This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 1084 She is the trump card you said?

   Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Yin Ansa’s apartment downstairs.

  She unfastened her seat belt, and before she got out of the car, she looked at Qiao Qing reluctantly, "Mr. Qiao, thank you for sending me back..."

   "You are welcome, there will be a regular meeting tomorrow morning, don't be late."

  Qiao Qing’s reminder made Yin Ansa’s cheeks blush.

  It reminded her of being late for the last regular meeting.

  She nodded earnestly and promised: "Don’t worry, Joe, I will never be late again."

   "Well, go up."

   "Then... Goodbye Joe, you will be slower on the way back."

  She warned her farewell, and walked towards the door of the apartment pretending to be calm after getting off the car.

  A second before opening the door, she looked back and saw that Qiao Qing’s car had always been parked in place. For a moment, she actually wanted to run back to tell him her heart.

  The impulse was only a moment, and Yin Ansa still tried hard to restrain himself.

  At this time, the window of the cab was slowly lowered halfway, and he held his chin in the direction of the door, "Go in, it's cold."

  In a simple sentence, Yin Ansa felt that his whole body was starting to get hot.

  She thought, no woman can resist the good men’s goodwill and concern.

  Even if Joe didn't say it bluntly, she thought he must like himself.

  Yin Ansa hasn't opened the door of the corridor for a long time, or she is expecting something that is impossible to happen.

  The night was thick and the wind was cool, and the few seconds she stood there seemed to have passed for a lifetime.

  She didn't know how she got in, and she recovered her senses in a daze, only to find that she was already sitting in the living room of the apartment.

  Yin Ansa couldn't help but recollect, the moment she looked back at Mr. Qiao just now, it should be called Yiyan Wannian.

  Downstairs, when Qiao Qing restarted the car, his indifferent smile was gradually replaced by a sneer.

  He took out his phone, turned on the dial pad, and when the other party answered, he said, "Mom, where are you? I'll pick you up. My second child will go back to the old house tonight. Something has happened. I need to discuss with you!

  ……

  The next day, the eighth day, ten o'clock in the morning.

  A live broadcast of the conference video exploded across the network.

  In less than ten minutes, a number of topics related to Yan Shiqi were posted to the homepage.

  The press conference is being held in full swing in Li Chengzun’s conference hall.

  The organizer is not clear, but the tearful woman sitting in front of the camera is a very familiar face.

  Ms. Lian!

  At the same time, Yan Shiqi has arrived at Qiao's Entertainment.

  She was sitting in Cheng Yenan’s office, watching the live broadcast of the press conference on the Ipad screen, her expression cold and ironic.

   "Is she crazy?" Cheng Yenan squeezed the edge of the table tightly, listening to the complaint in the live broadcast, he already had the urge to kill.

  Yan Shiqi leaned back in the chair, looking at the video indifferently, "When I get the chance, I also want to ask her if she is crazy."

  At this time, Ms. Lian was sitting pale in front of a long table with three desktop microphones in front of her.

   Holding a tissue in her hand, she kept wiping her tears, choked and said, "I really can't help it. I will sit here today and ask everyone to comment.

  We have raised Yan Shiqi for twenty-four years, but since she married into a wealthy family, she has severed her relationship with us. It’s really sad..."

  Ms. Lian cried bitterly, and countless flashing lights illuminated the tears on her face very clearly.

   Seeing this scene, Cheng Yenan licked his posterior molar, "Is she the trump card you said?"

  (End of this chapter)