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She asked nervously, "Qi Yan, are you okay?"

Qi Yan shook his head and smiled at her: "It's okay."

Xiaoya didn't seem to be able to hear the answer, and suddenly ouched, and touched Qi Yan's forehead with her hand: "What's wrong? Why is it so red?"

"Huh?" Qi Yan was puzzled, raised his eyes and looked at Xiaoya's hand: "What's red?"

Xiao Chen next to her suddenly panicked again, she quickly stood up, and smiled awkwardly with a very apologetic look: "I'm sorry, Teacher Qi's forehead was accidentally smashed by the microphone just now."

"Damn it?" Xiaoya raised her voice.

Xiao Chen was even more embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Qi Yan's mood eased a lot, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. She grabbed Xiaoya who was about to lose her temper, and motioned her to sit down with her eyes.

"Xiao Chen," Qi Yan said to the bewildered people standing beside him, "Go and do your work, you don't need to stay here with us."

Xiao Chen pursed his lips and dared not speak, nor did he dare to leave.

Qi Yan added: "The interview just isn't over yet, you go and ask how to continue, whether it's a different place or what, I will cooperate."

Xiao Chen nodded and said yes.

Qi Yan said again: "Go and do your work."

Xiao Chen hummed a few times before rushing outside, but after taking two steps, he turned around and pointed to Qi Yan's forehead: "Teacher Qi, let me get you some medicine."

Qi Yan raised her eyes subconsciously, but she didn't see anything, so she raised her hand to touch again.

Nothing to touch, no pain or swelling.

"No, it's fine."

Xiao Chen nodded in embarrassment, and said, Teacher Qi, please rest first, we will make arrangements immediately, and then leave immediately.

The moment the door was closed, the office suddenly became quiet, and the restlessness outside seemed to dissipate, and the noise just now disappeared.

Sitting next to Qi Yan, Xiaoya opened and shut her mouth, closed and opened her mouth again, and finally said nothing, looking at the red patch on Qi Yan's forehead hesitantly.

It's not that she doesn't know what to say, it's just that she doesn't dare to say it.

But she didn't dare to say it, but Qi Yan didn't.

"What's the matter with Jianchu and Feng Zhen?"

Xiaoya's erratic gaze only glanced at Qi Yan's eyes, and then returned to her injury: "It's nothing, Feng Zhen has suddenly become popular recently, and there will definitely be frivolous news. The news that the reporters asked just now was from yesterday. , I saw it this morning, Feng Zhen just spent the night at Shen Jianchu's house."

After Xiaoya finished speaking, she felt that she had talked too much, but after thinking about it, she added more words: "Cousins, the reporters are really boring and exaggerating."

Qi Yan hummed.

Xiaoya swallowed her saliva.

Since Qi Yan and Shen Jianchu divorced last year, Qi Yan rarely went out and didn't like to talk.

One month after the divorce, she made a lot of paintings at home like crazy, and no one could stop her.

Xiaoya felt sorry for her, but also regretted her talent. Fortunately, Qi Yan's mood gradually stabilized later.

Then she held a solo exhibition, then participated in the competition, and then won an award.

No one around her is not happy for her.

In the past year, Qi Yan has almost always gone out to attend necessary activities, and he also returns home soon after the breakup, never staying for a long time.

Everyone knows what she is afraid of.

Everyone is helping her avoid it.

Say nothing to anyone.

So what happened today really scared Xiaoya enough.

Especially the description of the on-site staff, saying that Qi Yan was surrounded by reporters, and some reporters even threw the microphone into the sofa in order to collect Qi Yan's voice.

"Are you really okay?" Xiaoya was concerned: "Apart from the forehead, did you get hurt?"

Qi Yan shook his head: "No, I'm fine."

Xiaoya was a little annoyed, because Qi Yan said that she was in good condition in the report she got back last week, so Xiaoya accepted the interview for this event.

She knew that Qi Yan was very fond of the painting she brought out this time, and Qi Yan had also told Xiaoya in private that if this painting was bought by a predestined person, she would like to have a meal with that person.

But Xiaoya only learned an hour ago that the buyer of the painting was Shen Jianchu.

It turned out to be Shen Jianchu.

"I think the reporters in the entertainment circle got some news and pretended to be staff members to come here to block you." Xiaoya complained in a low voice.

They are still the kind of news agencies that have never heard of it, and want to make their own news popular through this kind of gossip.

No manners at all, messed up.

Xiaoya sighed softly, she wanted to scold someone, but she didn't dare to have a deep talk with Qi Yan, so she could only slow down by herself.

After she calmed down, she glanced at the table and took out a bottle of water from her bag.

Qi Yan smiled because of her action: "I'm just thirsty."

Seeing Qi Yan like this, Xiaoya felt relieved, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to Qi Yan: "You interview later, I will accompany you."

Qi Yan nodded, she took a sip of the water, put it down, took another sip after a while.

"Xiaoya," Qi Yan took the bottle cap from her, and asked while screwing it on, "Do you know who bought my painting?"

Xiaoya opened her mouth slightly.

Qi Yan didn't give Xiaoya time to struggle, and directly answered for her.

"Shen Jianchu."

Qi Yan turned his head to meet Xiaoya's gaze: "I bought it at the first meeting."

"Bought at a very high price."

"No one has ever robbed her."