Chapter 991

Qiao Yun frowned deeply, but Mo Qianyu's body kept arching in his arms. It seemed that he really grabbed warmth from him, but Qiao Yunshen still broke her shoulder, because he was not used to let irrelevant people close to his body.

For his resistance, Mo Qianyu was bitter, so he was eager to say: "Yunshen, don't push me, hold me, hold me, I know you want to defeat Rong Mingyuan, you hold me, I can help you, I will help you!" She is anxious to state her position, and obviously feels that Qiao Yunshen is stunned.

Mo Qianyu is the woman beside Rong Mingyuan, which is the key to Qiao Yunshen.

His hand hanging on his side was tight. Mo Qianyu was still waiting for his hug, but he didn't raise his hand, but he didn't resist her intimacy.

Mo Qianyu smiles and tears, if you have to use this way to get a little warmth, then you also recognize it.

She stood on tiptoe to kiss Qiao Yunshen. Qiao Yunshen closed his eyes. He kisses his neck from the corner of his mouth and sucks hard. It should leave a deep kiss mark. But in the end, he still can't pass his own pass. He pushes her away. Mo Qianyu falls down. Her forehead is knocked on the coffee table. She covers her forehead. The whole person is confused. Qiao Yunshen is also surprised to see her The blood on the forehead, ran to help her, Mo Qianyu let him up, and took a towel to himself, and find medicine box to help her medicine, in and out, actually smile: "hit so worth it."

Qiao Yunshen doesn't know what to say. Mo Qianyu's eyes are soaked in tears, wet, and I'm still in pity when he looks at them, but his heart doesn't have any feeling: "OK." After helping her stick the OK bandage, Qiao Yunshen kept a distance of ten feet from her.

How could she not understand his thoughts? She asked for a glass of red wine again and sipped: "Yunshen, what I said is true. I can help you."

"Betray Rong Mingyuan, are you willing?"

"You may not know that he spent less time with me than I did with you. Besides, his heart is not with me at all. What's the meaning of staying with such a person?"

"But you did."

"Ha ha, so I don't want to stay. As long as you speak, I'll help you." Her watery eyes stopped on his face.

Qiao Yunshen is light oh: "you want to help, do not want to help me will not be forced, I will find a way."

Mo Qianyu was stunned, but the doorbell of the gate rang.

Qiao Yun is deeply stunned. Go to open the door.

I didn't expect that Tong LAN would come back again. I was stunned for a moment.

Tong LAN looked at his half open collar, and the bright red kiss mark on it. She also looked at Mo Qianyu, who was sitting in it. Her eyes were full of disappointment, but she didn't blame him. She just said, "I left my wallet in your car, so I came back to take it, but if it's inconvenient, I can take it tomorrow."

She said and went out. Qiao Yun took her arm and said, "Tong LAN, give me a chance to explain."

Tong LAN nodded: "explain tomorrow. Today we are all tired. I want to go back and have a rest. Let go first. Don't let the guests wait. I'll go back myself." She broke away from his grip and quickly disappeared behind the elevator.

Qiao Yun frowns deeply. In this revenge of gratitude and hatred, the last thing he wants to hurt is Tong LAN.

Mo Qianyu is disappointed. Everyone has someone who cares, and everyone is also cared by others. But she is the only one who cares, and no one cares at all. As a result, people are not rare at all: "Yunshen, think about it and call me if you need my help. I'll wait for you at any time. Goodbye." She gave him a kiss on the face before she left.

When going downstairs, Tong LAN didn't go far. Mo Qianyu easily caught up with her and surpassed her.

Tong LAN is looking at her back. Mo Qianyu suddenly turns around and smiles at her.

This smile contains a lot of meaning, without any words, but can make life out of thousands of meditation.

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Song ruochu was not surprised to receive a call from Zhang Yunman.

After Rong Mingyuan's advertisement was broadcasted, the famous brands who had called her came back to China like bees and butterflies. Like Zhang Yunman, the representative of Prada, he has come to China, and many people want to interview her in person.

Because she had received a call from Rong Mingyuan company before, she readily agreed to meet Zhang Yunman at Century Crown Hotel.

Rong Mingyuan's team also wants to sign a letter. How can she continue to get involved with Rong Mingyuan? She refuses without hesitation.

She knew that they would not give up. If they signed with Prada before Rong Mingyuan, Mr. Feng would not object to it. On the other hand, it would save a lot of trouble.

Driving to the century crown, Zhang Yunman has been waiting there.

Beige casual clothes, wearing a Burberry's Plaid shawl, elegant face keeps a natural alienation, but casual gestures are full of lazy and charming delicacy.

