Chapter 463 was prepared by Mr. Li

In the past few days, most of the Internet has been attacking Qiao Weiwei, a junior, and netizens have been harsh and sour about a woman who doesn't even know her name and identity, and Song Yuan, a man, feels unbearable in his eyes, not to mention Qiao Weiwei as a party.

However, Qiao Weiwei was not so affected, his face was as usual, and he silently watched the script by himself.

Song Yuan felt that Qiao Wei was afraid that he was stimulated, and he might be in an ethereal state on the verge of collapse now, and he treated Qiao Wei with a cautious and respectful attitude all day long, for fear of provoking her.

While eating dinner, Qiao Wei opened the first layer of the lunch box and looked at it, sweet and sour fried fish pieces, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

Fish and shrimp are hair products, and her injuries have not healed yet, so she can't eat them.

Just as he was about to give it to Tang Yuanbao, Song Yuan was beside him, and when he saw a subtle change in Qiao Wei's face, he asked humbly: "Don't you like to eat fish?" Give me me, give me and I eat! ”

“？” Qiao Wei glanced at Song Yuan.

Song Yuan laughed more ugly than crying, and whispered to her: "Grandma, why don't you come here these two days?" Sheltered from the limelight? ”

Li Yeting hasn't come in the past few days, why is Song Yuan afraid of being like this?

Qiao Weiwei and Song Yuan looked at each other for a few moments, and after a while, they replied lightly: "I'm fine." There are only a dozen scenes left, and there is no need to trouble others to change the scenes. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone vibrate.

She picked up her phone and looked at it, it was sent by Li Yeting.

"Have you eaten dinner?"

Joe weighed it all and put the phone back in his pocket.

After thinking about it, something was wrong, and I opened all the lunch boxes in front of me, and it was one or twenty dishes without repetition.

There was a little suspicion in her eyes, and she glanced at Song Yuan, and the dishes in front of her seemed to be a little too rich, compared to usual.

Song Yuan has never been so generous to staff meals.

"Mr. Li asked the restaurant to send it." Song Yuan couldn't hide it anymore, so he whispered to Qiao Wei: "It was the same yesterday and the day before yesterday, but you went back to the hotel without eating two nights ago, and you were eaten by others." ”

Qiao Weiwei immediately put down the chopsticks in his hand expressionlessly, got up and packed up the lunch boxes one by one, carried them outside, and gave them to Tang Yuanbao and them to eat.

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WL Group Headquarters, Top Floor.

Li Yeting sat behind the black marble desk, staring at the documents on the computer, looked at the door coldly, and asked, "The incident where I hit Joy is still on the hot search?" ”

"Yes." Worry-free paused, and then replied.

He didn't understand why Li Yeting suddenly asked about this.

After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone again to confirm it, and said, "It's still in the tenth position of the hot search." ”

Li Yeting couldn't help frowning and glanced at his mobile phone next to the computer.

Since the incident on the rooftop of the hospital, so far, Joe has not sent him any news for a full fifteen days, nor has he sent any moments to his friends.

Even if it's a full stop.

It made him wonder if Joe was off the internet.

Somewhat irritated, he gently pulled off his tie.

Picked up the phone and put it down again.

Wuwu wondered if Li Yeting was suffering from some mania, and he had been picking up his phone repeatedly for the past few days, and he had put down this behavior without even unlocking the screen.

He didn't dare to say it, and he didn't dare to ask.

Li Yeting sat in front of the office and pondered for a while, but he still couldn't hold back, picked up his mobile phone and opened the address book, called Song Yuan, and asked him in a low voice: "What is Qiao only doing?" ”

Song Yuanchao looked at Qiao only in the corner and replied: "I'm reading the script, playing against the second male." ”