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"Thank you for your understanding." Qiao Xihe was moved and carefully wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief.

The atmosphere at the scene was impassioned, and those who didn’t know it thought this was some kind of pyramid scheme.

After finally sending the reporters away, Qiao Xihe just closed the car door. The emotion on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only a look of disgust.

The subordinates in front were stunned by this sudden change of expression. They felt inexplicably on pins and needles. Their eyes were fixed on the road ahead, not daring to look back. His voice was trembling: "Mr. Qiao, where are we going now?"

Qiao Xihe did not answer, but said in an urgent tone: "I asked you to send Song Hengjue's recent itinerary. Have you found out?"

She was still a little panicked when she said this.

Qiao Jiajun went in, but she had no backer. If she had offended people so much in the capital before, everyone would definitely want to catch her and step on her after this incident.

Qiao Xihe urgently needs a new backer, and Song Hengjue, a golden turtle without any, is the best choice.

"I found out a little bit. I think the itinerary has been placed on the desktop in your office." The subordinate said respectfully.

Qiao Xihe nodded with satisfaction.

the company.

"This is the latest newspaper, and this is the plan submitted below." Lotus Sun put the things straightly on the table.

Yang Qingheng stared at the schedule in front of him without blinking, and said casually: "Okay, I understand."

But he found that the person in front of him had not left. He raised his eyes strangely and met Sun Rong's hesitant expression: "Do you have anything else?"

"I think you should read this newspaper first," Lotus Sun pursed her lips and added, "It's about Qiao Xihe."

"What did she do again?" Yang Qingheng raised his eyebrows, became interested, opened it casually, accurately captured the middle section, and clicked his tongue, "It seems that she is not relying solely on Qiao Jiajun's power. This method is still good. of."

The newspaper looked like Qiao Xihe's interview at the door of the police station yesterday. The woman looked tearful and upright. If Yang Qingheng hadn't known how cruel and vicious she was, he would have believed her nonsense.

"How is Qiao Xihe's company doing now? The sales are not bad." Yang Qingheng raised his eyes and looked at Lotus Sun opposite.

It stands to reason that if the Qiao family accepted bribes, Qiao Xihe's company reputation would have dropped to the bottom, and a large number of customers would have been lost.

But it's not necessarily the case when Qiao Xihe uses this clever strategy to protect himself.

"You're really smart," Rong Sun praised, but her tone was not good, "It's just as you guessed, because Qiao Xihe's interview yesterday, and starting from this morning, reports about her and their brand stores are everywhere in the capital. The queue is already full now, and they all say they want to support her, and many bags are sold out.”

What a blessing in disguise for this shameless guy.

"She is really good at calculating." Yang Qingheng laughed.

"How about we expose her cover-up of Pan Changchun now and let everyone know her true face!" Sun Rong saw that Yang Qingheng still looked calm and relaxed, and she began to feel anxious.

Because of Qiao Xihe's action, the stores under their brand have fewer customers today. If this continues, their company will lose an unknown amount of profit this month.

She also had a pretty good idea of ​​how patriotic the Chinese people were. She was afraid that it wasn't just the turnover this month, but that the company would also lose a lot of stable customers.

"You need to practice your mentality before you are so anxious that you can be so anxious." Yang Qingheng felt warm and funny when he saw her anxious. He patted the back of her hand to comfort her, "You have to save your chips for the best time." Use it, what’s the point of killing it all at once, it’s fun to just scrape it off with one knife after another.”

She still remembered how Qiao Xihe had bullied her over the years. How could she feel comfortable if he didn't play her to pieces?

"You're right, I'll go out and be busy first." Sun Rong knew that she knew what she was doing, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but also became anxious, and opened the door and headed outside.

Yang Qingheng looked at the closed office door, picked up her phone and took a look. It was eleven o'clock at noon, half an hour before the appointment time with Song Hengjue.

She went to the inner room and changed into a casual-style skirt. She made sure that her makeup didn't look inappropriate before heading outside. Thinking of today's plan, she patted her head and said, "By the way, Lotus Sun, I told you yesterday. I asked you to pick up Xuanxuan, did you pick him up?"

"Oh, I was busy this morning and forgot about it. I didn't ask my assistant to bring it home until after ten o'clock. If you are in a hurry, go ahead and I can ask him to deliver it directly to your restaurant, okay?"

Lotus Sun was a little embarrassed.

"Okay, I'm going out first, call me if you need anything." Yang Qingheng said, hurried downstairs, and happened to bump into Song Hengjue who was walking up.

Looking left and right, I always feel that something is not quite right.

But now is not the time to dwell on this. Seeing that he didn't notice her and almost walked into the elevator, he helplessly raised his forehead and said, "Song Hengjue, are you blind?"

Song Hengjue turned around in excitement, touched his nose, and said softly: "I didn't pay attention."

Yang Qingheng kept staring at his face, and finally saw some clues. It was difficult to explain in one sentence: "You are dressed today, um... so young?"

I don’t know which receptionist couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Yang Qingheng also spoke with some concern for Song Hengjue. The clothes this man wore today were called young at best and childish at worst. There was an elephant on the left and a little bear embroidered on the right. It looked very strange when paired with his mature face. and.

"Doesn't it look good?" Song Hengjue was silent. He specifically asked Mo Yao to borrow it. She said that children like this tune.

After finally summoning up the courage to persuade himself to put it on, when Yang Qingheng said this and the front desk smiled like this, he instantly deflated into a ball like a balloon pricked by a needle.

She should be free to dress freely, and she should not interfere. Maybe he likes this tone.

Yang Qingheng took a deep breath, swallowed all her complaints, tugged the corners of her lips, and said warmly: "You look good. You look good even if you wear anything. I think you look particularly energetic like this."

He secretly added: Like a fool.

As expected, Song Hengjue was coaxed into becoming more confident. He put his arms around her shoulders and headed outside. Yang Qingheng had no doubt that if he had a tail, he could fly up into the sky.

"Oh, by the way, where is your Xuanxuan?" Song Hengjue then remembered today's protagonist, his throat tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards Yang Qingheng's car.

"Oh, let's go to the restaurant first and arrange for the driver to deliver it." Yang Qingheng replied belatedly.

Song Hengjue breathed a sigh of relief and helped her open the car door.

"Song Hengjue, what are you thinking about?" Yang Qingheng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Song Hengjue, his tone deliberately soft.

He looked lost since he got in the car.