At around 10 a.m. the next day, Zhao Qingyan came to Qiao's Group.

The show that Miss Zhao's seventh family should have was not used, so she avoided the siege of reporters ambushed by Qiao's group.

"Hello, I'll look for Mr. Qiao."

"Sorry, which Mr. Qiao are you looking for?" Qiao's front desk smiled with a well-trained smile.

Oh, she forgot that the Qiao Group's most undesirable thing is Mr. Qiao. Zhao Qingyan once again made clear his purpose, "I'll find the third young master Qiao Junxi."

"Who are you? I'll check the appointment for you."

"No appointment." Perhaps Zhao Qingyan was dressed too ordinary, and there was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the front desk.

Indeed, Zhao Qingyan dressed up as a college student—a denim sweater and white shoes. She rushed back to school after talking to Qiao Junxi.

"Sorry, you can't do it without an appointment..."

I didn't want to waste my time, so Zhao Qingyan interrupted the front desk with a smile, "Please tell Qiao Junxi that Miss Zhao's seventh family wants to see him."

The front desk was still immersed in her charming smile, and his face froze when he heard her words. The little girl in front of him was... the legendary... Miss Zhao's... Seventh Miss?

After reporting to his home, Zhao Qingxian soon met Qiao Junxi.

I saw her, but I don’t know whether Qiao Junxi was intentional or unintentional, so I let her hang for an hour.

She sat in his office, watching Qiao's senior executives keep coming to Qiao Junxi to sign and report on the work. If she disturbed her rashly, she would seem abrupt and rude.

Her secretary took care of her very thoughtfully. When the coffee was cold, she would change her new one, three or four cups in a row.

For a moment, Zhao Qingyan wanted to throw the coffee in front of Qiao Junxi and told him: I'm not here to drink coffee!

Of course she didn't do that.

The last time, Zhou Wei replaced her with a cup of chrysanthemum tea. Zhao Qingyan took the tea cup and looked at it for a long time and suddenly realized that the cup of tea was a way to ruin her.

Zhao Qingyan laughed "hehe" and took a sip with great shame. The taste was still good, with a hint of sweetness in the bitterness, simple, fresh and elegant.

I don’t know if it was Zhao Qingyan’s “hehe” reminding him, or if Qiao Junxi was curious about her inexplicable smile, he finally said the second sentence to her, “Why are you laughing at?”

His first words were what she said when she entered the door, "Sit down first, wait for me for a while." It seemed that he had expected that she would come to him.

What a person who is not real, she waited for an hour.

"Are you finished your business? Is it my turn?" Zhao Qingyan's patience was limited, and waiting for him for more than an hour was already the limit.

Realizing her unbearable temper, Qiao Junxi put down her work, walked to her and sat down, "Okay, what do you want to ask?"

"I think you should give me a reasonable explanation for what happened yesterday." After a night of fermentation, the news of the two people's marriage was almost known to the people of the whole country. During the morning meal, Zhao Bolin received several calls from wedding companies and wedding dress shops, saying that he was willing to provide free sponsorship. Zhao Qingyan was indigestion by Lei.

"Last time you said you were willing to help me. So I can only take you..."

"Use me as a shield?" Zhao Qingyan read out the words he couldn't say very clearly.

"If you watched yesterday's show, you should know that I had no choice but to do it." Qiao Junxi said calmly, as if he was under a lot of pressure because of this matter.

Of course, Zhao Qingyan knew how Qiao Junxi dragged her into the water, and she became soft-hearted for a moment.

"What should I do now?" Things are getting big! Zhao Qingyan admired Qiao Junxi very much for being in such a situation.
Chapter completed!