"Why," Ling Qingfeng said incomprehensibly.

"With all due respect, the reason why Ms. Sarah didn't come is also related to the uproar during this time." Hellen shrugged and said helplessly.

Hearing this, Jiang Minglang and Mei Bing were a little embarrassed in their hearts. This kind of question, no one really dared to raise it in front of Ling Qingfeng.

"Wouldn't it be nice to take this opportunity to clarify," Ling Qingfeng asked with a smile. Could this be the reason, it's not like Sarah's style?

"How to clarify, and Ms. Sarah, you should know what affection you have." Helen said with a little sadness. Emotions are such a thing, really how to say how to be, because others have no answers. Moreover, hellen knew the past of Sarah and Ling Qingfeng, so he knew the weight of this sentence.

"We're friends now. And if you want to clarify, it's not impossible. As far as I know, Sarah is also a person who cherishes feathers very much. Ling Qingfeng smiled generously. During this time, Sarah's performance was clear to him that Sarah was by no means a pure friend to him. However, what happened during this time seems to be not so simple, it seems to be related but it is confusing.

"Women's minds are complicated, and I don't quite understand them. But with regard to your comments, I would like to give you some advice to Ms. Sarah. As for whether she can agree or not, I don't know. But I don't think it's going to affect our cooperation, you say," hellen smiled. Her words were tactful, but they clearly conveyed two meanings. One is that you can pretend that you don't know Sarah's affection, but the facts are in front of you. The second is that Sarah is likely to disagree to attend the press conference, but cooperation is cooperation.

From a woman's point of view, Mei Bing felt that Helen's words were very credible, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy for Sarah in her heart.

From a man's point of view, Jiang Minglang may feel that Sarah is a little hypocritical.

"I'm waiting for your news." Ling Qingfeng's words were very vague, making it impossible to hear what he meant. What has happened during this time, he still needs to sort it out again.

"I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Helen wasn't sure what Ling Qingfeng was thinking, but he couldn't ask things clearly. Next, she'll think about it.

"Okay." Ling Qingfeng nodded.

Chinese.

Li Guobin shook his head that was a little sore and slowly opened his eyes. This is where he was obviously preparing to get up and go to France, why he tried to remember in such a strange place, but he couldn't remember anything.

Li Guobin stood up and was about to open the door, but found that the door was locked. He couldn't figure out what was going on. But he understands that brute force is inefficient, so he simply calms down and recuperates.

After about an hour, the door was opened. In came a lean man, with curly yellow hair, wearing a black leather jacket, leather pants and leather boots, followed by two tall, muscular foreigners, like bodyguards.

Through the open door, Li Guobin knew that it was already dark outside, which meant that he had been here for at least twelve hours. What the hell are they trying to do?

"Looks like you're in pretty good shape." The man smiled appreciatively, sat leisurely opposite Li Guobin, picked up the water glass on the table and looked at the person opposite through the glass.

At this time, a small man came again, bringing a fragrant tea and rice.

"Who are you and why am I here" Ignoring the tea and dinner, Li Guobin asked as he stared at the other party's face. Because he hadn't drunk water for a long time, his lips were already a little chapped.

"You don't need to know this. However, to be able to enjoy the view from a luxury liner, you should thank me for my kindness. The man stood up, gestured with a seemingly reverent gesture of a cross, and then smiled evilly.

"What the hell do you want to do" Li Guobin only noticed at this time, the man was wearing a platinum cross around his neck.

"It's better that you still don't know. Oh yes, I'll send someone to collect the dishes in ten minutes. The man finished and left, leaving behind only two tall bodyguards.

After glancing at the meal, Li Guobin took a big bite of it. He won't do stupid things like fighting the enemy hungry. He also believes that if the other party wanted his own life, he would not have lived until now.

"I thought you wouldn't eat it." It didn't take long for the man to come back and have the food taken away.

"I'm hungry." Li Guobin looked directly at the other party and said.

"Interesting, why don't we play a game?" the man grinned.

"What game," Li Guobin said very cooperatively.

"How about a escape room," the man's smile shrewdly glewd.

"Can I escape, you brought me here, didn't you play hide and seek with me," Li Guobin looked directly at the other party.

"Needless to say, the game begins. If you have the ability, I will let you go at any time. The man walked away, and the two bodyguards followed and locked the door.

This is a pervert, Li Guobin said in his heart.

"I forgot to tell you, if you can't escape in three days, just wait for God to save you." The man didn't know what to remember, and opened the door again with a smile.

Li Guobin knew that the game had really begun. But what was he going to do?

Huaxia, Yanjing, Yanran Group.

It's almost the New Year, so Ai Zheming is very busy at work. However, there was also one thing that made him particularly happy.

