The front desk lady looked at him in shock when she saw Lu Qingchen running downstairs in such a hurry.

The president, who has always been handsome and calm, looked flustered at this moment, with light sweat oozing on his forehead, and the ink hair on his forehead was wet.

This is, what's wrong?

Lu Qingchen stood in the hall and still didn't see her.

He stood there, his eyes as deep as ink gloomy and terrifying.

"President, do you have any orders?"

Sister Wang stepped forward at the front desk and asked tremblingly.

"What about her?"

Lu Qingchen's voice was hoarse, and he asked coldly.

She?

Sister Wang frowned, and suddenly understood.

"Miss Song has already left just now."

When Lu Qingchen heard the answer, his heart felt as if he was being pulled by something, and the pain was unbearable.

Even with it, my head hurts.

She's gone.

She still wanted to run away from him after all, just like she had done four years ago.

Lu Qingchen smiled bitterly in his heart, and the bitter taste continued to spread in his heart.

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Song Xingran hurriedly returned to the program group, but he didn't want to, and met Han Lu again.

Han Lu had just finished filming over there, and was drinking soda at this moment.

"I said Miss Song, let so many people wait for you, your face is really big."

Song Xingran was already unhappy in his heart, and when he heard Han Lu say this, he was in an even worse mood.

I want to beat someone.

She looked around, and there was no one.

He approached Han Lu, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, but this smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

Han Lu was naturally not afraid of Song Xingran, holding soda in his hand and drinking it through a straw.

Who knows, Song Xingran actually walked directly behind her and put his knees against her calf socket.

Han Lu fell to the ground gorgeously.

The soda in her hand spilled all at once, spilling on her face and clothes.

"Ahh

Han Lu screamed, it hurt from the fall, and naturally he couldn't take care of any image.

"Song Xingran, you dare to kick me!"

Han Lu's voice attracted a large wave of people eating melons.

Han Lu, the popular little diva, was lying on the ground in embarrassment, with water on her face.

A few bold people also took out their mobile phones and took two photos.

Song Xingran naturally knows how to act, sniffed, and said pitifully: "Miss Han obviously fell by herself, how can you say that I kicked it?" Do I have that much strength? Besides, did anyone see me kick you? What about the evidence? ”

Melon-eating masses: It makes a lot of sense.

Such a beautiful and delicate girl would not do such a thing.

Han Lu was so angry that she wanted to cry.

She accidentally caught Song Xingran's way again.

No one saw Song Xingran kick her just now, this loss is a dumb loss, and she can't show evidence at all.

Sure enough, Song Xingran is still so vicious and hateful.

At this time, the assistant director of the show opened his mouth and persuaded: "Miss Han, this may be a misunderstanding." What are you doing in a daze, helping Miss Han up. ”

Han Lu stood up with the help of his assistant, his knees were swollen, and even the most basic walking became a problem.

She looked at her legs and gritted her teeth.

glared at Song Xingran angrily.

Song Xingran was not afraid of her at all, she had no evidence, and she couldn't do anything about herself.

"Yo, the injury is so serious, let's go to the hospital quickly, it's not good to delay."

Song Xingran's worried look made Han Lu even more angry.

She gritted her teeth, and she couldn't dye Song Xing in front of everyone.

Song Xingran saw Han Lu like that, and his heart was a lot happier.

Deserve.