After I touched porcelain, I became the sweetheart of the boss

Chapter 125 He is the one who wants to make it public
After a while, there was a knock on the door of Song Yueran's room.

Hasty and tense.

Song Yueran went to open the door, meeting Xie Yun's slightly anxious gaze, Song Yueran suddenly became thoughtful.

He played with Xie Yun's cell phone and let him into the room.

Xie Yun also searched for news and found entertainment news, and when she found entertainment news, she remembered her Weibo account.

If the car rolls over, the face can be lost.

Xie Yun fidgeted and looked at Song Yueran with a guilty face: "Brother."

Song Yueran pretended not to see Xie Yun's anxiety, and responded solemnly: "What's wrong?"

Xie Yun: "Well, you can return the phone to me."

Song Yueran let out an oh, passed the phone over with a sudden realization, and took it back halfway through, leaving Xie Yun speechless.

Xie Yun: "What's wrong?"

Song Yueran told the truth: "Are you nervous?"

Xie Yun shook her head immediately, and began to wipe her hands on her lap: "How is it possible, I have nothing to be nervous about."

Song Yueran raised his eyebrows, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Did you fall in love?"

Xie Yun shook her head: "No, how could it be, how dare I fall in love without my brother's consent."

Song Yueran felt that Xie Yun was talking ironically, and he repeated the meaning of this sentence: "I have such a dictatorship?"

Xie Yun was crying inwardly.

Suddenly there is an urge to get a new phone.

"No, it's not possible, my brother is the best brother in the world."

Song Yueran nodded, satisfied with the answer: "I think so too."

Xie Yun: "..."

So can you give her the phone back? ? ?

Song Yueran: "It's fine if you want a mobile phone, brother has a few questions I want to ask you."

Xie Yun had already given up on herself, she kicked off her slippers with a look of lovelessness, and sat cross-legged on the sofa, as if death was at home: "Just ask."

Song Yueran: "Weibo."

Xie Yun: "!!" I actually saw it, shit.

Song Yueran only said two words and looked at Xie Yun with a very varied expression.

He chuckled and continued, "What do President Xie and her secretary Yan mean? Why do you have so many microblog accounts? There are other things like stars, and what are you doing tomorrow happy?"

Immediately afterwards, the air fell into a deathly silence.

Xie Yun lowered her head, feeling that a large-scale social death scene is worthy of it.

However, she must think of a perfect excuse to answer this question... Otherwise, what will happen if Song Yueran doesn't return her phone.

Xie Yun looked up, and said a little embarrassedly: "I use these trumpets to participate in the Weibo lottery."

Song Yueran didn't know this, so he asked subconsciously: "Weibo lottery draw?"

Xie Yun immediately took the phone and began to explain to Song Yueran step by step: "Like this, you can get 520 yuan in cash by drawing 520 people. I will open a few more numbers to increase the chance of winning. Who knows that I will get my number. Anyway, if you get a [-], not only this, but also some other things, such as paying attention to the forwarding lottery, and drawing a mask, etc.
So, brother, do you understand when I say this? "

Song Yueran: "..."

"Okay, don't make such troubles next time, tell brother if you don't have enough pocket money."

Xie Yun immediately pressed the lock screen and put the phone back into her pocket, agreeing beautifully: "Okay, brother~"

After Xie Yun escaped from Song Yueran's room, a stranger added her WeChat.

She clicked on it, and the profile picture was a rabbit.

There was nothing in the verification message, so she didn't take it seriously and ignored it.

If you are looking for her for something, you will definitely add a second time or fill in another verification information! ?

the company.

Yan Yufeng sorted out today's work documents and put them in front of Song Yueran's desk.

Song Yueran glanced at it lightly, and hummed to show that he knew.

But Yan Yufeng has not left yet.

Song Yueran asked, "Is there anything else?"

Yan Yufeng smiled without saying a word, took out another document, and then raised his gold-rimmed glasses: "This is a photo of Ms. Xie and Mr. Zheng taken yesterday. The paparazzi investigated it in private. They are the tail reporters of a small news , appearing in the restaurant is purely coincidental."

Song Yueran didn't speak.

Yan Yufeng continued to talk about the follow-up: "The original is coming back, but the action over there is extremely fast. Several drafts have been sent out. Although they have been withdrawn later, I don't know the specific distribution situation."

"Boss, do we need an explanation for Mr. Zheng?"

Song Yueran waved: "No need, since it's a coincidence, just treat it as entertainment news and let it pass."

Heh, explaining publicly, it has taken the transparency of the relationship between the two to a higher level.

At that time, the entire entertainment industry will know that Xie Yun and Zheng Fan have a great relationship, and Zheng Fan will spend his birthday with Xie Yun in Xicheng.

Humph.

Even if it is to be made public.

He will also make it public in the future.

Seeing that Yan Yufeng hadn't left yet, Song Yueran lost his patience: "What else?"

Whoever taught it, poking and jumping, didn't finish things all at once.

Yan Yufeng: "Hao Quan invites you to dinner and asks you to bring your sweetheart."

As Yan Yufeng said, he took out an invitation letter from his suit.

Song Yueran: "..."

"I said it was a special return gift, and I said that thanks to you and Miss Xie, I got off the plane and had a good meal yesterday."

Song Yueran: "..."

He does not need it.

Song Yueran made a decision immediately: "You don't need to tell Xie Yun about this."

Let her go to Hao's house, that won't work.

Yan Yufeng suggested euphemistically: "Isn't this inappropriate...?"

"Okay, then I'll leave first."

Xie Yun just added the rabbit head here, and greeted her there.

[Hi, I'm Xie Yao. 】

Xie Yun: [I know, you just verified the news. 】

Xie Yao: [Mmm, are you going to attend the Hao family's banquet tomorrow? 】

Xie Yun stared at this sentence for a long time.

It's none of her business for the Hao family to hold a banquet.

No, there is fraud.

She is now an amnesiac, hold on, hold on.

Xie Yun pretended to be deaf and dumb: [What is the Hao family?Who are you?Tell me what are you doing?I'll delete it if nothing happens. 】

Regarding Xie Yun's amnesia, Xie Yao heard Zhang Yuling mention it occasionally, seeing Xie Yun's reaction in this way, she immediately thought of it.

She patiently explained: [I am your sister, if you don't believe me, we can meet and talk, or I can come to you. 】

Xie Yun: [No need, why are you looking for me? You don't even know QAQ, isn't it embarrassing. 】

Xie Yao: [But I'm your sister, you just don't remember me, were you in the hospital when you woke up?It's all because we weren't by your side at the time]

Xie Yun was heartbroken when she saw this.

If it wasn't for her fake amnesia, she might have been really moved.

Xie Yun: [Alright then, let's meet tonight, you can arrange the location as you like. 】

Xie Yao: [Okay, thank you sister, sister go to bed early, good night sister. 】

Xie Yun: "..."

This set is pretty smooth to say the least.

(End of this chapter)