Ai Zheming's master, Yan Danqing, held an exhibition a few days ago, which was very successful. The key is that in this exhibition, Master also exhibited a few of his own paintings, and for a while his name became loud in the industry.

Ai Zheming is not a man who loves fame, but he is very happy that his paintings are recognized.

After a few days of overtime, the busy work is over. Towards the end of the day, a few people were chatting in the office.

"The youngest contemporary artist in China, Ai Zheming Zheming, a close disciple of the oil painting master Yan Danqing, is the hero of this news you?" Feng Jiangang swiped his mobile phone in his hand, joking while reading.

Hearing this, Mingwei's head was raised suddenly. is also a young man, Mingwei naturally went to Ai Zheming's dormitory to play, and also saw Ai Zheming's paintings. But he didn't think it was a big deal, and he couldn't understand some of the abstract paintings.

"Uh-huh." Ai Zheming scratched his ears and smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Zheming, really, what kind of class are you still coming here to attend" Feng Jiangang said excitedly as if he had found a treasure.

"It's a bit exaggerated in the news." Ai Zheming said with a red face.

"You don't have to be modest, being able to follow Yan Danqing as a disciple is enough to prove your strength, that's a master. I'm afraid it won't be long before you're out of my hands. Uzhna said with a pretense of melancholy.

"No, I'm happy working here." Ai Zheming said. can learn from Yan Danqing, it was Song Bingran who helped him, how could he resign because he was a little famous, that would be too unconscionable. Moreover, he thinks it's good to learn to draw while working now.

From the bottom of his heart, Mingwei really wanted Ai Zheming to go. In that way, no matter how much success Ai Zheming has in the future, it has little to do with himself. If Ai Zheming stays here, he may become a strong competitor to himself. Because, he once accidentally saw Song Bingran, the chairman of the group, go to Ai Zheming's dormitory and stay for a long time before leaving.

"Can you give me a painting before you become famous?" Feng Jiangang said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"No problem, just don't think I'm bad at drawing." Ai Zheming readily agreed.

"The listener has a share, Sister Na, we have to ask for a share too." Mingwei laughed. After a long time, he found that everyone didn't like to chat with him, and he knew that the reason was on himself, and it was his old state that alienated everyone, so he began to work hard to fit in, and sometimes deliberately made some low-level mistakes.

"Yes." Uzhna chimed in.

"Okay." Ai Zheming smiled.

"You have to draw well, to ensure the quality." Out of jealousy, Mingwei really wanted to say something cool or refuse Ai Zheming to send a painting, but he really didn't have the courage. It was also because of his acceptance of Ai Zheming's paintings that more than ten years later, when his family had an accident, the money from the sale of the paintings saved his family's lives.

"Definitely, don't wait too long." Ai Zheming said.

Annecy, France.

During the day, Annecy is sparsely populated and very peaceful, which makes people's hearts very light. But in the evening, a large number of people pour out of nowhere, and the whole town suddenly comes alive, giving people a warm and festive feeling.

"Let's go over there and have a look" Gu Xue'er felt that her eyes were no longer enough, and there were interesting performances everywhere.

"Okay." Wei Lin held Gu Xue'er's hand tightly and walked through the crowd.

"Are there stilts here, too" Gu Xue'er opened her round eyes and asked the person next to her loudly.

"This is called culture going global." Wei Lin laughed loudly. Out of the corner of his eye, he pays attention to the movement around him.

"What are you doing over there," Gu Xue'er looked left and right with her big curious eyes.

The bearded man had changed into another outfit at some point, interspersed with the crowd and followed Wei Lin and them. Gu Xue'er's natural performance at home couldn't help but make him doubt the significance of his tracking operation this time. He seemed tired of the boring game, so he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand and walked briskly towards a café.

"You're great, let's go, go see." Wei Lin saw that the tail he followed was gone, and his mood relaxed a lot. It seems that the decision to make the most of your own play was the right one. If it's good, you may be able to reach your destination earlier than expected.

"Inexplicable." Gu Xue'er glanced at Wei Lin suspiciously and said.

"I'll show you a particularly interesting little shop." Wei Lin scraped the tip of Gu Xue'er's nose and said with a smile.

"What kind of shop," Gu Xue'er asked curiously.

"Have you ever seen cured and dried pork sausages all over the store, which is particularly spectacular." Wei Lin said with a smile.

"It's disgusting, resolutely don't go." Gu Xue'er made a disgusted expression and looked at Wei Lin like a pig's intestine.

"Really don't go," Wei Lin asked.

"I imagined a room full of you." After Gu Xue'er finished speaking, she smiled and ran away.

"Okay, see how I clean you up." Not to be outdone, Wei Lin chased behind. On this day, they had a great time.

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