Fake daughters are wealthy

And at the same time.

Because the commotion caused by Qiao Nian smashing the car just now was too loud.

Qiao Ruoqing's fans around the entrance of the shopping mall heard the sound, and some of them ran here to watch the excitement, and immediately recognized Qiao Ruoqing's nanny car, and notified their companions.

But in just a few minutes, the fans gathered around the entrance of the mall have already rushed over.

"Why is Ruoqing here?"

"Is Ruoqing really there?"

Fans were still looking forward to seeing their idols, and when they came, they saw the scene of their female goose being grabbed by her clothes and slapped several times.

And the 'murderer' even unhurriedly let go of his idol, looked at his idol sitting on the ground in embarrassment, with his hands in his pockets, and said calmly: "Why are you crying, isn't he dead? Don't worry, even if you die Yes, I can afford it too."

"Since in your opinion, human life can be measured by money. That's right, I don't have much, just money, a little bit."

Qiao Ruoqing sat on the cold ground, covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, looked up at the girl who dared to hit her in disbelief.

From her angle, she could see Qiao Nian clearly, but she was shocked and angry, and tears blurred part of her vision.

She didn't recognize Qiao Nian.

"You wait for me!"

She looked so miserable that even if the driver and others in the car didn't want to care about her, they had to get out of the car to check her injuries.

And they also found that Qiao Ruoqing's fans had come over.

The assistant didn't want the matter to get out of hand, so she quickly pulled Qiao Ruoqing up and urged, "Let's get in the car first."

But Qiao Ruoqing refused to cooperate, she just lay there, her tears streaming down her face, she looked so weak, so weak, so pitiful.

Especially when the fans were approaching, she raised her head, crying until Lihua was sobbing and said to the assistant: "She, why does she hit people?"

Originally, some fans clipped their mobile phones to the bracket to take a picture of her, but now all the fans' cameras were aimed at Qiao Nian.

It was as if he wanted to smack Qiao Nian's face clearly.

Qiao Ruoqing's assistant and the two people who took care of her were taken aback. They knew how to maintain the scene and kept admonishing the fans: "Don't take pictures, don't take pictures, it's a misunderstanding. Don't expose the looks of amateurs."

Fans don't listen to them.

They only saw their favorite star being greatly wronged, and they saw Qiao Nian move his hand...

"Why did she hit someone!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Immediately afterwards, other fans were incited, and the atmosphere became tense. At this time, another fan roared.

"Don't let her go!"

The security guards, assistants and others watched the two or three hundred fans swarming towards Qiao Nian, their faces turned pale with fright, fearing that something big would happen today.

Qiao Nian looked at these people coldly, but didn't speak.

at this time.

A high-pitched whistle sounded outside.

The fans who gradually gathered around were startled by the sounds from outside, and then a group of well-trained men in black pushed aside the crowd and opened the explosion-proof wall.

One of the guards seemed to be a man walking through the crowd in front of the girl, and bowed his head respectfully: "Miss Qiao, Master Wang can't make it on Chang'an Avenue for the time being, so he asked his subordinates to come pick you up and the young master."

He is the guard of Mr. Ye, or a member of the Ye family.

"En." Qiao Nian eased his expression, slightly restraining the perverseness and violence provoked by Qiao Ruoqing, but his eyes were still relatively cold.