Chapter 47

Joe's building.

"You let me in." Wen Lunan's hair has been scattered by pushing and shoving, and the makeup on her face has been taken off by the sun.

The security Captain stood in front of her, holding out an arm in front of her, with a face of embarrassment and patience.

"Miss Wen, don't embarrass us wage earners."

He didn't know how the person who had the first face in front of Mr. Qiao got into the blacklist, but they did what they were told.

But this man looks tender, but his face is too thick. After being stopped for three years, he still comes here, causing them to play black.

He just got out of the meeting, and Wen Lunan took the chance to rush inside from the side next time.

Fortunately, the man behind him stopped him.

"Miss Wen." No matter how good-natured Rao is, he can't keep his temper.

Hum, he looked at the other side heavily

"How dare you Wen Lunan was on the shelf, hands and feet constantly fluttering, as if the image was not enough.

Seeing her in front of the zebra crossing, a black Buick stopped beside her.

The Secretary of the president, dressed in black, came out from the door.

The driver trotted to open the door of the back seat, and the first thing that came into view was the long legs wrapped in high-grade suit pants.

"Mr. Qiao." A group of people crowded up, unable to prevent, happened to stand on the side of Wen Lunan was squeezed to fall to the ground.

In the glare of the sun, the man stooped out of the car, without squinting, straddled his long legs and walked toward the gate.

"Cloud ink." In the flat, there was a thunder.

The head of the security team was in a hurry. He was winking. A man had already trod by to make sure the noise was clear.

The slender figure, unexpectedly, stopped.

Wen Lunan is still lying on the ground, watching the dawn illuminate himself.

"Cloud ink." She knew how he could keep rejecting himself. This time, he would not ignore himself.

Thinking of this, she struggled to get up.

The crowd made way, staggering, and she moved in the direction of the man.

The distance is getting closer and closer, and the smile on her face is getting bigger and bigger.

Only one step away, she stopped and looked at the face that she had been fascinated by since childhood.

She called out the name: "cloud ink."

The mind is agitated.

Qiao yunmo just stood there, watching Wen Runan approach him.

This is the man who is the purest and kindest in his eyes. He once promised to protect and take care of the people in front of the Wen family's uncles and aunts for a lifetime. He is also the real murderer who pushed him to the end of his life.

Finally, Wen Lunan sorted out the language: "yunmo, I was framed by the woman Ling Yan?"

Qiao yunmo has been cold to her for so long, and suddenly he is willing to talk to her again. She is sure that he must know about it and can't sit still to help her teach her a lesson.

She gazed at the deep Phoenix eyes.

One second, two seconds, in front of her eyes, the two thin lips gently open.

"Frame up?"

She stayed where she was.

This tone, this atmosphere, how with her expectation is not quite right.

"You..." She uttered a word stupidly.

Qiao yunmo's eyes are like looking at the garbage on the ground.

"I owe my uncles and aunts. It's enough to pay them back."

"What do you mean?" Wen Lunan couldn't believe her ears.

"From today on," the man is as cold as a statue, "I have nothing to do with you."