Xu Qiao saw Zhao Baoxing shaking her whole body. Her heavy makeup could not cover up her face, and her face quickly turned pale.

Zhao Baoxing shook his head hurriedly: "No, this is a misunderstanding. Fan Cui has never done such a thing before, and I have not..." As soon as he was halfway through the words, an assistant rushed over like a cross-fire line and pulled her out of the reporter's encirclement.

Zhao Baoxing was dragged by his assistant and ran wildly. He flew out with his high heels on his right foot inadvertently, and a parabola fell far away.

She was about to pick it up when the assistant looked back at the reporter who was following her and dragged her to the safe exit.

"This IQ is basically said goodbye to the whitewash," Xu Qiao commented while laughing. "I don't know what the situation on the Internet, and whether there is conclusive evidence, so I dare to deny it directly. Isn't that slap in my mouth and worsening the situation!"

Recalling the scene where Zhao Baoxing just flew away his high heels, Xu Qiao laughed until she burst into tears, and she held her stomach and fell to the side.

Cheng Lang subconsciously took it and held her shoulder.

She avoided it as if she was electrocuted: "What are you doing?"

"You came over." Cheng Lang asked, "I thought you needed it."

"..." Only he has needs! His mind is full of needs!

She gave him a little Xu flying knife with her eyes and sat upright and continued to watch TV.

On the screen, the camera cuts back to the scene of the red carpet with a quiet time. The next one is Wen Yue, who is unaware of the good sister being in trouble.

"Oh, Miss Wen!" Xu Qiao and Cheng Lang winked.

"What?" Cheng Lang asked lightly.

"You are always acquaintance." Xu Qiao shrugged and imitated Wen Yue's tone at the National Exhibition Center, "Cheng Lang, it's really you, long time no see you."

Cheng Lang was amused by her: "From that side, it's really a long time since now."

He was explaining something to her intentionally or unintentionally.

Xu Qiao reiterated the old account: "Then I met her at Townsend's jewelry auction later, and some people lost a bracelet."

Cheng Lang smiled helplessly, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, turned his head to look at her, and asked seriously: "If you are still worried about this, will I compensate you?"

"No," Xu Qiao shook her head, "It's not rare now!"

"Then what do you care about now?" Cheng Lang faced her sideways.

"I just want to be a career-oriented strong woman!" Xu Qiao stood up and walked to the easel in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the necklace design draft that he had just completed today, nodded with satisfaction, remembering something, looking at Cheng Lang, who seemed to be thinking about something, "The necklace design drawing is completed, I have to explain to Teacher Fei and Sister Rosa personally about the making. Zhao Baoxing's matter has also been resolved, and I will move back to the studio tomorrow morning."

"Will you move back to the studio or back to the apartment?" Cheng Lang raised his eyebrows.

"Is there any difference? There is no threat in the studio, and of course the apartment is safe."

Cheng Lang was silent, his jaw tightened, and his expression was rarely solemn.

Xu Qiao looked at him from afar, feeling a vague premonition that something was about to happen.

After a while, Cheng Lang stood up and walked towards her, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in low pressure: "Isn't this place good?"

Xu Qiao's momentum was reduced by half: "I just want to return to normal work..."

"You can do some work in the studio. Of course you can go there, but can't you stay here after get off work?"

Xu Qiao looked at the man who was so close to him, and his heartbeat was as fast as a drumbeat.
Chapter completed!