"It can be seen that Yun Qing's status in the Yun family is much higher than Yun Qianrou. Mr. Yun must have been so angry that he wanted to teach his daughter a lesson, but he really didn't want her!"

"Envy, jealousy and hatred! Mr. Yun is really the best father in Yuncheng!"

"Why are the conspiracy theories that Mr. Yun is not good at Yun Qing, why aren't you talking now? Then come out to argue!"

"Those actors from Emperor Ying should come out to apologize to President Yun!"

"Yes, apologize!"

For a moment, there were voices everywhere asking people under Tang Jinse Company to come out to apologize to Yun Company.

When Yun's father heard those voices, he felt so frustrated that he was about to vomit blood, and finally felt a little comfort.

But when he thought of the reputation of this "loving father" and spent a sky-high price of 200 million, Yun's father was still furious.

But in order for tomorrow's press conference to be held smoothly, he could only kill his teeth and swallow it with blood, and swallow it with a grievance.

A stiff smile appeared on his face, and he said to the camera in a solemn tone, "Thank you all for caring about my family. In order to be able to recover from peace of mind in the future and never be disturbed by rumors, tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning, Yun will hold a press conference for her at the Imperial Capital Hotel. All the rumors that have happened recently will be explained tomorrow morning. Please be sure to come at that time!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene was filled with excitement, and the sound of taking photos was endless.

......

The same moment.

A private plane was parked at Yuncheng Airport.

The man in a black turtleneck windbreaker stepped out, with a cold aura and a charming face. His deep and dark eyes made the sky light suddenly lose its brightness.

The man stopped, slowly lifted his black butterfly-like eyelashes, looked towards the Yun family, and a trace of gentle longing flashed through his eyes.

......

At 7 o'clock in the evening.

Yun Qing, under the angry and mad gaze of the two mothers and daughters of the Yun family, leisurely ate the dinner specially sent by the housekeeper of the Beiming family, and then slept in the garden for a while before returning to the room to close his eyes and rest.

She sat on the vine-flowered swing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the spacious and quiet courtyard, with lazy eyebrows and a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

But no one knows who this woman is missing.

The cat stood behind her and looked at her expression. It was an indescribable expression. It was obviously very warm, but it inexplicably made people feel lonely and sad.

Maoer racked his brains and thought for a while, then suddenly squatted down and looked at her with his face up, "Mrs.

Yun Qing looked at her with her eyes down, and when she met the little girl's big eyes, she laughed.

He raised his left hand, which was not injured, and rubbed her head, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

The cat looked at her black eyes and whispered, "Are you thinking about the young master?"

Yun Qing was stunned for a moment, her eyebrows and eyes curled, "No."

She was thinking about her hometown.

Her partner.

She worked hard and did not hesitate to die.

The cat shrank her neck. She didn't know Yunqing's true origin, but she knew everything that Yunqing in Yuncheng had experienced.

In the little girl's understanding, the person she can keep in mind is either Bei Ming Yexuan or her early mother.

She said carefully, "Mrs. Young Madam, if you are sad, you can call the young master."

Beiming Yexuan left Yuncheng for three days, and Yunqing had not called him yet.

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