Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

It was still raining outside the building.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel and change?"

Jiang Lingxi looked at the black commercial vehicle that had already parked in front of him, and shook his head, "No need."

The dress on her was a little longer at the back, and if the ground was not clean, she had to lift the skirt to walk away, but it was actually quite comfortable to wear.

"Just dress like this."

The clothes she wore every day in her previous life were much more complicated and labor-intensive than this one. Compared with those, this one can only be regarded as homely.

Shen Yunqing naturally had no objection. After the car stopped, she reached out to block the door that opened automatically, "Your Majesty, please."

Jiang Lingxi glanced at him, lifted the hem of her skirt, and got into the car swiftly.

She didn't ask where she was going, after all, it would be a place where she could definitely talk privately.

Zhao Xiaohu, who was in charge of driving, got out of the car and walked in front of his boss when he saw Shen Yunqing holding a plastic bag dangling in the wind. Looking closely, there seemed to be a wrinkled ball inside. Baba's paper, the face of the wheat complexion suddenly appeared dazed visible to the naked eye.

He had never seen anything like a plastic bag in his boss' hands.

"Boss, is this the trash you picked up? Give it to me, and I'll throw it away for you!"

Shen Yunqing was about to hand over the plastic bag and paused, "I'll have to work hard on you later, take the blood on the paper towel in this plastic bag to Lu Yena for testing. Tell him, after the test results come out, No matter how late it is, let me know as soon as possible."

Zhao Xiaohu's face straightened immediately, and his eyes on the plastic bag changed from distaste to seriousness in seconds, "I know the boss, I will definitely send the tissue to Master Lu intact!"

"Let's go."

After Shen Yunqing got into the car, the door closed silently.

Jiang Lingxi watched him take out a sterile paper towel and slowly wipe the ten fingers and palms, and then quietly admired it for a moment.

It wasn't until the used tissue was thrown into the car trash can that he stopped staring at someone's hands and asked aloud, "Who is Lu?"

"The founder of a laboratory specializing in the study of various strange diseases, especially blood diseases." Shen Yunqing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and showed Jiang Lingxi a photo in his album, "Three years ago, his laboratory The capital chain was broken, and I invested in his laboratory after learning about him, and I am now one of the shareholders."

Jiang Lingxi looked down at the photo on the phone screen.

He was a man with a gloomy but undeniably handsome face. He looked like he was in his thirties, but his temples were already graying.

There is also a little girl in her arms who is smiling shyly at the camera.

At the age of four or five, children of this age are generally chubby and cute, but the little girl in the photo is a little out of shape.

But it is not difficult to see the similarities in the eyebrows and eyes of the two.

"Father and daughter?"

Probably not siblings.

The age span is a bit large.

"Well, Lu Ye's laboratory was actually originally established for his daughter. This little girl named Lu Lu has suffered from a rare blood disease since she was born."

Jiang Lingxi touched the head of the little girl in the photo through the screen, and returned the phone, without asking him why he chose to fund Lu Ye's laboratory. After all, this laboratory does not make money, and it may be a bottomless pit.

Shen Yunqing didn't say why he did this in the first place.

Without him, just understand it in your heart.

Both of them moved past the subject in tacit agreement.

Jiang Lingxi touched the dragon pattern embroidery on the cuff of the dress on her body, "What is the relationship between Shen Chuyue and you?"

"She's Shen Hechen's older sister, she's the third wife of the Shen family, and they're all living in Shanghai."

"What about you, big room?"

"Well. There are currently four rooms in the Shen family."

"did not expect……"

Jiang Lingxi didn't continue talking, but Shen Yunqing could somewhat guess what she wanted to say.

When Dayin once ruled the Jiang family, it has already dissipated like the dust of history in the past thousand years.

The fact that the Shen family can continue to this day and can barely be called flourishing is not to say that it is not strong.

While Zhao Xiaohu was driving seriously, he tried his best not to look at the two people sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Miss Jiang would give him the feeling that she came to check the household registration. The key is that the boss is very cooperative.

This is the first time he has seen such an obedient boss.

After the commercial vehicle drove for a certain distance, Jiang Lingxi recognized that it was the road to Xiyuan.

Since we will talk about some private matters later, Xi Yuan is indeed a good choice.

However, it seems that there is still one person living in Xiyuan.

"Wait, did we forget about Shen Hechen?"

Shen Yunqing was stunned, "It's okay, he knows the way back to Xiyuan. If things go wrong, you can call Xia Zhi and ask the driver to pick him up."

Shen Hechen, who is learning how to use the taxi app from Lu Sen: "..."

Thank you cousin for reassuring him!
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"Sister Xu, sister Xu? The car has already left. Shall we go to the hospital first, or go back to the hotel directly?"

Xu Qingmei was brought back to her senses by the specially raised voice of the assistant next to her, and the scene she had just seen was replayed over and over again in her mind.

In the rain, Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing got into the same car one after the other.

Thinking of the wound that had landed on Jing Huai's arm, his face was so gloomy that the assistant beside him couldn't help shivering.

