Qin shaojue with a little hesitation in his eyes.

After all, he is his own son, and Yuan Lanqing believes that shaojue Qin is not the kind of person who will make trouble.

But as soon as she thought about the fact that shaojue Qin and Xin Yixuan had been engaged for several years and had not been married, she was a little worried.

Is it true that there is someone outside, young Lord Qin?

Otherwise, how can he keep his mouth shut every time he mentions marriage?

Each of them had his own thoughts. For a moment, the speed of the air seemed to slow down.

Her chest was like a heavy stone. Xin Yixuan almost felt out of breath.

Some people can't stand the atmosphere.

She hesitated a little and ran out directly covering her face

"Yixuan..." Yuan Lanqing called a few times, but Xin Yixuan never looked back.

Looking at shaojue Qin leaning on the door like a nobody, yuan Lanqing was a little tired. She can see that young Jue didn't care about Yixuan at all.

Otherwise, Yixuan had already cried like this. How could he not react at all?

"Young Baron, is what Yixuan said true?" With a care in mind, yuan Lanqing's voice showed a trace of unspeakable heaviness.

"What?" Don't understand.

Looking at his casual appearance, yuan Lanqing's anger suddenly stopped.

"Yixuan said that you went into the hotel with a woman." Slightly raised his voice, yuan Lanqing was obviously angry, "is it true?"

"This is nonsense." Baron Qin snorted, with a trace of irony in his eyes. "Mom, do you believe what Xin Yixuan says?"

"Why don't you believe it?" Yuan LAN gave him a clean look. "If Yixuan comes into your study, I can't say that she has other ideas. What can you have in your room? "

With a light thump, yuan Lanqing brought the topic back to him: "shaojue, Yixuan said that you went into the hotel with a woman. What's the matter?"

Yuan Lanqing's attitude is somewhat reluctant.

As a last resort, Baron Qin could only perfunctorily say, "I've made an appointment to talk about things in the hotel. Maybe I've been misunderstood."

"What about the hotel?" Yuan Lanqing's eyes swept over her, with a little doubt in her eyes.

Seeing this, young Lord Qin could not help sighing.

Some could not bear to grind their teeth, he stressed a heavy: "Mom, that is the company's Hotel, I used to inspect the business is not very normal things?"Faintly, young Lord Qin always felt that it was unusual for Xin Yixuan to sneak into his room to dig things.

But for a moment, he could not tell what was wrong.

It was not until he heard from his secretary that Luo Xiaoxiao and Xin Yixuan met yesterday that he thought of Luo Xiaoxiao.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, when Luo Xiaoxiao walked into the small conference room, young Lord Qin was sitting on the chair with a good face.

He was cross legged, leisurely and lazy.

A light glance at the time on his wrist, he slightly picked his eyebrow carelessly: "at 9:20, is editor Luo late?"

Smell speech, the corner of Luo Xiao Xiao's mouth can't help but lightly draw next.

Late?

How can you say that? She doesn't work here at all, OK?

Putting the papers on the conference table, she looked at the back of the man's head with a smile on her face: "Mr. Qin, I reported to the society for a meeting. In addition... "

She took out a manuscript from the folder and put it in front of shaojue Qin: "the first draft of the interview draft has been written. Please have a look at it, Mr. Qin."

She once used her break time to walk around the office of young Lord Qin.

There are two cameras installed at the door of the office of shaojue Qin, and she has little chance to copy the relevant information in the office of shaojue Qin.

Moreover, now about her and Qin shaojue's affair has quietly spread. She doesn't want to have an emotional relationship with the man in front of her.

After several thoughts, she broke the Convention and rushed out the first draft of the interview draft overnight

Baron Qin's eyes swept over the manuscript quietly. He gently bent his fingers and knocked on the conference table without saying a word.

The sound of finger joints touching the table is very rhythmic, as if it can be directly knocked into the bottom of one's heart