What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

Qiao Yiran frantically wiped Chu Zheng's tears, and the tense atmosphere at the beginning suddenly eased.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath and forced back his tears.

He calmed down, and spoke as calmly and indifferently as possible, trying to hide his momentary gaffe: "Got it, come here."

Qiao Yiran sensibly didn't bring up that matter again.

In fact, Qiao Yiran has never been able to figure out what Zheng is thinking—this person is tough, paranoid, and crazy, and it is precisely because of this that the fragility that he accidentally reveals will be particularly touching and completely irritating. Powerless.

The huge underground parking lot was too quiet at the moment, Qiao Yiran heard his own footsteps stepping on a steady rhythm, echoing in the empty three underground floors, empty.

Looking at the slender and straight figure in front of him, he felt a little helpless: this morbid relationship, which was constantly cut and messed up, made himself feel a little at a loss as to what to do.

Chu Zheng drove a silver Lexus this time, with a more everyday style. Compared with the black Audi that revealed a business atmosphere from head to toe before, it looked more elegant and casual.

Qiao Yiran opened the co-pilot's door, and the scent of the perfume in the car hit his nose instantly, with a hint of cool cedar scent - exactly the same as the scent he smelled when he was in the same room with that person last night.

Such sudden ambiguity made Qiao Yiran slightly dazed.

After the outburst just now, Chu Zheng quickly returned to his usual expressionless expression of pursing his lips, and looked extremely calm at the moment.

He drove the car without looking sideways, and the speed was much faster than Qiao Yiran imagined.

Qiao Yiran also received a urging call from Feng Ge on the way: "Hello? Yiran, the program team has been waiting here for a while, when will you arrive?"

Qiao Yiran quickly comforted Feng Ge: "Soon, it's only 10 minutes away."

Chu Zheng stepped on the accelerator again.

When he finally arrived at the entrance of the company, Qiao Yiran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Brother Feng had already been looking forward to it at the gate of the company. When he saw Qiao Yiran get off the Lexus, Brother Feng didn't bother to ask.

On the contrary, Qiao Yiran tilted his head slightly uncomfortably: he always felt that the eyes of people around him were looking at him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

After Qiao Yiran closed the car door, Brother Feng pulled him up and stuffed him into the nanny's car: "My ancestor, you don't know that Actor Chen and the others have already set off first, and you have the smallest position. If you are still late, you will delay the show If it’s progressing, it’s really incredible.”

Qiao Yiran also knew that he was a little unreliable, he sat in the back seat of the nanny's car, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Brother Feng, things were a little messy at the hospital last night, I didn't remember it for a while... ..."

Brother Feng waved his hand: "Forget it, anyway, the higher-ups don't expect much from you. Today, the film emperor Chen and the queen Xia Xia are both here, so you have to be more honest and don't let me lose the chain!"

The doubts in Qiao Yiran's heart were still unresolved, but he obediently complied with Brother Feng's request: "Well, I understand, I will not say a few words when the time comes."

Brother Feng's expression was full of resentment: "You... variety shows can't be good without talking!"

After a pause, Brother Feng waved his hand decadently again: "Forget it, forget it, I can't count on you anyway, as long as you can sit there honestly and be your vase, and nothing will happen to you, then I'll take care of you." Thank goodness!"

Although Qiao Yiran doesn't have much acting skills, fortunately, the original owner's acting skills are not very good. Today's show is just a variety show of answering questions. able to cope.

As soon as he arrived at the TV station, Feng Ge held the mobile phone and said good things to the people over there, while pulling Qiao Yiran to the backstage dressing room neatly.

It was still a little late for Qiao Yiran to arrive. When he walked into the dressing room, the makeup artist was already standing in front of other people and started working.

He calmly walked to another empty seat and sat down, waiting patiently for the makeup artist to finish the styling of the previous person.

Another newcomer sitting in front of the makeup mirror looked at Qiao Yiran's unhurried appearance, and the awkwardness in his heart still persisted: Isn't this Qiao Yi just relying on his good-looking face, who can neither sing nor sing? He can't dance, I really don't know what Feng Ge likes in him!

After waiting for a while, the make-up artist freed up his hands and started to help Qiao Yiran with styling. Qiao Yiran carefully looked at the face in the mirror. This was really too coincidental, so coincidental that he could not I don't have any doubts about the so-called "system": the person in the mirror looks almost like a young version of himself, with a sharp outline that makes people suspect that he is of mixed race, and there is a kind of unruly expression between his eyebrows and eyes.

If he was not very clear that he had indeed been in a car accident, Qiao Yiran would have started to wonder who had directed such a prank and tampered with his life so absurdly.

The makeup artist accepted the critical attack from Qiao Yiran's prosperous beauty at such a close distance, and almost wanted to take out his mobile phone to take a photo to show off to his little sisters.She barely suppressed her restless mood, and carefully brushed a few times along the direction of Joe's burning eyebrows, filling his eyebrows more perfectly.

Qiao Yiran finished her makeup quickly, and waited boredly in the dressing room.He flicked through the news on his phone, but suddenly saw a WeChat message pop up at the top.

This sudden message came from a person named A Xuan—"Brother Qiao, I heard that my elder brother was angry with you before? How are you doing now?"

