The Gossip Bride Return !

"Miss Wen."

"Yan Mo Chen is not in the company these days. Do you know what happened?"

Warmth has not seen Yan Mo Chen for several days. She can't help calling the private detective. There is a slight smile on the other end of the phone, which seems to be laughing at the problem of warmth.

"Don't Miss Wen know? Zhong Yu International will hold an art exhibition in the nature of public welfare tomorrow night. The biggest gimmick is Yan Mo Chen. President Yan will appear as a model finale at that time. This matter is found in the newspapers. "

Warm face a change, the other side is in the dark ridicule she is ignorant? This tone really makes people angry, but the other party did not show, it is obvious that she can not directly attack.

"What time is the exhibition tomorrow evening?"

"Oh? Does Miss Wen want to go? It's just that there are invitation cards for this exhibition. I don't know Miss Wen? "

She took a few deep breaths and clenched her teeth and said:

"I know you have a way. I won't lose you money. Get it for me!"

Wen hung up the phone badly when a servant knocked on the door.

"Miss Wen."

The servant bowed to the warmth and began to clean up. The impatient warmth did not suit his eyes. He saw the servant come in, picked up a cup and smashed it on the floor beside the servant's feet.

"Who allowed you in? Get out of here. "

"But Miss Wen..."

The servant took a look at the debris on the ground and then looked at the white feet warm stepping on the carpet. If the servant accidentally stepped on these debris for a while, the consequences would be much more serious than now.

"I told you to get out of here, don't you understand me?"

"But Miss Wen, if you don't clean them up, these pieces will hit you."

The servant said this quickly, but what she received was a vase for decoration on the bedside table. The vase with fine white porcelain fell on the servant's body again, and her body was smashed and tilted.

"Go away!"

Then there were all kinds of sundries in the room, which were smashed by warm hands. The servant was so hurt that he left the door and his face was blue and blue.

"Well, I'm afraid miss Wen is crazy."

She took a long breath and told the other servants not to enter the warm room at this time, and then she went back to the room to apply medicine.

At this time, the warmth after a vent, the anger in my heart dissipated a lot. Thinking of what kind of art exhibition she would go to tomorrow, she decided to go shopping and choose a suit of clothes first.

She looked at the messy room and told the servants to clean it before she came back. All the servants bowed their heads and no one answered. She was relieved when she went out warm.

"Eyssen, this is the plan. You go through it for the last time."

"Qing Yan, this document is for JOJO."

"Who..."

Throughout the day, the studio kept this kind of chaos, but it was not chaos. It should be said that these people were like chicken blood, and documents were sent one after another.

"It's said that artists are crazy. It's really good to see that."

Yan Mo Chen stood on the edge of Lu Qingyan with his hands around his chest. He seemed to say that again. Look at the princess, this is the land I have made for you.

Well, Lu Qingyan admits that this is the reason why she has watched too many TV dramas recently. She had a warm look at the recent ancient costume TV series with Xiao Xi just after lunch.

She rolled her eyes at Yan Mo Chen without any cover up. She is now a member of the studio and an assistant to the art director. This guy said that all the artists were crazy. Didn't he scold her?

"Why do you roll my eyes? I'm telling the truth. "

Yes, yes, you always say the truth. Lu Qingyan's disdain can no longer be hidden, turned into the office, looking at JOJO in front of the desk busy can not look up to ask himself what can help.

However, JOJO looked up at her with sincere eyes:

"your task is to accompany the master at the door. You'd better send him away quickly, and don't let him run around and see the mascots of our company."

To be frank, it is because these people have lost the face of the studio. There are four mascots in Qingyi studio, namely, Zhichu Yi, an orchid steel pipe, who specializes in the old driver Park Dance season, and people come to crazy tan one by one.

Oh, the last mascot is struggling with the goal of karoshi in the office. No one else can be seen except that one.

Lu Qingyan was lucky to see the scene of Park Dance Season and tan one by one. It was called a mob dance, which almost lifted the roof. As soon as the old driver drove the train, people would go crazy and dance striptease.

If Yan Mo Chen saw this, he would think that this is a mental hospital, right? Or send them all to a mental hospital. Lu Qingyan patted her forehead and quickly stood on the edge of Yan Mo Chen to catch the wind. What could she do to stop her.

It is not for Yan Mo Chen to block, but for Yan Mo Chen not to let this become the first scene of murder. Yan Mo Chen looked at Lu Qingyan strangely. He didn't know that in Lu Qingyan's mind, he had fought with the demons for 300 rounds."Well, tomorrow's work is finished too!"

