Ming Siran stared at her condescendingly, and that kind of cold indifference mixed with disgusted gaze made her feel like falling into an ice cave for a moment.

"Jiang Qingyu, is it?" His face was expressionless, and his voice was piercing and cold: "I remember." ”

Jiang Qingyu's heart shrank fiercely, and just as she was about to speak, the man had already withdrawn his gaze indifferently and walked in front of her with long legs.

The subordinate respectfully opened the car door for Ming Siran, he bent down and carefully put Luo Qiao into the car, kissed her forehead gently, and then went around to the other side and got into the car.

Everyone at the scene didn't dare to say a word, and the man who has always been lazy and casual showed his cold side for the first time, full of aura, which was really shocking.

His subordinates continued to deal with the follow-up, all the reporters' equipment was smashed, the photos and videos in the mobile phones of onlookers were deleted, and the award ceremony was canceled directly, investigating the past one by one, leaving no possibility of leakage.

The wind blew, Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes moved, and she slowly got up from the ground.

The moment she got up, the pain in her elbow intensified, and she looked down to see that the part of the fall was bruised, which looked particularly terrible on the snow-white skin.

Her assistant hurriedly squeezed in from outside, looked at her appearance, and opened her mouth: "Sister Qingyu......"

Jiang Qingyu's exquisitely groomed long hair was already messy, it was still bleeding where it hit, her lips were pale, and her eyes were numb.

The assistant saw her trembling fingertips and hurriedly stepped forward: "Sister Qingyu, is your hand hurt?" ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as she met Jiang Qingyu, the woman suddenly shook her off fiercely, and her voice was raised: "Don't touch me!" ”

The female assistant was startled by her out-of-control appearance, stunned, and couldn't help but retreat.

Jiang Qingyu inhaled slowly, stepping on her high heels and walking forward step by step.

All that flashed in his mind was the man's appearance, his eyes cold and disgusted.

Disgust with her.

Why.

Why......

Jiang Qingyu closed her eyes, bit her lip tightly, and her fingertips trembled violently.

……

Inside the car.

Ming Siran hugged Luo Qiao into his arms, the woman's face was small and fair, and her eyes were still a little dull because of the stimulation just now.

Ming Siran lowered his head, touched her forehead, and his fingers slid down, gently pulling away her clenched hand, interlocking with her fingers.

His temperature gradually warmed her cold hands, and Luo Qiao's eyes moved, and she finally looked at him.

The eye catches the eye of a man's delicate face, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and clear lines.

She pursed her lower lip.

The car drove to the villa, Ming Siran took Luo Qiao down, put water in the bathtub, he reached out to pull away the hair on the side of her face, and said softly: "Take a hot bath first." ”

"Hmm."

The door closed, Luo Qiao took off her clothes, her whole body was soaked in water, and her tense nerves finally relaxed.

She closed her eyes and shoved the images out of her mind.

……

In the living room, Ming Siran put one hand in his trouser pocket, took out his mobile phone and dialed out.

"Mr. Ming."

The man's voice was cold: "How is the video on the Internet handled?" ”

"It's almost deleted, but Miss Luo Qiao's own popularity is too high, it's about her, and netizens are discussing it very hotly now."

The video can be deleted, and the hot search can be removed, but the video content is spread to hundreds, and the enthusiasm of netizens for discussion is still high.

Ming Siran frowned slightly and didn't speak.

"Mr. Ming, don't worry, we have contacted the public relations team to find a way."

Ming Siran hummed and hung up the phone.