Han Qian wanted to speak and stopped, Zhang Rong saw this, paused, and said tentatively: "Han Qian, you don't have some handle in Ye Zhiqing's hand, right?" ”

When Han Qian heard the words, his eyes flickered, and then he lowered his head again, Zhang Rong saw Han Qian's reaction, and muttered in her heart, Could it be that I guessed right?

After a while, Zhang Rong chuckled and said, "Oh, I didn't expect you to be coerced one day?" Looking at Han Qian's usual empty look, she still thought he was not afraid of anything?

Hearing Zhang Rong's words, Han Qian glanced at her with some displeasure, still remaining silent, Zhang Rong smiled, looked at Zhou Haiyan, and continued: "If you want me to help you leave Tianyu, you should always tell the truth, right?" Say, what handle do you hold in Ye Zhiqing's hand? ”

A glint flashed in Han Qian's eyes, and he was a little excited: "Are you willing to help me?" Zhang Rong propped her chin and looked at Han Qian, and nodded, anyway, she has to deal with Fengyu now.

Zhang Rong looked at him and added, "Who made me incompatible with Ye Zhiqing?" So I'm willing to help you. "Although Han Qian is empty-eyed, his nature is still not bad.

Hearing Zhang Rong's words, Han Qian's eyes flashed with excitement: "Zhang Rong, if you help me leave Tianyu, I can sign your studio." ”

Hearing Han Qian's words, Zhang Rong snorted lightly and said, "Entering my studio is very demanding." ”

Han Qian looked at her and didn't continue to say anything.

"Okay, you still tell me what handle you have in Su Ruoxuan's hand?" Zhang Rong returns to the topic.

"I ......" Han Qian was just about to speak, when a woman's voice came from behind him: "I said why can't I see you, it turns out that I am chatting with a beautiful woman here?" ”

Hearing this voice, Zhang Rong's face immediately showed impatience. She is really indispensable everywhere!

Hearing this voice, Han Qian swallowed back the words that had just come to his mouth, and then slowly turned around: "Ye ...... Mr. Ye. Hearing this, there was some panic in Han Qian's tone.

Seeing Han Qian like this, Zhang Rong couldn't help frowning, why did this guy feel so afraid of Ye Zhiqing? But seeing Han Qian's clenched fist at this time, Zhang Rong could still see that Han Qian was bored with Ye Zhiqing.

At this time, Zhang Rong slowly turned around and was really startled when she saw Ye Zhiqing's makeup today.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Ye Zhiqing for a long time, she looks more than half thinner than before, and she has the sense of déjà vu of a big-headed doll, but her spirit is still very good, and she doesn't look like she has just lost her child.

At this time, Ye Zhiqing looked at Zhang Rong coldly, but there was no emotion on her face, although she already knew that her child was not framed by Zhang Rong, but when she saw Zhang Rong appearing better and better, she was angry.

Ye Zhiqing shook the red wine glass gently, then looked at Han Qian and asked with a smile, "Han Qian, I didn't expect your relationship with Zhang Rong to be so good?" Hearing Ye Zhiqing's words, Han Qian was stunned, and his fists became even harder.

"Whether we have a good relationship or not, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, right?" Zhang Rong raised her eyebrows and looked at Ye Zhiqing.

At this time, Zhang Rong was very close to Han Qian, and could clearly look at the sweat seeping from his forehead and the slightly reddened cheeks, Zhang Rong frowned when she saw this, and muttered in her heart, looking at Han Qian's appearance, she should have a fever.

Retracting her thoughts, Zhang Rong looked at Ye Zhiqing with heavy makeup in front of her with a smile, and continued with a smile: "I haven't seen Mr. Ye for a long time, I heard that Mr. Su had a car accident a few days ago, so he should cultivate well, after all, the body is the most important." "Three K

Hearing Zhang Rong's words, Ye Zhiqing's face instantly turned bad, she clenched her fists tightly, suppressing the anger in her body.

The Tibetan looked at Ye Zhiqing's eyes that were about to eat herself, and said disdainfully: "Okay, if Mr. Ye has nothing else to do, go elsewhere, don't disturb us to chat." Zhang Rong's tone was as casual as calling a servant.

Hearing Zhang Rong's words, Ye Zhi was very angry, and the cup in her hand was about to be crushed, but on an occasion like today, you can't lose your temper.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiqing took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to slap Zhang Rong, and said to Han Qian beside her with a smile: "Han Qian, I have something to tell you." ”

Zhang Rong was very unhappy when she heard Ye Zhiqing's words, and stepped forward and said coldly: "He doesn't have time." After speaking, Zhang Rong pulled Han Qian and left.

"Zhang Rong! Han Qian! Seeing that Han Qian was directly pulled away by Zhang Rong, Ye Zhiqing roared angrily behind her, but no one paid attention to her.

Zhang Rong, you slut! I'm going to make it hard for you to die!

Ye Zhiqing trembled with anger on the balcony, and after a while, she took out her phone and dialed Bai Feng's phone number.

"Mom, I can't wait any longer for what I said last time! Zhang Rong must die! As she spoke, Ye Zhiqing held the phone tightly with a hideous face.

……

Zhang Rong dragged Han Qian all the way to the lounge.

Entering the lounge, Zhang Rong closed the door directly, and suddenly found that Han Qian at this time seemed to be even weaker than just now.

At this time, Han Qian was holding on to the wall with one hand, breathing violently, and the sweat oozing from his forehead was more, Zhang Rong saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Han Qian, are you okay?" ”

Han Qian's whole person leaned against the wall, waved his hand weakly, and then gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, slowed down in place for a long time, and slowly moved towards the direction of the sofa, seeing that he was about to walk to the position of the sofa, at this time Han Qian suddenly felt like he was walking on cotton at this time, his body was soft, and the next second his body suddenly became weak, and he was about to fall down.

"Han Qian!" Seeing this, Zhang Rong hurriedly stepped forward to support Han Qian, if it weren't for his quick eyes, Han Qian would have fallen to the ground at this time.

Su Luoluo helped Zhou Haiyan to the sofa, then frowned and said, "Are you sick?" Let's go to the hospital. ”

"I'm fine." Han Qian still said weakly, he wanted to raise his arm, but it was obvious that his movements were very slow, and Zhang Rong's eyes fell on Han Qian's arm: "Han Qian, is your arm injured?" ”

Han Qian was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Rong, slowly raised his arm, changed to a comfortable position, and after a while, he slowly spit out a sentence: "It's okay, it's just a small injury." ”

"Minor injuries?" Zhang Rong's tone was full of doubts? Looking at Han Qian's pale face, she knew that it must not be a minor injury.

At this time, Zhang Rong suddenly remembered that when she helped him just now, she seemed to accidentally touch his arm, and she felt a little uncomfortable.