As a person stretched out his hands to celebrate, others also successively dropped the things in their hands to celebrate. For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic.

Yan Mo Chen frowned and turned to look at Lu Qingyan, until Lu Qingyan felt uncomfortable and asked him.

"I think you should change your job."

It's not what you see. These people are normal. Lu Qingyan didn't know what to say until she heard the crisp and steady sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the floor, followed by a soft cough. In an instant, the whole world was quiet.

"Hard work, dinner, I'll take it."

The mascot, oh no, he Xiangsheng glanced at the whole studio. After three seconds of silence, he Xiangsheng gave out a huge cheer. He Xiangsheng frowned slightly. It was probably these cheers that pierced her ears.

"Go?"

He Xiangsheng slightly moved his head and let Yan Mo Chen enter his own field of vision. Then he asked. Yan Mochen probably knew this man's virtue, and nodded his head after a little consideration.

"Good."

Yan Mo Chen has his own plan. In case Lu Qingyan drinks too much, he can send her back. He can see this woman's drunkenness alone, or he can take her back to their home.

However, all Yan Mo Chen's plans failed. He Xiangsheng said that the dinner was just a simple dinner. Apart from a glass of champagne in front of everyone, there was no alcohol at all.

"Well, I'll tell you. You know eyssen's habits anyway."

JOJO stands up with the champagne and raises the glass in his hand.

"Eat well tonight and drink after the show tomorrow. Eyssen, whatever you want. I can borrow my assistant from you

JOJO did not hesitate to "book" he Xiangsheng out, but also sold Lu Qingyan, ignoring the murderous cold rays on the side and happily ate the food on the plate.

Although Lu Chen's eyes are not deep enough to see Lu Chen's body, they are not inclined to look at her.

All the way to the end of the table, Mo Chen's eyes have not changed a bit, is not tired? Lu Qingyan almost blurted out. Fortunately, reason stopped him in time.

"Pour your face."

Yan Mo Chen walks beside Lu Qingyan and finally calls her. Lu Qingyan turns her head and looks at Yan Mo Chen deeply.

"What are you doing?"

"You've changed a lot."

"Oh, really?"

Lu Qingyan tugs at the corners of his mouth and replies casually. Unexpectedly, Yan Mo Chen is full of seriousness.

"You're more lively than before. It's a good change. I like it."

If it wasn't for Yan Mo Chen or that overbearing president's tone, Lu Qingyan would have thought he was confessing to her, but then again, how could such a thing be possible.

What this person cares about most is warmth, and what he thinks about is warmth. Maybe he just said that because Yan Mochen was a little distracted and saw the warm shadow on her.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyan suddenly felt a sour nose, and then shook his head hard. Don't be silly. Lu Qingyan, this man doesn't love you, and you don't love this man anymore. Why do you want to be nostalgic?

After telling himself in his heart that he had already finished several times, Lu Qingyan finally blocked all the acid water that almost overflowed in his heart.

In other words, Mo Chen's perception was almost the same as that of the dummy. The people around him changed their minds several times. He didn't feel at all. He picked up a wisp of Lu Qingyan's hair with his hand and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

"What shampoo do you use? The hair tastes good. Cut me a strand. "

In a tone of command, Lu Qingyan was really angry with this man. A minute ago, he gave her some romantic illusion, and a minute later he asked her to cut her hair to him? What's wrong with this man?

"No?"

Yan Mochen frowned at Lu Qingyan's expression. He didn't sleep well recently. He felt relieved to smell the fragrance of Lu Qingyan's hair. What he said was just a joke. However, the woman said that one day husband and wife were grateful for one hundred days. This woman had been with him for five years, but now he is not willing to give him a wisp of hair? Thinking of this, Yan Mo Chen's mood suddenly became bad, even his tone became much worse.

"Get in the car and I'll take you back."

Lu Qingyan is angry and laughs. She doesn't want to say anything to Yan Mochen. It's him who puts forward this kind of inexplicable request. Why does this person get angry in turn?

Yan Mo Chen from the rearview mirror saw Lu Qingyan face with a sarcastic smile, the mood suddenly sink to the bottom of the valley, this damned woman.

Yan Mochen gnashing his teeth in the bottom of his heart, suddenly began to miss the obedient Lu Qingyan who had been obedient to him at the beginning, as well as the warmth in his memory. Gradually, the two figures overlapped in Yan Mochen's mind.