The hotel room is quiet and silent.

The curtains that had not been completely closed were infiltrated with a trace of light, and they were weak and could only vaguely see the outline of the room furnishings.

"Three...Three Brothers?" Song Fengwan took a breath, and there was a smell that did not belong to him in his breath.

With his back against the slightly cool wall, he came over, imprisoning her body. The heat that was so close to her fell on her face, gently and hot.

He approached slightly, and his cool nose rubbed against her face.

"Wanwan."

"Hmm?" Song Fengwan held her back tightly, not daring to move.

"Your face is so hot, it seems like you're having a fever."

Song Fengwan bit his lip, "You are getting too close."

She reached out and tried to push her away, and her hands fell on his chest, and he held it down with one hand.

Through the down jacket, you can feel the squirting heartbeat.

The palms are getting hotter.

"Do you miss me?" The tip of your nose rubbed, and the skin gently touched, which made people palpitations, "Hmm? Have you thought about it?"

"Let me go first." Song Fengwan's voice became softer and weaker. The two of them were pressed tightly to dispel the chill, and there was inexplicably more warm and ambiguous relationship.

Fu Chen looked at his lips, his throat rolling in the dim light.

A little dry and hot.

"You move a little bit first, I feel uncomfortable..." Song Fengwan hurriedly pushed him away, his body slightly pulled away half an inch...

She felt relieved and felt more comfortable just now, but someone suddenly grabbed her hand and pressed her over her head, pressing her over...

"Three...well--"

Drowning silently.

Pressing her lips and making it deeper, just pressing her tightly, was enough for her to keep her palpitations.

Fu Chen pecked at the corner of her lips, and with a "pop" sound, Song Fengwan's heartbeat was chaotic and his little face flushed.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry." Fu Chen started off and put it in her ear, muttering to her in a low voice.

Apologize?

What's the way?

"I can't really help it."

Song Fengwan's blood surged, and he was so angry that he was so angry.

Someone had already pulled away, picked up the room card on the ground, inserted it into the groove, and accompanied by the ticking sound of power connection, the whole room was as bright as daytime.

"Don't stand at the door, come in and sit." Fu Chen looked at the room, which was a simple small apartment, two-bedroom apartment.

He took all Song Fengwan's exam supplies to the table.

Song Fengwan was furious. Whose house is this?

"Where is your phone?" Fu Chen suddenly reached out to her.

"Um?"

"I just said that the battery is almost out of power. I'll charge you. You can change your clothes first and I'll take you to have a meal."

Song Fengwan had been painting for a day and could not help but get some paint on his body.

As soon as she took out her cell phone, she saw a WeChat content.

Little White Dragon in the Langli: [Sister, I have seen the news, don’t be afraid, if you have anything to do, you can ask your brother to help you!]

"Give me your phone?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows.

Song Fengwan felt something was wrong since last night. He had agreed that the exam would end today and eat barbecue with Qiao Aiyun. She would forget that she would break the appointment, even Fu Chen came to Yuncheng and Duan Linbai's words.

She immediately turned on her phone. Although her various software pushes were turned off, she still had various headlines when she opened it.

News about Qiao Aiyun's press conference was immediately revealed, and the following links of various things emerged one after another...

"Wanwan." Fu Chen saw her appearance and knew that he could not hide it anymore.

Song Fengwan held his cell phone and looked at it for five or six minutes before he could figure it out.

"Is it him?" She looked at Fu Chen and asked for an answer.

"Aunt Yun doesn't want you to get involved. She is already dealing with it. Someone will help her. Don't worry about this."

"I just want to go over and take a look and let me wait here?" She would be crazy.

Seeing her anxious appearance, Fu Chen reached out and touched her hair, "The press conference has not started yet. Go change some clothes and I'll take you there."

Song Fengwan raised his foot to run to the bedroom, changed his coat, but didn't even pull up the zipper, and hurried out, "Okay, let's go."

