Chapter 87: Empress Qiao dies
Ye Chenxi motioned for him to put his phone on the table.
Chen Zuoxu shuddered and put the phone on the table.
The screen with a crack is facing up.
He probably didn't think it was good, so he reached out and flipped it over, wiping a handful of sweat by the way.
Ye Chenxi: "......"
It's more than a little nervous.
"Mr. Ye, can God Y help? Didn't he help Queen Qiao Ying before? Or ...... this time?"
Ye Chenxi put his hand on the arm of the chair, and knocked rhythmically.
After thinking about it, "Okay, you can go and get busy." β
Chen Zuoxu took his mobile phone and walked out cautiously.
"By the way, remember to buy a good tempered film. β
Ye Chenxi's words directly frightened Chen Zuoxu for a moment, "Okay, okay!"
Ye Chenxi stroked his forehead, let's take my time.
Why was he so afraid of her?
I really don't know how he managed to be calm and free at the last press conference.
Ye Chenxi was looking for information on the Internet, but he jumped out of the news window.
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Ye Chenxi didn't think much about it and clicked on it.
The accompanying pictures are all Qiao Moxin fainted that day, and was carried to the ambulance in the background, and then to the hospital.
It is understood that Qiao Moxin's physical condition has always been good, but her husband broke up with her publicly some time ago, and Qiao Moxin was so angry that she was hospitalized.
Then accompanied by a photo of her agent entering and exiting the ward door.
Was it because of the quality of the LX Group's clothes?
Still waiting for the results of the hospital......"
Ye Chenxi: "......"
Why is it involved in the LX Group again, this reporter shap?
Whoever wrote this news called Chen Zuoxu directly.
"You go and fix some press releases that say that Jomo Xin's death is related to the quality of LX Group's clothes, there can be, but not much. β
Besides, Qiao Moxin's physical condition is better, she has temporarily stopped filming before......
The dead are great, and she can be considered relieved now.
Ye Chenxi lowered his head and sank into the crook of his arm, a little low.
You have to say that Qiao Moxin is a loser, she has come back with an international actress trophy.
But if you want to say that she succeeds, it is indeed not easy for her.
The husband split his legs several times and had two miscarriages himself......
Ye Chenxi felt a headache, so he simply lay on his stomach and didn't move.
Is it possible to balance love and career?
Can you do it all successfully?
She was a little worried that she and Lu Licheng would become like strangers at that time.
Or, look at each other and hate each other......
I don't know how long it was, whether it was a few minutes or dozens of minutes.
She looked up and felt for any red marks on her head.
My arms are a little numb.
"Where's the phone?"
Half-squinted, still sleepy, "Why did you go to the ground again......"
Ye Chenxi turned on his phone, and there were two missed calls and dozens of messages.
[Xiaoxi, what do you eat for lunch?]
[Busy]
[Is braised fish eaten or boiled fish?]
[Do you want me to pick you up later?]
[Still busy]
[Xiaoxi, see me back]
Ye Chenxi: No matter how busy she is, she can't be as busy as Lu Licheng.
And so sweet to make her lunch......
Hurriedly made a phone call, "Hey, I'm busy, where are you?"
"Downstairs? I'll come down right now. β
When Ye Chenxi rushed downstairs, he found Lu Licheng leaning next to the front desk at the door.
One hand holds a mobile phone, and the other hand carries a thermos bucket.
I don't know how long I've been waiting for her.