"Miss Yao Mulan. I heard that Yao's company is facing a major crisis, and this time I want to save Yao's group's predicament by marrying with Song's group. Is that really the case?"

Just when Su Yiqing was still in a trance, the microphone suddenly came over, which caught Su Yiqing off guard. Faced with the reporter's question, he was speechless, and could only ask Song Yiheng for help.

"That...... Miss Yao suffered from a cold last night and her throat was inflamed, so she can't answer your question!"

The reporter didn't appreciate it, and continued to ask reluctantly: "Miss Yao Mulan, please answer my question!"

Su Yiqing knew that she was not Yao Mulan of Yao's company at all, and she didn't know how to deal with reporters' questions at all. Try your best to calm the panic in your heart, and always remember Miss Shana's warning: don't speak, don't have any thoughts.

Song Yiheng glanced at Su Yiqing, who was nervous and her face was tense, and then glared coldly at the reporter who didn't know what to do. With a blank face, he said, "Get out." ”

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and President Song's wife was very cold. Not even a polite reply. The president of Song's International Group was even more protective of his wife, and he was extremely domineering and directly ordered the expulsion of the customer in the face of the stalker.

Facing Song Yiheng's angry glare, the reporter laughed dryly and took a few steps back. I'm afraid that if I offend Song Yiheng, my job will not be guaranteed.

Su Yiqing slowly gained some simple understanding of the current situation. It turned out that the man sitting next to him turned out to be the top boss of the top boss of the company he worked for...... The big boss of the Song International Group. It is unbelievable that he is sitting here to hold an engagement conference instead of the president's fiancée at this time. Su Yiqing couldn't calm the shock in her heart for a long time......

After a round of applause, the more than half-hour press conference ended. Su Yiqing dragged her tired body, left her position, and went to the bathroom to remove her makeup. Wash off the thick layer of powder on your face and look at your own face in the mirror. According to Xana, she looks very similar to the president's fiancée before she was kidnapped by Scar's angry dog.

"Miss Yao Mulan, it's Miss Yao Mulan!" At this time, a man in a women's long skirt came out of a toilet, and as soon as he came out, he asked Su Yiqing something about the inside story of the Song Group.

Male reporters, women's clothes, Tibetan women's toilets, it seems that they have been planned for a long time and have been in ambush for a long time.

Su Yiqing was taken aback: "Who are you? Why are you in the women's toilet." ”

The women's clothing boss hurriedly showed his press card: "Miss Yao, don't be afraid. I'm a reporter, I just want to ask you a few questions......" The man said and approached Su Yiqing even more rudely.

The reporter approached, and Su Yiqing took a step back in fear: "I don't know anything." Please get out of here. ”

And the rest of the story goes on. Suddenly, Su Yiqing's twelve-centimeter high heels fell on her feet, and her whole center of gravity was unstable and fell next to the sink, and a light long dress instantly cracked, and with a "bang", a big mouth was torn out, and a fair skin appeared in front of the placket.

"Miss Yao, don't get excited! I just want to ask what is the inside story that makes the Song Group willing to put down its position to help a Yao's enterprise that is about to go bankrupt? More willing to marry a strange woman? And it is rumored that you are very inappropriate in the United States? I don't know if it's true!" The reporter asked eagerly.

With an ankle injury, Su Yiqing couldn't stand in pain, and the sweat of the bean fell down drop by drop.

Outside the door, Yan Hezhi happened to pass by, heard Su Yiqing's call for help, and immediately rushed into the bathroom, kicking the male reporter to the ground.

"Where did you come from, journalist, from today onwards, you're finished. As he spoke, he took off his suit, wrapped Su Yiqing, and picked Su Yiqing up from the ground. The movements were chic and neat, making Su Yiqing's whole heart "thump" and beat hard.

Yan Tesuke is like a prince in a fairy tale, always able to rescue the princess in times of crisis!

……

Song Group, inside the President's Office.

Yan Hezhi said respectfully to Song Yiheng, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window: "I checked it, it's a small website that has not been invited." ”

"Security personnel were all replaced. Song Yiheng looked at the traffic of people coming and going downstairs, and said to Yan Hezhi without hurry. The Song Group does not allow such mistakes to happen.

Yan Hezhi has followed Song Yiheng for many years, and he knows Song Yiheng's thoughts and methods very well.

On the sofa on the side of the office, the doctor was helping Su Yiqing bandage her injured foot. Su Yiqing was so pained that tears rolled in her eyes, her little face flushed, but she didn't dare to make a sound. I'm afraid that Jean will disturb the conversation between the president and Yan Tezhu......

When Yan Hezhi turned around to retreat, he caught a glimpse of Su Yiqing, the long skirt was lifted to her knees, and the torn dress unconsciously revealed the fair skin inside. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't dare to say anything, her blushing little face and the innocence in her eyes, she would have thought that she had deliberately seduced Song Yiheng here.

Realizing Yan Hezhi's gaze, Su Yiqing hurriedly lowered her skirt and pulled the suit away. It was so embarrassing to be disheveled in front of Yan Tezhu, whom he admired.

"Yan Tezhu, thank you for saving me again! I'll return this dress to you after I go home and wash it!" Su Yiqing was at a loss and said embarrassedly.

Yan Hezhi smiled faintly: "Okay, I have to wash it! I'll wait for you to bring it back and give it back to me." As he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and rub Su Yiqing's long wavy hair: "It's so soft long hair! It's as soft as your voice, it's really good!"

When Yan Hezhi said that, Su Yiqing's face turned shy and pink.

Yan Hezhi inexplicably liked Su Yiqing's shy answer, and couldn't help but tease: "Your face is so easy to redden, it will be easy to make a man's heart move." ”

"Ahem......" At this time, Song Yiheng coughed lightly, interrupting Yan Hezhi's teasing of Su Yiqing.

Yan He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and reluctantly said goodbye to Su Yiqing.

Song Yiheng walked up to Su Yiqing and looked condescendingly at Su Yiqing who fell on the sofa: "The play is over, and you have got the money." You can leave. ”

Song Yiheng turned his back to the light projected by the floor-to-ceiling window, and his entire tall body was immersed in a soft orange soft light, and the outline of his body was gilded with a layer of gold by the dazzling sunlight. It is as if it is a god in the sky, and it exudes a brilliance that makes people admire and worship. Su Yiqing was a little dizzy when she saw this, and couldn't help but murmur: "Oh! You look like a god." ”

As soon as she spoke, Su Yiqing realized that she was rude, lowered her head in embarrassment, and did not dare to look at Song Yiheng.

Song Yiheng snorted coldly. I have seen this kind of vain and flattering woman a lot, and I don't think so.