Chapter 435

"Little, you're back. What's the result?" Song Qingfeng asked with a smile.

As soon as Yu Xiaoxiao enters the door, song Qingfeng sees her face is not good. It seems that the cooperation is yellow.

Although she will not be happy for a few days, when she returns to foreign countries, this kind of thing will not appear. At that time, no matter how many film and television companies he wants to find, he can help her!

"What else will happen..." Yu Xiaoxiao glances at Song Qingfeng and walks into the door.

She doesn't have the heart to explain the matter with song Qingfeng again. She doesn't want to, but can't

Yu Xiaoxiao is the man who kissed her in the elevator in his head now!

Song Qingfeng looks at Yu Xiaoxiao and goes straight up the stairs, feeling lost

It seems that Yu Xiaoxiao still blames him

"Master, what can I do for you?" Lode stood aside, watching song Qingfeng sitting on the sofa despondently, his eyes crossed with helplessness.

Song Qingfeng can be indifferent to all people, but Yu Xiaoxiao is very special, but who knows that the falling flowers deliberately flow relentlessly.

"What else can be done?" Song Qingfeng sneered at himself. "I've messed up the whole thing. Do I have to force her back now?"

He doesn't want Yu Xiaoxiao to look at him with the indifferent eyes just now.

It took him two years to get along with Yu Xiaoxiao, but in just a few days, he almost consumed it all!

Lode lowered his eyes and glanced at Song Qingfeng indifferently. "She is not in a stable mood now. She needs to calm down. In a moment, the kitchen will bring some snacks that little miss likes to eat. Look..."

Song Qingfeng frowned a little. He seemed to think of something. He raised his head and looked at Lord. Suddenly, he hooked his lips.

"It seems that you know a lot about Xiaoxiao's habits after spending so long with her."

"It's my duty." Luo de saw and heard that Mou Zi replied to the breeze of the Song Dynasty.

He knew what song Qingfeng meant, and that song Qingfeng was always suspicious.

What he did to Yu Xiaoxiao was all because song Qingfeng asked him to do it. That's all.

Song Qingfeng shook his head lightly. "When someone comes over from the kitchen, tell me, I'll go back to my study first."

With that, song Qingfeng got up and stood up.

Lode looked at Song Qingfeng's back, frowned, sighed silently, and left the living room.

At the same time, Qi Qingfeng has returned to Qi's home.

With a "bang", the lights of the whole house were all lit in an instant.

Qi Qingfeng changed his shoes, strode into the living room and went straight to the refrigerator not far away.

As soon as he opened the refrigerator door, his left hand slipped slowly over the rows of mineral water bottles, hesitated for a moment, and finally stopped the row of beer under the mineral water.

Take out a bottle at will, finger lightly a hook, click a sound, the fresh wheat fragrance floated out instantly.

Qi Qingfeng slightly closed his eyebrows, looked at the splashed drops on his fingers, and looked up and filled his mouth.

The cold liquor glided down his throat and slightly lowered his inner heat, but he didn't think it was enough.

Qi Qingfeng went straight to the opposite sofa, the whole person seemed to lose the gravity of the general sitting, he decadent to untie the tie and neckline.

Head up.

The warm yellow light fell into his eyes, leaving him in a trance. He thought of her in the company, and the Kiss.

So familiar, even if it covers all but one pair of eyes, it's like a deep impression in his mind. He will never admit his mistake! She must be his little one!

He will not let her disappear from his side!

Qi Qingfeng thought about it, and his heart became more and more excited. He held the beer bottle tightly in his right hand, clicked a few times and twisted it into shape.

More and more anxiously waiting for ye Ran's news.

Qi Qingfeng slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated slightly. Qi Qingfeng opened his eyes and directly pointed to his pocket and took the mobile phone out.

On the bright screen is the text message from ye ran.

The data has been sent to the mailbox Qi Qingfeng glanced at the words in the text message, and soon came a special tone.

Qi Qingfeng went directly into the mailbox and clicked on the document named Annie middot Hathaway.

Personal profile and past experience.

Qi Qingfeng's eyes are fixed on the two inch certificate photo on the right side of his resume. The picture of the blue bottom, the face that is almost the same as that of Yu Xiaoxiao, has a slight smile on his lips.

The eyes are clear as water, but they seem to have inexplicable attraction like a deep pool. Qi Qingfeng's thin lips became a straight line. After a long time, he moved his eyes slowly and looked to one side to compare with this face, which then seemed dull and boring.

The black Songti characters, stroke by stroke, seriously write her general experience as Anne Middleton Hathaway.

Anne Hathaway, an overseas Chinese in the United States, died of her parents very early. Recently, as a gourmet, it appeared in the domestic public's sight.

Although it has never appeared, it has attracted many people's attention in a very short period of time on major network platforms and traditional paper media.

His representative works are not many, but his writing is profound. At the same time, he is valued and recommended by many famous writers.

Qi Qingfeng looked at this little material bit by bit. Everything that can be found about her past and every detail that hasn't been missed completely fell into his eyes and kept in his mind.

However, most of the events happened in China after her return from the United States, and most of them were written interviews about her food series.

Everything about her seemed to be covered by something. She hid behind a stage that no one could see or touch.

He felt that something was wrong. Even the overseas Chinese who came back from the United States could not find any previous experience!

He was puzzled, but also vaguely excited, because he knew that the more difficult and weird the identity of "Anne Middleton; Hathaway" was, the more likely she was Yu Xiaoxiao!

Qi Qingfeng's fingers gently slide on the screen, then directly back to the original interface. He dials a number directly, and the phone is soon connected by the other party, and there is a steady voice.

"Sir." Ye ran was holding a cell phone in one hand, while the other was holding the mouse, sliding the pages on the computer rapidly. The large text quickly flashed across Zhang Tongyu's tiny identical face.

"Ye ran, Annie middot; Hathaway's information, is that the only point?"