Also, I found a marketing account and posted it online.
When He Yan encountered a credibility crisis, she didn't even know who was behind her.
She instinctively thought of Wen Qiao. After all, she had just designed a plan to have Wen Qiao attacked by public opinion, and the person most likely to attack her at this moment was Wen Qiao.
Yes, it was indeed He Yan who did what happened to Fang Duo.
Because Fang Duo is useless. She spent so much energy on promoting that girl, but she couldn't suppress Wen Qiao at all. So she might as well do something to get Wen Qiao into a public opinion storm.
But... Wen Qiao shouldn't know about this. Wen Qiao shouldn't even know who is supporting Xu Lu and Fang Duo behind the scenes.
Maybe she was worrying too much.
He Yan was in a state of panic. All her honors were taken back, netizens attacked her mercilessly, and the guild also fined her. Her image as a talented, wealthy and beautiful woman was in jeopardy.
When Wen Qiao saw all this, he just shrugged his shoulders. Who doesn't know how to play dirty
It only took her two days to do things for He Yan, and she did it without showing off or exposing herself at all. In the end, He Yan did not suspect Wen Qiao.
In He Yan's eyes, Wen Qiao was just a pretty but brainless girl. Such a meticulous design could not have been done by Wen Qiao.
She felt that it was a competitor in the jewelry design industry who disliked her, so he set her up behind her back.
She suffered a heavy loss this time, and the image she had worked so hard to build was destroyed in an instant.
Wen Qiao, who had hidden her merits and fame, finally took revenge on the people who harmed her. Now she had nothing to do, and then she suddenly remembered that Fu Nanli seemed to have been gone for a long time.
She quickly counted on her fingers and her heart sank. It had been eleven days, and there were only two days left, and it would be the thirteenth day.
She hurried to Fu Nanli's apartment. The terrace was shrouded in the evening rain and mist, and the room was quiet. Wen Qiao walked around inside and called his name, but there was no response.
She sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the rain washing the cannas. Wen Qiao called him again, but still no one answered.
In the dim room, the cell phone was placed on a round glass table, Fu Nanli's hand hovering over it, almost unable to resist answering her call, but finally lowered his hand.
He couldn't be soft-hearted and couldn't give up. After hearing her voice and seeing her face, he had no choice but to see her.
It’s better to wait for thirteen days until the disease breaks out and let Zhou Jin examine her first.
Wen Qiao hung up the phone and sent him a message [Where are you? I miss you so much]
Fu Nanli's fingertips trembled, and he put the phone upside down on the table. His eyes were turbulent and he was so depressed that he didn't know what to do.
Wen Qiao sat cross-legged on the sofa, waiting for his reply, from dawn to dusk, but there was no response from the phone.
Some bad premonitions suddenly flashed through his mind. Wen Qiao's palms felt cold, all the way down to his heart. He hurried to his bedroom and opened the cabinet on the bedside table to his right. It was empty. The case book he had seen before was no longer there.
She stood up and looked around. There was a small safe next to the wine cabinet. She ran over and saw that the password was six digits. After thinking for a moment, she pressed 001027, her birthday, but it was not correct.
910818, his birthday, is also wrong.
911027, click, the door of the safe opened. Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly didn't dare to open it. After hesitating for a while, he finally opened the door.
There was only a medical record in the safe. Wen Qiao's heart was beating like a war drum. He picked up the medical record with trembling fingertips and slowly turned a page.
(End of this chapter)