She stood up and asked song ruochu to take a seat. Song ruochu nodded to her and asked the waiter for a glass of lemonade.The first time she saw Zhang Yunman, she felt a little familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere. But when she thought about it, she couldn't remember. It's probably on the show in Paris. After all, the name of Zhang Yunman has a strong connotation in the fashion circle.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Zhang." Song ruochu held out his hand with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yunman gently grasped her politely. In fact, as soon as she came in, he noticed the pink diamond bracelet on her hand, and looked at her young face without any trace: "Miss Song, I've heard a lot about her, too." She said modestly and politely, not to say whether she had heard of it, but at least, it was not offensive.

Meeting a stranger for the first time is actually a very difficult thing, because you are not sure what topic to talk about in order to shorten the distance between the two people without causing estrangement.

Fortunately, Zhang Yunman looked at Qingleng, but took the initiative to open the topic: "Miss Song, you look very young, can I venture to ask, how old are you this year?"

"Twenty eight." Song ruochu was embarrassed and stroked the broken hair at the temples. "Miss Zhang, you can really compliment me. You look at me as a person of absolute elegance, younger than me."

"I'm 12 years old. How can I compare with you? It's really enviable that you have twin girls so young."

As soon as Feng Yanxi and Feng Yi1 are mentioned, song ruochu is full of enthusiasm. The joy that can't be concealed is burst out from his bones. As soon as he opens his talk box, he can't stop.

When the waiter brought up the water, she said with a sorry smile: "sorry, Miss Zhang, I may have talked too much. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. I like to listen to children's things and I like them very much. If you talk more, I can have a deeper understanding of them, and I can also make a more accurate positioning for them." Zhang Yunman seems to have changed his personality, which is quite different from the indifference and alienation when he first met.

Song ruochu didn't think much about it. She just thought that she really liked children.

Once there is a chance and bridge to chat, the distance between two people can be shortened instantly, and the conversation behind will be much smoother.

Zhang Yunman offered favorable terms on behalf of Prada. Song ruochu wanted to agree, but he still felt that he should discuss with Mr. Feng again. After all, the child is not her own business, so he said, "Miss Zhang, I'll go back and think about it carefully. Can I give you a reply when I get my decision?"

"OK, but I hope you can think it over carefully. After all, Prada's strength is obvious to all. As a world-famous luxury brand, we really don't have the precedent of signing child stars so hard. I hope we can cooperate happily."

"I understand."

They stood up and shook hands again. Zhang Yunman's shawl slanted to one side, revealing a small and elegant heart-shaped tattoo on her shoulder, which complemented her own temperament. Song ruochu was generous with praise, but she raised her eyebrows: "does Miss song like this tattoo very much? Have you ever been exposed to similar patterns? "

Song ruochu shook his head: "it's very suitable for Miss Zhang to meet you for the first time."

Is it the first time? Zhang Yunman looks at Song ruochu and is determined.

Song ruochu called the waiter to pay the bill, and Zhang Yunman stopped her: "I'll come. It's my treat. Next time we sign the contract, please invite Miss Song again. "

"All right." Song ruochu also readily agreed, "then I'll go to the bathroom and say goodbye."

When he turned around, he knocked over the tray that the waiter had just given to the next table. The huge movement startled the guests around. Among the faces looking back, one was familiar to song ruochu.

Jiang Yihan.

The man sitting opposite her is very handsome and calm. He just glances at Song ruochu lightly, then gets up and leaves, leaving her a broad figure.

Jiang Yihan came over. Although he tried to hide it, he could not hide the red under his eyes. It should be the trace of crying.

Seeing Jiang Yihan and Zang Yunuo, Zhang Yunman's eyes are calm, and the rumor can never be groundless.

After Jiang Yihan saw Zhang Yunman, he had an obvious meal, but Zhang Yunman just nodded politely, and then turned to leave.

Song ruochu handed Jiang Yihan a paper towel. Jiang Yihan laughed and asked her, "is it over? If you have time, go with me. "

"All right." Song ruochu first accompanied her to the bathroom to wash her face, and then the two stepped out of the hotel.

"Can you drink?" Once out of the hotel, Jiang Yihan asked with a smile.

Song ruochu bared his teeth: "the amount of wine is general, but if you want to drink, I can sacrifice my life to accompany you."

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JIANG Yihan patted her on the shoulder: "that's interesting, you wait, I'll come." She ran to a nearby 24-hour convenience store and came back with a good beer.

Each tie six bottles, give song Ruochuan a tie. Then walk to the river in the distance.

In autumn, the sea breeze by the river is chilly, and it's unspeakably cold.

Their clothes were thin, and some of them could not resist the chill. Shaking his shoulders, he found a secluded corner with a wide view and asked song ruochu, "is it OK to sit here?"

“ok。” Song ruochu didn't choose either. He sat down with her.