The CEO is cold during the day, but he wants to kiss you at night

Chapter 57 I saw the scene of the blow

Sure enough, the Buddha relies on gold, and the person relies on clothes.

She first took a selfie, and then sent it to Moments.

Ms. Qing was originally a late sleeper: [It's not like every day is so beautiful, of course it needs to be recorded. ]
She loves to post on Moments, but not all the big and small things. Every time she posts on Moments, it must be an interesting copy, or a joke, and then a selfie with makeup.

Shang Li quickly commented——

Shang Li: The beautiful girl sent photos, which fascinated me for a while.

Shang Li: Let's practice the P-picture technique again, it's not as good-looking as me at all, okay?

Shang Li: Like it.

Wen Qing laughed happily, and replied to Shang Li: This rainbow fart is very satisfying.

After replying, I saw Shang Yinghan's like.

After seeing Shang Yinghan's likes, Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, thinking of something, he immediately looked through all the circles of friends he had posted before.

She has a lot of friends on WeChat, and each circle of friends has hundreds of likes. This is basically the case for the circle of friends of the family in Beijing. The circle of contacts must be cultivated since childhood.Every time she usually doesn't look carefully and likes, it's friends who reply to those comments.

Now, with such a swipe, Wen Qing found out that there were likes from Shang Yinghan under each of her circle of friends.

But at that time she never knew it was him!
How long has Shang Yinghan been on her WeChat?

knock knock knock-
"Miss?"

"Miss?"

Uncle Fang came to call her, Wen Qing quit WeChat and put away his phone: "Here we come."

She walked to the door with her skirt in her hand, and Uncle Fang stopped her: "Miss, I'm here to tell you that Madam said the banquet will be postponed, and we'll leave half an hour later."

"Oh, okay." Wen Qing let go of the hand holding the hem of the skirt, and the skirt fell on the ground, which was as beautiful as the ripples on the surface of a lake.

"It doesn't look like it's an important dinner." If it can be postponed, it's definitely not that important.

At the level of Wen Qing's contact, no matter what happens, the high-level dinner will not be postponed, or the dinner will be canceled directly.

Wen Qingbai waited bored for half an hour.

But the half hour didn't go well.

When adjusting the brooch, it got stuck for some reason. I tried to take it off and put it on again, but my finger was pricked because of too much force, and it bled.Seeing the blood dripping from her fingertips, Wen Qing frowned and looked for a Band-Aid, one accidentally tripped over her skirt.

Blood from her fingers smeared her hand.

Elbows are still bruised.

Wen Qing: "..."

What's going on, this is God's will reminding her, is it unlucky tonight and there will be a bloody disaster?

Uncle Fang came to call her on time, Wen Qing actually didn't really believe in such mysterious things, but his heart was also flabbergasted, thinking of his recent encounters, he suddenly retreated in his heart.

"Miss, it's time to go." Uncle Fang's voice came again.

Wen Qing thought that he would be able to see his parents at the dinner party, and replied: "Here we come."

She got in the car that came to pick her up, and went to the dinner party in such a nervous mood.

The driver was arranged by Wen's mother.

Wen Qing was still very relieved, and the journey went relatively smoothly.

Arriving at the hotel where the dinner was held, before Wen Qing got out of the car, he saw several police cars parked outside the hotel.

Seeing so many police cars, Wen Qing felt nervous, feeling that something was about to happen, Uncle Fang opened the door for her, and she put down her skirt, "Why are there so many police cars?"

Uncle Fang shook his head: "I don't know."

"It doesn't matter, let's go in first." Wen Qing suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and walked in with her skirt.

After walking a few steps, she stopped, and Uncle Fang asked, "What's wrong, miss?"

Wen Qing looked not far away, a man and a woman in handcuffs being escorted by the police. After she saw clearly, she suddenly staggered.

Uncle Fang helped her steady.

Wen Qing was about to shout.

Uncle Fang's eyes were quick, and he covered her mouth with his hands: "Miss, don't shout."

　Thank you Xiangxiang for your reward, okay(づ￣3￣)づ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)