Ying Qiao is really a very strange woman, this is another feeling that Duane has generated.

It stands to reason that something like that happened just now, and now in the face of Duane, it should be a normal reaction to cry and cry, at least it must be pear blossoms with rain, right?

But that's not the case.

After Duan's greeting came out, he heard Ying Qiao whisper to him "Thank you", then slowly stood up holding his stomach, walked to the car she jumped off before, looked on the ground, and then slowly bent down, picked up a black women's bag not far from the car, and finally slowly paced in the direction of Duane, while walking, he also opened the bag and rummaged inside, probably to see if anything had been dropped.

Duane saw that during the whole process, except for the occasional frown on her face due to pain, it was relatively calm at all times, and there was no trace of crying at all.

It's a wonder.

When Ying Qiao walked in front of him, Duane saw that she had finally taken her eyes back from her bag and pulled it up.

Duane asked, "Isn't there anything missing?"

Ying Qiao shook his head and said, "No." Then Duane asked the question he had always wanted to ask, "Who is he? What's going on with you?"

"I don't know him......"

With Ying Qiao's narration, Du Jian slowly understood the reason for this incident: Ying Qiao came to Beijin recently because of work, but something seemed to have happened, and his work was not going well, and he was running outside every day. Today is also a day of travel, and when I was going to take the bus back as usual, I received a phone call calling her to go over, it was related to work.

Ying Qiao didn't dare to slack off, but the bus was delayed, and the taxi was nowhere to be seen, so she had no choice but to take a black car for fear of delaying the time. But she didn't expect that in the process of driving, she found that the driver was driving in a wrong direction, and the more she drove it, the more she drove it. Not at all where she was going.

She asked to get out of the car many times, but the driver kept delaying and just wouldn't stop, and she could see that something was wrong. simply jumped out of the car, and everything after that, Duane saw it.

“…… That's basically the way it is,"

When Du ane heard this, he couldn't help but sigh a little: This is still at the feet of the Son of Heaven. There would be such a thing, and the black car driver's approach was obviously to rob, and maybe even want to rob by the way. It's a shame that he ran into it today, otherwise he would have been dragged away if he didn't happen to do it.

After Ying Qiao finished speaking, he looked at Duane, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Can you lend me your mobile phone to use it?" I just looked at it, maybe I pressed it when I jumped down just now, and my mobile phone has a problem and I can't use it. ”

Duane put away the exclamation just now and looked at her with interest: he had known Ying Qiao from driving school to now. This is the first time I have seen a look of embarrassment in this woman's eyes.

She doesn't seem to like bothering people.

"Absolutely,"

Duane said, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it over. Then he saw Ying Qiao take the phone, took out a piece of paper from his bag, and dialed the number on it.

While she waited for the phone to connect, Duane asked, "You still deliberately wrote down the numbers?

Ying Qiao replied: "My mobile phone has a bit of a problem, and it often malfunctions. If something else is fine, if something urgent happens, it will really be called heaven and earth, so I have the habit of writing down such important numbers temporarily. ”

Duane remembers that when he was in driving school, it was very cold. After they have been studying in the same car for so long, the words between the two of them may not have been as much as they have just said, but she has talked a lot today, and she should be grateful that she saved her. I'm embarrassed to say it, so I have to talk a lot to express it.

The two were talking here, and the man over there kept humming on the ground, but he just didn't get up, maybe Duane was really a little heavy just now, and in the man's humming. Ying Qiao's phone call was also connected.

Fang Dao...... I'm sorry, something happened to me, can you give me some more time...... No need to go over?...... Well......"

After seeing Ying Qiao hang up the phone, Du An's eyes stared at the phone screen for a while before he raised his head, returned the phone to himself, and then stuffed the note with the phone number back into his bag.

"Fang Dao's past work is related", is it still at this point in time......

Du An's also been in this industry for two years, and he still knows something to some extent, and he can hear the Tao in it very easily.

"Calling you to dinner?"

Ying Qiao said "um", and then Du Jian became more interested, staring at Ying Qiao: As soon as the memory door was opened, it couldn't be stopped, and everything poured out, so he also clearly remembered that when he was in the driving school, Ying Qiao seemed to have encountered someone organizing a dinner once, but that time she simply pushed it neatly, how could she do it this time?

Fang Dao...... Which one is it?"

Ying Qiao didn't look at Du An, and replied without raising his head: "Fang Jinyang." ”

Duane frowned and thought for a long time before he remembered who this person was: a TV series director, a little famous.

The two of them were talking about each other, and someone next to them gradually came out, and when they saw that something seemed to be going on here, they slowly gathered around, watching and discussing with each other.

"Hey, what's going on? Fight, it's here. Why did you start fighting?" ......

One, two, three, four, after dinner, more and more people appeared around.

It may be that the man's miserable appearance makes these people a little taboo, no one dares to come up to these residents, they are all around to watch the excitement, so Duane didn't care to inquire about Ying Qiao's dinner, lowered his head, stretched out one hand and pulled Ying Qiao to get in the car and leave.

"Let's go. ”

Although he happened to be a victim in this matter, he was a righteous and courageous person, and his identity was okay and tenable, but he was a public figure after all, and it was better not to have anything to do with this kind of thing. Otherwise, even if you are white, there will be media that will write you as black.

This kind of trouble is better to be less troublesome.

But he didn't want to get into trouble, and the trouble came to the door on its own.

As Ulaula's voice came from far and near, a police car appeared on the other end.

He can't leave even if he wants to.

The time between the appearance of someone around and the arrival of the police is too short, and it is impossible for the surrounding people to report to the police.

Thinking of this, Du An's looked at the man who had been humming before, only to see that he slowly got up, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and several blood marks hung on his face, looking very wolf, but his eyes were unruly and very proud.

"You had a good time just now, wait for you!"

As soon as he shouted like this, he touched the sore spot again, and immediately hugged his chin and grinned, inhaling cool air.

Judging by the situation, it was really this guy who called the police.

Duane looked at him and felt a little ridiculous in his heart: Could it be that he still wants to beat him up?

Du An, just as he was thinking, suddenly a white light flashed, he subconsciously frowned, and looked at the source of the light: I saw that in the crowd of onlookers, there was a young man holding a camera to take pictures here.

Someone next to him asked him, "Little Liu, what are you shooting?"

When Duane heard this, his heart relaxed a little: he thought it was a paparazzi, and he was thinking about how the paparazzi could be so powerful, it turned out to be just ordinary neighbors, so the situation would be much better.

However, the people of Beijin are really rich, and any neighbor has a camera, and it looks like this equipment is quite professional.

And the young man called Xiaoliu replied while filming: "This is Duan, I just won the Huabiao Award for Best Director yesterday, and I am also the youngest Best Director so far, but he is a famous director!"

Sure enough, I still recognized it. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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