Qiao Yiran raised his brows in surprise: this WeChat ID that didn't even show his profile picture was obviously different from the number that Yuan Bo usually used.Unexpectedly, the original body actually hides such a secret trumpet.

Qiao Yiran didn't respond for a while, and then another message was sent over there soon: "Brother Qiao, my elder brother is just like that, he can't stand others disobeying him, so don't provoke him too much. But this time , He really went too far, I apologize to you on his behalf, I will tell Dad truthfully about this matter. "

Tut tut tut!He also apologized to himself instead of Chu Zheng, the tone was really good for Bai Lian, Qiao Yiran was about to vomit out the last night's meal.

Qiao Yiran sneered, and silently narrowed his eyes: They are all foxes of a thousand years, who are they chatting with here?

It has been a day since Chu Zheng trapped himself in the villa, and he was admitted to the hospital once yesterday. As long as Chu Rongxuan has been paying attention to Chu Zheng's situation, it is impossible for him not to receive news.

It wasn't until I came to the program group today that I came to care about it. Every sentence was so obviously purposeful that the original owner, who was blinded by shit, couldn't see it. He thought the other party was kind, weak and pitiful. Woolen cloth.

Chu Rongxuan, the illegitimate son of the Chu family, finally got proud after entering the room like this, this bragging, almost stomped Chu Zheng's face on the ground.

With a sneer in her eyes, Qiao Yiran flipped through the chat records. Most of them were Bai Lianhua asking the original owner, and by the way, trying to get Chu Zheng's information. These greetings were mixed with unremarkable accusations against her elder brother and eye drops. , making the original owner even more dissatisfied with Chu Zheng.

When scrolling up suddenly, a message flashed, which made Qiao Yiran a little stunned: Isn't it the lack of men?Becoming a whore and wanting to set up a torii archway, pretending to be a chaste and strong woman every day in a cold manner, who will see it?

Seeing such a comment without the slightest respect made Qiao Yiran burst into anger, the original body is really a scumbag!

But thinking of Chu Zheng's initiative when facing him without any reluctance, Qiao Yiran silently put a question mark in his heart when he saw the resentful "cold".

After flipping through a bunch of chat records, the original owner and Chu Rongxuan didn't spend much time chatting because the two of them had been secretly in touch.

With Qiao Yiran's eyesight, he can easily see that Chu Rongxuan has been taking the opportunity of chatting with the original owner to try to get some of Chu Zheng's work situation, including the project he is discussing in England this time.

The project that Chu Zheng is discussing in the UK this time is an island development plan in cooperation with the famous British chaebol Daniel family. Although this project is not too large in size, once such a cross-border joint development project is passed, it will mark the Chu family and Daniel. The cooperation between the families has entered a new stage. The combination of the two giants will bring immeasurable benefits in the future.

Although the original body didn't know much about Chu Zheng's work, but in order to meet Chu Rongxuan's request, he would take advantage of his status to secretly pay attention to some special information.

Qiao Yiran flipped through these records, and his heart gradually sank: He still underestimated the shamelessness of the original owner!

The cooperation that Chu Zheng discussed with the Daniel family this time will undoubtedly greatly increase his voice in the Chu family, but if Chu Rongxuan takes the bottom line and takes the lead, the situation will be different in an instant.

To be cautious, Qiao Yiran exported a copy of the chat history, and then blocked Chu Rongxuan in one go.

Chu Rongxuan looked at the chat box and stayed on "the other party is typing" for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Brother Qiao?"

But I saw a red exclamation mark on the interface!

Was he blocked by Qiao Yiran? ? ?

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the other side.

Chu Zheng returned to the single ward of the hospital. Secretary Zhao sent him his personal computer. While typing on the keyboard silently, he waited for Qiao Yiran's show to end.

Until a message suddenly popped up in his private mailbox.

From a completely unknown contact with only one photo in the email content.

It was at a private reception, Qiao Yiran held a glass of red wine, and smiled at his wolfish and ambitious brother.

It is self-evident who the sender is.

Chu Zheng stared at the scene in silence for a long while, rubbed his stiff forehead lightly, and finally smiled self-deprecatingly.

The attitude of the other party has changed drastically. The two days of getting along in harmony once gave him some unattainable expectations secretly.

Just 2 minutes ago, he thought about picking up Qiao Yiran from get off work - he really wanted to be as close as every ordinary couple, clinging to each other, even if it was just for a moment.

If he could, he really didn't want to explore the truth. Whether it was self-deception or obsession, he didn't want to break such a rare and warm moment.

That person's tenderness and tolerance, after all, is still like the dew that evaporates in the desert, even if he desperately tries to hold his hand tightly, it is still in vain.

Some things, if you have to lose, it is better never to have.

Half an hour passed in silence.

Chu Zheng finally took out his mobile phone and called Secretary Zhao: "Yes, you can find someone to check it, and try to be careful."

"No, his authority is still the same, you just need to tell me the information you found."

——He still wanted to believe it again before he actually saw enough evidence to completely give up on him.

Afterwards, Chu Zheng neatly dragged the strange contacts in the mailbox into the blacklist.

The author has something to say: Qiao Qiao: What kind of mentally retarded white lotus, pull black!

Xiao Chu: Poor provocative tactics, boring!