Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

Maybe it's because there are too few gossips about Yan Shao in Kyoto on weekdays. About this entertainment news about Yan Qiutong's affectionate singing at midnight, in Kyoto, it's like a not-so-small stone that aroused the circle. Circle ripples, because the original film was destroyed, and the magazine that originally reported the news was warned, but Xiao Yan's method of trying to scare others did not have any effect.

In Kyoto, there will still be newspaper offices with relatively deep backgrounds, which write reports and render them layer by layer.

Yan Qiutong was naturally displeased, he himself was fine, but the little girl's concerns had to be taken into consideration, and she was about to step up her efforts, but Lian Cheng stopped him: "Are you okay too? The original film is gone, and the video from the cleaning bar has also been retrieved, it was just for entertainment, if it is really serious, it will make people smell fishy."

Yan Qiutong frowned.

"Forget it, anyway, they can't guess me, let them write it." Lian Cheng was also helpless, if a man really loses his temper, he can suppress it, but it is really not good for Xiaoyan's external image.

Yan Qiutong squinted her eyes and didn't intervene.

However, Lian Cheng forgot for a moment that there was Lian Guoqiang who was watching her movements closely.

Lian Cheng, who received the call from Lian Guoqiang, just left the conference room, and there was still a Qingjun man standing beside him.

The little girl next to her was still looking lazy just now, but when she saw the flashing name on the phone, her face became obviously darker, Yan Qiutong could clearly see the change of Lian Cheng's face, and her heart skipped a beat: "Lian Guoqiang?"

Lian Cheng didn't speak, he looked up at the man, walked into his office at a faster pace, and answered the phone.

"Cheng girl," Lian Guoqiang never expected Lian Cheng to take the initiative to speak, "how are you doing these days?"

"Mr. Lian." Lian Cheng smiled lightly, with unclear meaning, "Mr. Lian is thinking about it, Chengcheng is fine wherever he is."

"It is said that the daughter is the little padded jacket of the parents, and they are right," Lian Guoqiang sighed, "Chengcheng, there is such a big trouble, why didn't you know to tell Dad?"

"..." Lian Cheng frowned slightly and remained silent.

"You didn't check who Yan Shao was from that night?" Lian Guoqiang seemed to have expected Lian Cheng's reaction, and his tone was two points heavier.

Suddenly, Lian Cheng knew the reason for the man's visit, so he could say more, and looked at the pen in his hand playfully: "Mr. Lian seems to have forgotten my situation in Yan's?"

"Cheng girl didn't think about changing anything?" Lian Guoqiang's tone was not very good, and he snorted, "Cheng girl was not like this before."

"What did you change?" Lian Cheng sneered, "Mr. Lian, I've always told you that many of them should be used as cards. You just don't believe your cards, let others notice, and now you're blaming me for my lack of ability?"

"Lian Cheng," the woman's voice on the other end of the phone was obviously dissatisfied, and Lian Guoqiang's face darkened, "Are you still worried about Qingqing?"

"..." Lian Cheng took a deep breath, it seemed that Lian Guoqiang was really annoyed by her rare contradictory, bit the corner of his lips, "Mr. Lian, many things are not up to me alone, Xiao Yan Right now everyone in Shi wants to treat me as a transparent existence, at this juncture, do I still want to provoke Yan Qiutong?"

There was silence on the phone for a while, and then hung up.

Lian Cheng was not surprised by such a result, he casually threw the phone on the desk.

When Yan Qiutong opened the door and came in, what caught his eye was the little girl's closed-eyed and uninhibited appearance.

The little woman's legs were pressed against the documents on the table, and she was sunk in the chair. Her long hair covered half of her face, she couldn't see her expression clearly, and her hands were casually hanging on her sides.

"I despise those documents you gave me," a person came into the office, Lian Cheng couldn't have known about it, but he didn't respond, Yan Qiutong didn't care, raised his brows, and his tone was a bit teasing , "I really doubt what happened to those documents."

"... Oh." Lian Cheng was silent and treated him indifferently.

Yan Qiutong closed the door, approached the little woman who was obviously depressed, reached out and rubbed the little girl's forehead, and said softly, "Because of that news?"

"Nothing." Lian Cheng shook his head.

"At that time, I was already stronger." Yan Qiutong's tone was a little weak.

Lian Cheng raised his eyes and curled his lips: "No need, he wanted to find fault, it was just an excuse."

The secret stake she placed in Lian's told her that Lian's heart has been fluctuating recently, Lian Guoqiang's age is approaching, and Lian Ying is still unconscious in the ward, some shareholders have made small moves in private, so, Lian Guoqiang's desire for Xiao Yan became more and more urgent.

"Ye Qing?" Yan Qiutong paused and spoke.

This is the only person who can change Lian Cheng's air pressure so much, even if it's just a name.

Lian Cheng closed his eyes and remained silent.

Ye Qing is a demon in her heart, the thread that she can't act rashly, and the person Lian Cheng always misses.

Yan Qiutong sighed: "Wait."

Lian Cheng replied: "En."

There is no news about Yan Qiutong so far, and Lian Cheng is not surprised. After all, Lian Guoqiang is too watertight in his work. He is a habitual cunning rabbit and three caves, and he is best at Tibetans.

News has always been time-sensitive. In the beginning, Xiao Yan would have public relations to refute the rumors. Later, there were more and more reports, and the people who reported them became more and more chaotic, but Xiao Yan did not move at all. What should I do? What, no one dared to actually squat Yan Qiutong. There was no in-depth information for a while, and there were others who contributed new revelations, and Yan Qiutong's midnight singing was over.

On the contrary, when a reporter from the economic section interviewed Yan Qiutong himself as an economic show, he smiled and tentatively mentioned in the tidbits: "Mr. Yan, how did you read the reports about you in Kyoto a few days ago?"

"Singing at midnight?" Yan Qiutong raised his eyebrows.

I thought the man would be cold-faced, or change the subject mellowly, or be stopped by his assistant and other relevant personnel. The reporter was obviously pleasantly surprised by the man's response: "Yes, what do you think of Mr. Yan?"

"Nonsense." Yan Qiutong seemed to find this topic boring, intertwined his hands, put them on his knees, and sneered.

"The photo..." The reporter obviously hesitated.

Yan Qiutong squinted and raised his eyes, as if he was looking at the reporter, even though the reporter who came this time was a veteran, he was still terrified.

However, Lian Cheng, who was standing not far away, knew that the man's playful look was obviously coming towards her, and he turned his face calmly, ignoring it.

Yan Qiutong smiled lightly: "It's just ordinary friends, the Yan family already has a young wife."

"Mr. Yan really fed us a mouthful of dog food invisibly." The reporter was also very cooperative, laughed twice, and ended the question.