Chapter 265： The heat is too high

Ming Siran stared at her condescendingly, the icy indifference mixed with the disgusting sight, making her feel like falling into an ice cave.

"Is Jiang Qingyu?" He opened his lips expressionlessly, his voice piercing and cold: "I remember."

Jiang Qingyu's heart shrank fiercely. Just as he was about to speak, the man had coldly retracted his gaze and walked past her with his long legs.

The subordinates respectfully opened the car door for Ming Siran. He bent down and carefully put Luo Qiao into the car, kissed her on the forehead lightly, and then went around to the other side and got into the car.

Everyone at the scene did not dare to say a word. The man who had always been lazy, showed his cold side for the first time, and his aura was really shocking.

His staff continued to deal with the follow-up. All reporters' equipment was smashed to pieces, the photos and videos on the fans' phones were deleted completely, and the award ceremony was cancelled directly, and the past was investigated one by one without leaving a trace of leakage.

The wind blew, Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes moved and slowly climbed up from the ground.

The moment she got up, the pain in her elbow intensified. She looked down and saw that the part where she fell was bluish, and it looked terrifying on the snow-white skin.

Her assistant hurriedly squeezed in from outside, looked at her appearance, and opened her mouth: "Sister Qingyu..."

Jiang Qingyu's long, well-groomed hair is messed up, and it is still bleeding where it hits, his lips are pale and his eyes are numb.

Seeing her trembling fingertips, the assistant hurried forward: "Sister Qingyu, did your hand hurt?"

Unexpectedly, she had just met Jiang Qingyu, when the woman suddenly slammed her away, her voice raised: "Don't touch me!"

The female assistant was taken aback by her loss of control, startled, and couldn't help backing up.

Jiang Qingyu slowly inhaled and stepped forward step by step on high heels.

All that flashed in his mind was the appearance of the man just now, his eyes were cold and disgusting.

Dislike her.

Why.

Why...

Jiang Qingyu closed his eyes, bit his lips tightly, and his fingertips trembled violently.

...

Inside the car.

Ming Siran hugged Luo Qiao in his arms, the woman's face was small and white, her eyes were still a bit dull because of the stimulation just now.

Ming Siran lowered his head and touched her forehead, sliding his fingers down, gently pulling away her clenched hand, and clasping her fingers.

His temperature gradually warmed her cold hands, Luo Qiao moved her eyes and finally looked at him.

In the eyes is a man's delicately contoured face, with gentle eyebrows and crisp lines.

She pressed her lower lip lightly.

When the car drove to the villa, Ming Siran took Luo Qiao down, put water in the bathtub, and he stretched out the hair on the side of her face and said warmly: "First take a hot bath."

"Ok."

The door closed, Luo Qiao took off his clothes and soaked in the water, his tight nerves finally relaxed.

She closed her eyes and drove the images out of her mind.

...

In the living room, Ming Siran put one hand in his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"President Ming."

The man's voice was cold: "How is the online video processing?"

"It's almost deleted, but Ms. Luo Qiao's popularity is too high. It's about her. Netizens are discussing very enthusiastically now."

The video can be deleted, and the hot search can be removed, but the content of the video has been spread ten by one, and the discussion enthusiasm of netizens is still high.

Ming Siran frowned slightly and said nothing.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ming, we have already contacted the public relations team to find a way."

Ming Siran hung up and hung up.