"Xu, Miss Xu, are you okay?"

"I'm not going to the hospital, I'm not going back to the hotel, I'm going straight home."

"Can……"

Xu Qingmei quickly swallowed back the assistant's words, and quickly turned her head to tell the driver, "Go back to the villa where sister Xu stayed most often."

As for the things left in the hotel, I can only order the rest of the team to clean them up.

Normally she would not dare to disobey Xu Qingmei's orders, let alone now.

So when Jing Huai and his assistant chased him to the top floor suite of the five-star hotel where he and Xu Qingmei stayed, they saw the door of Xu Qingmei's room was open, and several people from Xu Qingmei's team he knew were cleaning up inside, but Xu Qingmei herself was not there. .

In desperation, he directly pulled the arm of one of them, "Where is Miss Xu?"

The young man who was caught turned his head and glanced at him, "Sister Xu went home directly and didn't come to the hotel, didn't she tell you?"

Jing Huai was stunned for a moment.

What do you mean, Xu Qingmei is giving up. What about their cooperation?Do you still need to use the borrowing photos that have been taken?
If he left without leaving a word, what should he do next?
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he even forgot to let go.

Seeing this, the young man had no choice but to remind: "Mr. Jing, please let go of my arm first, I have to keep packing. Also, the wound on your arm seems to have burst open again, and blood is oozing out." , deal with it quickly."

Jing Huai hurriedly looked over his arm, and saw a thin scratch less than ten centimeters long, which had almost healed up on the way here, but now there was another string of thin scratches. blood beads.

I can only go back to the bathroom in another suite to wash, "By the way, do you have any hemostatic medicine?"

Originally, he thought that the wound was so small that he didn't plan to apply medicine at all, but now he saw the pink blood in the sink that hadn't completely flowed into the sewer, and inexplicably thought of the wound that Xu Qingmei scratched his arm on the stage and then exposed it. With a terrified expression, I felt a little more uneasy for no reason.

The voice of the assistant came in from outside the door, "No, Brother Huai. Did you hurt something, then I'll go downstairs to buy it now!"

Jing Huai looked at the wound that was slowly oozing blood after washing, and took a deep breath, "Go quickly, the Band-Aid is also needed!"

Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing outside, Jing Huai first took out a tissue to cover the wound, and then came out of the bathroom with heavy feet.

Taking the mobile phone on the sofa in the living room, he clicked on Xu Qingmei's profile picture, and saw a red exclamation mark in front of the last message sent, and then remembered that Xu Qingmei had unilaterally deleted his friend as early as last night .

As we all know, if you delete a friend, all the previous chat information will also disappear, unless you find a professional person to restore it.

Xu Qingmei's tricks are more than he imagined.

Originally, he should have learned the tricks and stopped looking for Xu Qingmei, because he really made this girl angry.

But now he was uneasy, so he gritted his teeth and applied for a friend again.

Xu Qingmei was resting in the car with her eyes closed, when she was carefully woken up by her assistant.

He opened his eyes impatiently, "What's wrong?"

"Sister Xu," the assistant handed over her mobile phone and explained in a low voice, "Jing Huai just applied for your friend."

Just as Xu Qingmei was about to take the phone over, she paused, "Don't worry about it."

"okay, I get it."

The assistant observed the situation, and quickly turned off the screen of the phone when he saw the situation.

"Call me when you get home."

"it is good."

The carriage on this side was quiet again, and in the hotel suite on the other side, Jing Huai's assistant had just opened the door carrying a large bag of trauma medicine, and witnessed another new mobile phone that had just been used for a few days scrapped.

He carefully stepped over a few broken parts of the mobile phone, walked up to Jing Huai, didn't dare to ask any more questions, and only whispered: "Brother Huai, I bought the medicine back, so I'll put it on for you right now?"

"Otherwise, how long do you want to wait?" Jing Huai couldn't help but glance over in vain, and stretched out his hand to grab the bag of medicine, "I'll do it myself!"

He didn't worry if he didn't wipe it himself this time.

The assistant naturally didn't dare to say anything, seeing that Jing Huai's movements were rusty and smeared a lot, but they were not wrong anyway, so he turned around to clean up the wreckage on the ground, and looked for the phone card that had been dropped somewhere.

Before he found it, he heard a distraught voice above his head, "What kind of medicine did you buy for me? After I applied it, the wound stopped bleeding, but it was very itchy!"

It was so itchy that he scratched his heart and liver, wishing to scratch that piece of skin to pieces.

But when I washed it off, I was afraid that the wound would continue to bleed.

So I could only be angry at the assistant who came back from buying medicine.

The assistant was stunned by his scolding, and before he could continue to look for the phone card, he hurried back to check the ointment that had been used up for a while, "Look, Brother Huai, this is for stopping bleeding, and it was given to me by the pharmacy clerk. The recommended one is the best selling one, and the freshly produced ones have not expired."

Jing Huai's lips trembled suddenly, and he suddenly bent down and picked up the fruit knife on the coffee table.