The forensic wife is very nice to me

In the conference hall on the sixth floor, reporters from major media were chatting non-stop, discussing heatedly, but in the lounge on the seventh floor, it was as if half fell into an ice cellar and half fell into a pit of fire. intolerable.

"Xiao Ben! Go and call me the manager of the hotel. I want to ask how she is responsible for the order and safety of the meeting place!" Qiu Lan frowned angrily, her eyes full of anger.

"I don't know which bitch is playing me behind my back." She clenched her back molars fiercely, her facial features were distorted, and the makeup on her face was completely gone.

With smudged eye makeup, blotchy foundation, and faded lip gloss, at this moment, Qiuyan felt as if she had been poured by a torrential rain, and she was embarrassed.

Suddenly, furious Qiu Yan thought of Qiu Lan, and waves of hatred and anger surged up in her heart. She bent her fingers and tightly packed them into fists, "Qiu Lan, it must be Qiu Lan."

"Except for her, no one would do such a thing!" Qiu Yan frowned tightly, trembling with anger, "Last time, at my inauguration ceremony, she did such a thing."

"But this time, I have clearly arranged it well, how could such a thing happen? It is impossible for her to enter the venue?"

The farce at the inauguration ceremony made Qiu Yan lose face in front of the whole company's staff. She still has lingering fears about the embarrassment of that day.

Therefore, before this press conference, Qiu Yan had already issued strict requirements to the hotel. All reporters and photographers had to enter the venue with their work permits, and they had to be strictly inspected. There were two checkpoints in total.

And she also asked the group's public relations department to issue invitation letters to all newspapers, magazines, and media in city A in advance. It is impossible for people without invitation letters to come in.

And that recording, she could hear it clearly, it was clearly Xue Yancheng's voice.

What the hell is this man doing!

At this moment, there was silence for a while, and Qiu Shiming, who was ashen-faced, moved his lips coldly, and there was a hint of anger in his cold voice, "Xiaoyan, what is going on!"

"Didn't you already arrange it before? You told me that nothing would happen! Now, what's going on now!" Qiu Shiming's voice trembled with anger, and a burst of light burst out from his deep eye sockets. The cold light.

"And Xue Yancheng!" He clenched his fists angrily, and the veins on the back of his hands were completely exposed. "That day, when we were talking, there were only the three of us in the study. How could he spread those words!"

"Dad." Qiu Yan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and her face was extremely embarrassed, "I don't know, I don't know why Xue Yancheng would tell this matter."

She clenched her fists fiercely, clenched her back molars tightly, her face darkened, "Don't worry, I will definitely ask him for clarification. If he really did it, I will never let him go!"

"Xiao Ben, give me my mobile phone!" Qiu Yan looked sideways, glanced coldly at the assistant beside her, and said coldly.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Ben nodded anxiously, looking for her mobile phone in a panic.

When she was in the company, Qiuyan had always had a fiery personality, and the assistants and staff around her were very afraid in front of her. Now that this happened, she was in a bad mood, and the people around her dared not provoke her even more .

"Mr. Qiu, your mobile phone." Xiao Ben frowned, his lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and he offered her mobile phone with both hands.

"En!" Qiu Yan replied angrily, took the phone, found Xue Yancheng in the address book, and pressed the "Call button" indifferently.

Qiu Group, Xue Yancheng is sitting in the office, on the computer screen is the live broadcast of the "Qiu Group Press Conference" released by Ximi Video.

Because he had a very important document to deal with in the afternoon, he didn't go to Green Tree House with Qiuyan.

Just after the incident, within a few minutes, he received a call from a staff member and learned about it.

When he heard the accident at the press conference, he couldn't help but tremble. When he turned on the live broadcast and heard the sound from the speaker in the conference hall, he was stunned.

Xue Yancheng was already very familiar with the voice in the video.

That was what he said when he used the recording as a bargaining chip to meet Qiu Lan, but he never expected that Qiu Lan would secretly record this passage and post it at the press conference.

In the live broadcast of Ximi's video, he saw the angry flames in Qiu Lan's eyes, as well as Qiu Shiming's dark face, and his heart tightened suddenly.

It was obviously the most comfortable month in March, but his body was still sweating incessantly, which wet his close-fitting clothes and bangs on his forehead.

After the riot, Xue Yancheng didn't have the mind to do other things anymore, but paced restlessly in the office, clasped his hands in front of his chest and kept groping, thinking about how to explain it all the time.

But it was impossible for Qiu Yan not to recognize that voice, and it was probably useless to explain it.

And just when he was flustered, the mobile phone on the desk suddenly lit up, and the words "Baby Yan, pale" on the screen suddenly fell into his eyes.

At this moment, for Xue Yancheng, the beautiful ringtone of the phone turned into a terrifying ringtone in the middle of the night.

He wiped the sweat on his forehead, swallowed guiltyly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down uneasily.

He didn't dare to get close to this call at all, he was afraid that when he answered it, there would be a fierce roar of the Hedong lion.

In the office, the deadly phone rang for a full minute, Xue Yancheng just stared at the screen worriedly and nervously, his feet were as heavy as a thousand catties, and he didn't dare to step forward at all.

He knew that if he didn't answer the phone now, Qiu Yan would definitely be angered, but now that he answered the phone, he didn't know how to bear the consequences of this matter, so he could only let the phone call be noisy there.

In the lounge on the seventh floor of Greentree Inn, Qiu Yan frowned, listening indifferently to the sound of "beeps" coming from the receiver, and the anger in her heart became more and more violent.

After 1 minute, the beeping stopped, followed by the official voice of the communication company.

"Damn Xue Yancheng! Knowing something happened, how dare you not answer my call!" Qiu Yan tightly held the phone, eyes full of anger.

"Sister Qiu, don't be angry, maybe Director Xue was busy and didn't hear." Xiao Ben lowered his eyes and spoke slowly, his voice a little trembling.

"Busy? He's busy?" Qiu Yan frowned, snorted coldly, and sarcastically said, "Don't I know what kind of guy Xue Yancheng is? He's busy doing things?"

"It must be a guilty conscience!"

After so many years, it's not that Qiuyan has no brains, and it's not that she doesn't know who the people around her are.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was gently pushed open, and a woman in a black formal suit and eight-centimeter high heels walked in, with a badge on her chest, "Administrative Manager".