Chapter 267 I seem to like you again (1/3)
The person with the lowest sense of presence around her is probably Zheng Yun. From the beginning of working with a stylist to being almost assaulted and then being rescued by her as an assistant, there seems to be nothing strange, even her. Nor does she treat assistants harshly like other artists, why should she lie to her
Does Zheng Yun and Lin Xing have an enemy
Lin Xing once blamed her
Qiao Yimo was really thinking about the headache and didn't want to understand the reason.
She rubbed her temples heavily, leaned back softly, closed her eyes irritably, and stopped thinking about it.
The car drove smoothly, but after all, it was not as comfortable as **, she was asleep and awake intermittently.
Until the vibration of the mobile phone in the bag made her slightly awake.
"Hello?" He was too sleepy, and his voice didn't have much strength.
"Momo, where have you been? I'm still looking for you on the set."
Qiao Yimo was startled, blinked, and his consciousness became clearer at the same time, "Oh, sorry, Sister Xiao, I just forgot to call you. I have something to do. I have taken Assistant Jiang's car and left."
Xiao Xiao, "..."
"You called Assistant Jiang so you don't want an agent, right? Qiao Yimo, the murdered old lady has been looking for you for a long time, and even the actor and little brother Gu were alarmed by me. How can I explain it to others?"
Qiao Yimo, "..."
She squeezed her eyebrows helplessly, "Can't you call me directly? Why are you looking for them?"
"I thought you were still on the set, but I didn't know you had escaped."
"Okay, I'll call them back later."
"OK, I'll leave the rest to you, and I want to go back."
Seeing her about to hang up, Qiao Yimo suddenly said, "Wait. Are you alone now? Is Zheng Yun beside him?"
"She's packing things in there, I'm by the car alone, eh, what's wrong?"
Qiao Yimo opened his mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say.
After all, even Xiao Xiao thought it was Lin Xing who was the murderer last night, and she suspected that Zheng Yun would feel unreasonable, and she might even question it face to face.
After thinking about it, she still felt that the explanation on the phone was not clear, and said: "Tomorrow morning you will come to the hotel alone to find me."
Although Xiao Xiao was puzzled, she understood what she meant, and immediately agreed, "Okay, I will see you tomorrow morning.
, But, I hope to have some work benefits, let me meet your President Fu Da. "
Qiao Yimo didn't refuse, but just smiled, "It depends on your luck, I hope he will be there when you arrive."
"Damn! That old lady must crawl over before dawn."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Qiao Yimo sent a safety message to Shi'an via WeChat. As for Gu Zhen, she had been blocked by her and she had no contact information, so she did not notify.
Half-lying, then fell asleep again in a daze. This time he slept deeply. Jiang Yi stopped the car and called her without responding. Finally, helpless, he could only call Fu Sinian.
Three minutes later, the man Junba's figure appeared beside the car, and without saying anything, he opened the car door and hugged him out sideways.
Feeling the body being moved, the woman opened her eyes vigilantly. When she saw the handsome face of the man, she was confused for a second before she said softly, "Si Nian?"
"Well, awake?"
Qiao Yimo raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and was a little confused, "Where is this?"
Small restaurant, the interior decoration looks quite tasteful.
"Restaurant, eat."
"..."
Qiao Yimo stayed, "You asked me to come back earlier just for a meal?"
"Otherwise, what do you think is wrong?"
"Just the two of us?"
"Is there a third person?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo wrinkled her slender eyebrows, and her little white face was confused.
She thought there was something big, it turned out to be just a meal.
However, it is also very strange to let him treat her to a meal outside.
The man held her all the way to the reserved position before putting it down.
The spacious hall, without a single guest, looks like it has been booked.
She guessed that he did not like making noise.
"Why do you suddenly want to take me out for dinner?"
In fact, the hotel they stayed in was a five-star hotel. The three meals were also very high-end, and they could be eaten in the suite.
The man poured her a cup of hot water, then poured himself a cup, and said in a low voice, "Does this kind of thing need to be planned in advance?"
Is that a temporary decision
Qiao Yimo took a sip of water, his eyes floated around, then he pulled a chair and sat down next to him, and asked expectantly, "The sky is back.
So early, what are we going to do after dinner? "
The man raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you just fall asleep when you were tired? What do you want to do if you don't go back to rest?"
"I slept for a while and now I am awake, and I can't sleep so early when I go back." The woman chuckled, her eyes shining with stars, "Why...you will walk around with me for a while?"
I have been in Lanzhou for a few days, and I have been busy all the time, and I don't have time to spend a good time with him.
"Eat first." The man glanced down at her, neither agreed nor refused.
It was probably the man who ordered the back chef in advance, and Qiao Yimo found that the dishes on offer were all in line with his own taste, his brows were immediately dyed with joy, and the sweetness was almost overflowing.
The man stared at her abruptly and said, "Did you drink gold in the soup? Don't let me think that I came out to eat with a fool."
"..."
The woman suddenly receded her expression, but the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising, her eyes sideways looking obsessively at the handsome silhouette of the man, she whispered, "What should I do? I seem to like you again."
Sudden confession.
The man's eyes darkened suddenly, the movement in his hand stopped, and his heart was slightly shaken.
Almost without hesitation, he suddenly raised that little face, lowered his head and kissed it.
Qiao Yimo was stunned.
His lips were not cold for the first time, it was probably the temperature of the food.
He didn't hold her, and didn't do anything extra. The man just held her head with one hand, and naturally leaned sideways and kissed, with his lips touching, a touch of deep lingering and gentleness.
Although Qiao Yimo was courageous by his training, after all, it was a public place, she still felt shy, her cheeks gradually became hot and red, and her small hand was gently pressed against his chest.
When she thought of someone watching her, her heart beat faster.
After a minute, the man finally let go of her.
Qiao Yimo immediately slumped on the table and gasped for breath, and the blood color spread to the back of his ears.
After all, they were two chairs, and she couldn't get into the arms of a man to calm them down.
The man was a lot quieter, but when he saw her reaction, he suddenly said a little amused: "You might as well just get under the table."
The woman with her head buried in a dull voice, "If it weren't for fear of embarrassing you, I really want to drill the table."
It would be even more embarrassing to be photographed by a reporter.
(End of this chapter)