After eating, and then sending Xia Yucheng back to MA, nothing happened along the way. Yan Ziqing felt that he was thinking too much, maybe those paparazzi just crashed into his car by accident, so he wanted to take a few photos that they thought were valuable, and it had nothing to do with Xia Yucheng.

He really couldn't think of any scandals on Xia Yucheng and let the paparazzi catch them.

"I got off work early today, you were photographed with me, be careful to be in the headlines as my gossip girlfriend!" Yan Ziqing stood in front of the car and slowly hooked his lips and said with a smile.

Xia Yucheng took the computer bag from his hand and replied easily: "I don't care! Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that my big brother will come back and beat me to death!"

"Thank you for sending me back! I'm going up!" Xia Yucheng knew that he was joking, and after speaking, he waved his hand and turned to enter the building.

MA's department is now moving in an orderly manner, so the building is busier than it used to be.

When Xia Yucheng returned to the office, she received a call from Xia Mingyou that she was going to return to China, and she screamed excitedly almost on the phone: "Great!"

"Yo, girl, so excited?"

"Brother, I miss you so much!" Xia Yucheng said coquettishly.

"Girl, I miss you too! Wait, my brother will be back soon. No, I'm still busy in the early morning, so I want to finish my work as soon as possible, so that I can come back to see you and my mother!"

At the mention of her mother, Xia Yucheng's heart suddenly sank, and she responded softly: "Oh!"

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing! Come back quickly! When you come back, I'll go to Wan'er's house to propose marriage. ”

"Okay!

……

After hanging up the phone, Xia Yucheng's mood was still very excited, and he was immersed in the joy of Xia Mingyou's imminent return to China all afternoon.

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Early the next morning, Xia Yucheng went to work in the company as usual, because he had been cooking porridge on the phone at night, and remembered his mother's affairs, and he didn't rest well, so his spirit seemed sluggish.

She asked the driver to park the car under the steps of the building, and the driver parked the car, got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Holding the drawings and carrying the computer bag, she stepped out of the car, and just took two steps, when suddenly, a magnesium light flashed, which startled her.

A group of men and women with long guns and short cannons rushed forward and stood in front of her despite the driver's obstruction.

"Is it Miss Xia Yucheng?"

"Excuse me, are you Miss Xia Yucheng?"

"Miss Xia, please tell us about your real thoughts when you took these photos!"

"Miss Xia, do you know how high the click-through rate of your photos is on the website?"

"Miss Xia, for what purpose are you posting such photos on the Internet?"

"Miss Xia...... Is there someone behind your back?"

"Miss Xia......"

……

The bombardment of everyone's gossip exploded Xia Yucheng's brain, and there was no way to think about it.

Photos?posted online?real thoughts?

One question after another made her feel heavy, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"That's enough! Which newspaper are you from?" The driver blocked in front of Xia Yucheng hard, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the microphones in the front, and pulled them away, "If you don't leave, I'm going to beat people!"

"Oh, you're still going to beat people? Freedom of the press, okay?"

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