As soon as the phone was connected, Murong Qiao spoke. "Achen, are you alright?"

"You've helped me like this, what can you do?" Huo Yichen smiled helplessly.

Although he didn't want Murong Qiao to know what happened to him, seeing that she held a press conference as soon as she knew about it, Huo Yichen naturally felt a warmth in his heart.

"I should have spoken first." Huo Yichen sighed, "I let you take the lead." ”

He's been entangled with the board lately, so he doesn't have the energy to think about anything superfluous.

Murong Qiao didn't care, "Special treatment in special circumstances."

Fortunately, this press conference did work as Murong Qiao thought, at least after she announced the news of the engagement banquet, the board of directors would definitely not embarrass Huo Yichen in a short time.

However, the engagement banquet was announced in a hurry, and it could not be done in a hurry.

Murong Qiao suddenly thought of his fourth brother, "When are you free, let's go to the fourth brother's side to order a set of dresses?" ”

"Okay." Huo Yichen agreed with a soft eyebrow.

Seeing that the president should not be angry like this, Ye Zhen stood aside, watching Huo Yichen's state and secretly judging in his heart.

The call didn't last long before it was interrupted by Jiang Chi's knock on the door.

"Don't say it, someone from my side is coming." Murong Qiao hung up the phone, and then looked at Jiang Chi who walked in.

"Boss." Jiang Chi held a stack of materials, "These are the documents that have been dealt with recently. ”

Murong Qiao swiped through the document at random, and then his eyes stayed on the computer screen on his desktop for a moment, and when he saw a news swipe by, he moved his mouse and clicked into it.

[Some artists seem to have strength and face, but they become popular so easily, and they don't believe it if they don't have a background ghost in the background......]

The first comment received hundreds of likes, temporarily topping the list in the comment section.

Murong Qiao frowned, and at first glance saw the photo of a female artist being hugged by a man and a princess.

The person who broke the news was Zheng Yue's trumpet, and the words in it were quite arched, all kinds of provocations, which made people can't help but be angry and bloody, and there are a bunch of people talking about it in the comment area.

Although the picture is blurry, people who are familiar with Anno and Murong Chen can vaguely recognize them even by relying on their backs, not to mention that Murong Qiao has always lived with Anno, and he can't be more familiar with his eldest brother.

She didn't think the two of them had anything, but the people who posted and the comment area were all "colorful." ”

As long as a drop of ink is mixed in the clear water, it will be muddy, not to mention this entertainment industry like a big dye vat.

And many times, even if the marketing account and the paparazzi can't recognize the people, in the eyes of netizens, there will always be some people who will come up with evidence after comparing how to make sure the candidates.

Just after Murong Qiao read the comments for a while, many people felt like Anno.

"There have been a lot of CG rumors lately?" Murong Qiao suddenly spoke.

Jiang Chi was stunned for a moment, "There are quite a few of them, and the public relations department has been operating recently." ”

Murong Qiao is still looking at that photo, looking at the shooting angle of this photo, it should be at the door of the CG company.

"Even if there are paparazzi, the recent number is a bit excessive-"

Murong Qiao elongated his voice thoughtfully, and then clicked into the content of this marketing account and looked at it, and found that since its creation, the most published content has been various artist scandals and rumors about CG.

In a sense, this one can also be regarded as the true love party among the "black fans".

“…… Go and look up this person. Murong Qiao transferred the account to Jiang Chi to see.

There are so many revelations, even the hardcore paparazzi don't have the ability to do this, and this account specifically broke the news, it is difficult for Murong Qiao not to wonder if there are company employees or insiders who are playing ghosts.

Jiang Chi also found a problem after a few glances, and then nodded. "I'll react with the PR department and follow up on this matter together."

"Okay, then I'll go first, there will be something tomorrow." Murong Qiao got up and prepared to get off work.

She plans to go to the fourth brother's Yanxiu shop with Huo Yichen tomorrow, and it is not good to stay up late to work.

During the normal rush hour of traffic jams, the sound of horns intertwined with red lights seems to become the norm, and pedestrians on the side of the road are not surprised to wear headphones and immerse themselves in their own world.

As soon as Murong Qiao left the company, he looked at the dim sky in the west, and the burning clouds gradually superimposed on each other, as if a small flame had been ignited on the clouds, and then spread to the entire sky.

The fallen leaves and the wind swirled together, and then gradually swept low to Murong Qiao's feet, and the leaves were still gilded with golden light, and they flew beautifully.

She looked up at the sunset, which was half-hidden by the clouds, and couldn't help but squint as she felt the wind blow across her cheeks.

The footage is recorded with a burst of shutter sounds.

Cen Qianmo, who was standing in the distance, held a SLR in his hand, and looked at Murong Qiao, who stood there without saying a word, and looked at the SLR in his hand.

He just saw Murong Qiao, and then he was amazed by the light and shadow, so he couldn't help but take a picture.

"Why are you standing here and not leaving?" The friend next to Cen Qianmo turned his head and asked him.

Cen Qianmo was brought back to his senses by his friend's voice, he looked up from the SLR, and when he looked over again, he found that Murong Qiao was gone.

The moment just now seemed like a dream, but looking at the moment recorded by the SLR in his hand, Cen Qianmo clearly realized that everything was real.

The friend looked at Cen Qianmo and didn't speak, looking at him strangely.

“…… It's okay. Cen Qianmo shook his head.

But in his mind, he couldn't help but recall the picture he had just seen, and he couldn't help but remind him how beautiful that scene was.

Even on the road later, Cen Qianmo couldn't help but flip through his SLR many times to see the picture, and then in the faint throbbing in his heart, he suddenly came up with an idea.

He seems to ...... Find your muse.

Murong Qiao didn't know that his unintentional actions were left in the camera.

She returned home from the same route as before, and then pushed open the door to see Anno nestled on the sofa, as if thinking about something.

Didn't even notice her coming back.

It wasn't until Murong Qiao walked in and then deliberately made some noises that Anno came back to his senses.

"Joe?" Anno suddenly looked at Murong Qiao.

Murong Qiao snorted, "What do you think, so distracted." ”

She asked casually, but saw Anno hesitate after being asked.

"Just ......," Anno pursed her lips, not knowing what to say.

Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows and sat beside her waiting for Anno to follow.

Anno closed his eyes and finished speaking, "My agent said that he planned to let me go out to live." ”

"I've always lived in the same place, and she's afraid of being approached by that kind of paparazzi or fans, and we're both girls when we both live together......," Anno scratched her head.

There are many reasons to live separately, and Anno also knows that what the agent said is right, and she agrees with it in her heart, but she is still a little reluctant to Murong Qiao.

"I thought you were in love." Murong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief helplessly.

Seeing Anno so solemn just now, she was a little nervous.

She patted Anno on the shoulder instead. "Then move out, your agent is right."

"It just so happens that I also think that this house is no longer suitable."

(End of chapter)