Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

Even if Wang Huai wanted to help, he was powerless, and the group of reporters whose camera was smashed by Fu Yicheng jointly sued him

"Wen Qian, why don't you stop Master Fu, you can only vent your anger for a while if you smash it, it won't solve the problem."

Wen Qian stood by Fu Yicheng's side this time, imitating his domineering tone: "If Yicheng really wants to do something to them, they won't be able to resist at all."

This group of reporters is also stupid. They even jointly signed a letter to sue Fu Yicheng. They originally thought they were following the trend and didn't want to pursue it, but now...

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wen Qian's mouth.

The organizers set up an investigation team as quickly as possible, and came to investigate in a hurry.

"Miss Wen, we are also on a routine basis. There are a lot of unfavorable comments about you on the Internet now. Wouldn't it be good for everyone to explain clearly as soon as possible?"

The organizer sent a middle-aged man who was bald on half of his head, and said every word to the point.

In fact, it is more worried that the reputation of the International Exchange Conference will be questioned.

If it was a little-known little voice actor, they would have already issued an expulsion order, but it happened to be Mrs. Fu. Losing Mrs. Fu is a minor matter, but offending Fu Yicheng is a major issue.

"I am willing to cooperate with your investigation, but I would like to ask, do you or the media have any evidence that I threatened Zhang Ya?"

In that video, she only said one word, and her expression was unclear throughout the whole process, which cannot be used as irrefutable evidence.

Several representatives of the organizer looked at each other. What Wen Qian said was reasonable, but it was far from enough: "Zhang Ya's family has testified that you once threatened them..."

"Where's the evidence?" Even if there is no evidence, the media will report it for the sake of popularity. Are the people in the organizer also so ignorant?

"This..." They thought that Wen Qian would obediently cooperate and come forward to apologize, but now they kept asking them for evidence, and they were really not afraid of making things worse.

Fu Yicheng embraced Wen Qian's shoulder with one hand and leaned towards him: "If you guys don't have evidence, please go back."

"This..." The organizers were silent for a while, but still spoke out the solution they discussed.

"Now public opinion has affected the reputation of the International Exchange Conference. As long as Ms. Wen apologizes and reconciles privately with contestant Zhang Ya, the matter will be resolved."

Fu Yicheng sneered, thanks to them making such an opening, wouldn't Wen Qian's apology confirm her threat to Zhang Ya?

These people don't consider Wen Qian's feelings at all for the sake of profit.

"Roger, I only let you in because you are from the organizer. If I publish what you just said, do you think the media will regard it as Zhang Ya's accomplice?"

Luo Jie looked around in a panic, Fu Yicheng installed cameras in his home.

Wen Qian looked at them blankly. No wonder Mr. Wang hated the international exchange meeting so much. He didn't expect the unfair black box operation in the world-renowned event.

"Please come back."

Roger stared angrily at the two people who were reticent for a while, and suppressed his anger: "Let's go."

Wen Qian didn't let go, and the matter could only fall into a deadlock. The International Exchange Conference didn't make any statement, obviously intending to let Wen Qian face it by herself.

Fu Yicheng sent these people away and immediately asked Zhou Shixing to send Zhang Ya's whereabouts. After the press conference, Zhang Ya disappeared, and all the reporters' eyes were on Wen Qian. The news of Zhang Ya's disappearance spread on New Year's Day. It's Vincy.

"Fu Yicheng, you will give me problems if I am closely watched by the elder brother."

Once he intervenes, the Chu family will be involved.

"Your eldest brother has something to do." Fu Yicheng would find things to hold back the boss of the Chu family.

With Fu Yicheng's guarantee, Zhou Shixing started to work without saying a word, showing the same vigor as chasing Wen Xinyu.

At the same time, Wen Qian received a notice that the organizer ordered her to stay at home and not go out, otherwise she would be disqualified from the competition.

After reading the message, Wen Qian directly deleted it. It was impossible to force her to submit and apologize to Zhang Ya in this way.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yicheng came in and found that Wen Qian's face was uglier than before.

Wen Qian crawled into Fu Yicheng's arms sleepily: "I'm under house arrest..."

The aggressive faces of those people just now flashed in Fu Yicheng's mind, he didn't dare to say it face to face, and only sent messages after returning, they were all cowards.

"Don't take it seriously."

Wen Qian nodded, a corner of her hair blew up and hooked on Fu Yicheng's chin, it was crispy and numb, but Fu Yicheng only felt distressed.

"If you don't want to be at home, I'll take you out to play."

Wen Qian knew that Fu Yicheng was worried that she would be bored, so she shook her head: "No need, if the organizer finds out, wouldn't it be handed over to them?"

"Well... let me cook and make you small bread."

Wen Qian would cook when she was in a bad mood, but Fu Yicheng's face had a rare flash of guilt. He ate all the buns Wen Qian made last night, and he hasn't told Wen Qian yet.

Just do it, Wen Qian didn't notice Fu Yicheng's strangeness, and got up from Fu Yicheng's arms.

After walking two steps, Fu Yicheng stopped him: "I forgot to put on my shoes again."

Although the words were scolding, the tone was full of tenderness and pampering.

After putting on Wen Qian's shoes, he touched Wen Qian's head and told her to go to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Wen Qian started from the very first process, kneading flour, and made up her mind to spend time in the kitchen.

Fu Yicheng leaned against the door and watched.

Wen Qian was a little embarrassed by Fu Yicheng's straight gaze: "I baked it in the refrigerator, if you are hungry, you can eat it first."

"Finished."

It took Wen Qian two seconds to digest what Fu Yicheng meant: "You..." She asked Fu Yicheng to get it, but she wanted to eat it too, and he remembered that she left a label, so Fu Yicheng kept it A little for her.

But what does he say now?Finished.

"Cough...it's so delicious, I couldn't hold back for a while."

Wen Qian smiled instantly, and her anger dissipated. Fu Yicheng knew how to make her happy, no doubt affirming her cooking skills.

Sighing, he continued rolling the dough.

The following picture was still, Wen Qian didn't know when she noticed that the air was too quiet, and she set her eyes on Fu Yicheng.

"Are you worried?"

"Huh? No." Fu Yicheng hesitated for a moment.

On the contrary, Wen Qian was more sure: "Don't worry, Si Yue and you, I'm definitely on your side."

Fu Yicheng expected that Wen Qian would misunderstand, but he didn't expect that the misunderstanding would be on Si Yue. An unspeakable joy surged in his heart, and he walked behind Wen Qian and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

Because the apron was stained with flour just now, when Fu Yicheng touched it, the clothes in his hands were all covered with flour.

"Dirty..." Wen Qian wanted to push Fu Yicheng away, but she couldn't.

Fu Yicheng leaned closer, kissing Wen Qian's stamina with his lips, without any lust, only pity.

"Do you want to help?" Wen Qian was so disturbed by him that she couldn't concentrate, and she put more flour on Fu Yicheng's hands.