The wealthy family hides their marriage, and the chaebol boss spoils the petite wife

She didn't expect things to go so smoothly, which surprised her.

She had no choice but to point at herself, and said truthfully: "Actually, I don't have any work experience in screenwriting."

"It doesn't matter, anything can be cultivated, please come to the company to design at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." The interviewer was completely different from the ones she had encountered before, unexpectedly kind.

She stood up and nodded, nodded slightly to the interviewer, and left.

Finding a job, no matter what, is also a very happy thing.

She came out of the Liangchen Films building, and was going to take the bus to the vegetable market to buy some food, and make some delicious food for her mother and Jun Yuqi to eat in the evening.

As soon as she reached the bus stop, someone rushed forward, snatched her wallet, and fled with her life.

"Hey, stop, grab your phone..." Yu Qianqian shouted while chasing after her.

At this moment, she only has one belief, that is, she must never lose her wallet, absolutely not!

Out of respect for the interview, she deliberately wore high heels, which was particularly inconvenient to chase.

After chasing for less than 100 meters, her shoe became unstable, the heel was twisted, and she fell heavily to the ground.

She stood up, took off her shoes, carried them in her hands, and continued to chase after them.

The thief ran fast, and she was not slow in chasing them. The two of you chased each other, and they chased several streets without knowing it.

The thief was about to cry out of anger. Is it because there is too much money in the wallet, or is this woman a madman?

When she chased past the vegetable market, she suddenly stepped on a piece of glass with her socked heel, and blood flowed.

She moaned and groaned in pain, but chased forward tremblingly.

At this time, someone suddenly supported her firmly, and said to her in a deep voice: "Stand here, you are not allowed to go anywhere, I will help you chase."

Just as Yu Qianqian was about to raise her head, before she had time to see the man's face clearly, he had already rushed out like flying, with a vigorous figure and quick movements.

After a few ups and downs, he stepped over the railing and blocked the thief abruptly.

She saw the thief bowing to the man and begging for mercy. The man took out his phone, and after a few minutes, a patrolman came and took the thief away.

The man came back with Yu Qianqian's wallet.

He walked back to Yu Qianqian, handed her the phone and said, "Your wallet."

"Thank you." Yu Qianqian thanked repeatedly, and couldn't wait to take the wallet over, and opened it as quickly as possible.

Then, when she saw the photo, lying intact in the side bag, she put the wallet on her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

The photo is a group photo, a man and a woman, the man is handsome, the woman is pure, with a simple big red background, it looks like a wedding photo.

The man is Junjuncheng, and the woman is her.

This is the only photo she still has of herself and Jun Yucheng, which she secretly tore off from the marriage certificate.

The man who helped her snatch her wallet back saw her actions and said with a bright smile: "So you chased the thief recklessly not for the money, but because of the photos. Are the people in the photos important to you?"

"He is to me... my relatives, of course relatives are important." Yu Qianqian raised her head and smiled brightly at him.

It was only then that the man saw her face clearly, and immediately smiled broadly: "Miss, we met at the airport before."

Yu Qianqian frowned slightly, she couldn't think of anything, she didn't know if the other party was trying to strike up a conversation, and she felt that the other party was helping, and she seemed embarrassed to neglect him.

Looking at his appearance, he has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a burly figure, and a dignified uprightness, but no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like a bad guy.

"Really?" She could only hold the corner of her mouth symbolically and asked.

The man stretched out his hand to her. His palm was large, rough, and callused.

He said, "My name is An Zihao."

"An Zihao?" Yu Qianqian was slightly startled, searching for the name in her mind.

She finally had some impressions. When she, Chun Nuannuan and Yun Tianyi returned from Kingston, they encountered robbers at the airport who took her hostage. The person who rescued people in Yancheng, as she remembered, was called An Zihao, and he was a gentleman.

"Do you remember?" An Zihao asked.

"I remember, it's just that you were in military uniform at the time, and now you're wearing ordinary clothes, so I didn't recognize you for a while." Yu Qianqian smiled helplessly, and thanked him again.

He waved his hand generously and said, "You're welcome, but now I have to do something else."

"What's the matter?" Yu Qianqian asked a little strangely.

He went forward, stretched out his arms to embrace the princess, and hugged Yu Qianqian horizontally, holding him in his arms.

His chest is very broad, and his hugging posture is also very comfortable.

only--

Yu Qianqian subconsciously thought that she met a hooligan. Could it be that there are bad guys in the army?

Aren't you afraid of being punished for cuddling women casually on the street?

She didn't think much about it, she stretched out her hand and was ready to slap him first.

In the end, before his hand fell on his face, he asked generously: "Is this how Miss treats your savior?"

Yu Qianqian's hand stagnated involuntarily.

Indeed, no matter what, she was saved before, and it's really not good to be a slap in the face of someone in the street.

"Let go of me, or I'll call a pervert." Yu Qianqian frowned and threatened him.

"Are you sure you can still walk if I let you go? Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the hospital?" An Zihao didn't mind her harsh words, he was a gentleman who was open and upright.

Only then did Yu Qianqian feel a piercing pain in her heel.

Just now she didn't pay attention and stepped on the glass. She must have stepped on a lot of glass shards on her feet.

There is really no way to walk.

An Zihao just wanted to send her to the hospital.

It was her own thinking that was wrong.

Her face couldn't help being hot, and she felt embarrassed from the bottom of her heart.

When she was about to thank An Zihao, he had already stopped a car and pushed Yu Qianqian into the back seat. He also got in and told the driver, "Go to S City Hospital."

"Okay." The driver agreed and drove away.

Yu Qianqian pursed her lower lip, clutched the front of her shirt with both hands, and said embarrassedly, "Thank you, Mr. Xu."

"Healing the wounded and saving lives is what the soldiers blame, so you don't have to be polite." An Zihao nodded, and responded heartily.

The car was galloping on the road, and 10 minutes later, it stopped at the entrance of S City Hospital.

An Zihao got out of the car, stretched out his arms, and said to Qianqian, "Come on."

Yu Qianqian was very uncomfortable. After all these years, the only man she had ever been too close to was Jun Yucheng, so she rejected his kindness and said, "No, please help me. I'll go in by myself." ?”