"It's not even started, don't be so anxious." Fu Chen bent down, tied her zipper, put on a scarf intimately, and whispered, "This is the adult business. No matter what happens later, don't be impulsive."

"Yes." Song Fengwan nodded seriously, pulled Fu Chen and walked out.

This person is really hard-working.

Huamao Hotel

The press conference has not yet begun, and the scene is already crowded with people. Various media have taken a good position, set up equipment and adjust the camera, and wait for Qiao Aiyun to appear.

At around 7:50, Qiao Aiyun and Geng Ying walked onto the stage of the press conference under the escort of two security guards.

The lens was focused and the flash lasted for about five or six minutes.

"Did Yu Tangchun sell fake goods? It ruined Mr. Qiao's reputation for life. Do you want shame?"

"That photo is true. You want shame when you divorce your current husband while living with other men?" The reporter is always omnipresent, and I don't know where to find the photos of Yan Wangchuan entering and leaving her unit building.

"Can your mouth be cleaner? She hasn't spoken yet. If you want to make trouble, get out."

There were also reporters who came to watch, and they couldn't help but speak out to stop them.

"If you help her like this, she would have invited her."

"The press conference has not started, you are here to set the pace. I think you have bad intentions."

...

At this moment, Song Jingren was at the scene, hiding in the corner.

"Mr. Song, let's go." Secretary Zhang was so nervous that he was so nervous that if someone discovered it, it would be over.

He is guilty of being a thief. He knows the best of what happened except Song Jingren.

"What's the hurry? I want to see what she can do when things get to this point?" Song Jingren wore a mask, with a sinister and cruel eyes, and the bruises that could not be hidden in the corners of his eyes had not yet dissipated.

"But..." Secretary Zhang blocked his face, fearing that he would be recognized.

"I want to see her being disgraced and want to take away my things. I also got Yan Wangchuan to deal with me. Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

And at this moment...

Fu Chen and Song Fengwan have already arrived at the second floor of the hotel, where there is a main control room, responsible for the stage lighting of the press conference, and can clearly see everything happening in the audience.

Accurate at 8 o'clock in the evening

Geng Ying patted the microphone and said, "Okay, please calm down, our press conference is about to begin."

Everyone was quiet, waiting for Qiao Aiyun to speak.

She tried the microphone, "First of all, thank you for coming out for such a cold day for me. This press conference is the most important thing to clarify one thing."

"One thing? Ms. Qiao, shouldn't it be two? Fakes? Fraud?" The reporter couldn't wait.

"Is it too rude for you to interrupt others like this?" Qiao Aiyun narrowed her eyes. She wore a black dress with a white shirt underneath. She was tied up with her hair, and she was neat and capable, giving people a very sharp feeling.

"If there is another time, I will ask you out immediately."

"Since I appear in public, I will definitely give you an explanation for everything. I respect the public before I will hold a press conference. During this period, please give me some respect."

Qiao Aiyun was calm and generous, and she spoke slowly.

Just like the few people who looked anxious just now, I was embarrassed to whine to her.

"First of all, let's talk about the fakes that appeared in Yutangchun last night. I know that everyone doesn't believe what I said, so I invited the person involved who smashed the store at that time."

Everyone thought Qiao Aiyun might explain in tears, but she didn't expect to use her big move as soon as she came.

Skip directly to the party part.

A woman in her forties walked to the stage under the escort of two security guards. She was dressed incredibly simple. When facing the camera, she was nervous and nervous. Her hands were hanging on both sides, constantly pulling her clothes, and her eyes were in a panic.

"I believe everyone knows this person." Qiao Aiyun invited her to her side, "It was one of the people who smashed Yu Tangchun at that time."

"There were 5 people last night, all of whom were taken away by the police. One of the children was not suitable for detention. She was the mother of the child and the person who went to the store to buy jade bracelets that day."

"She didn't do anything at that time, nor did she participate in the smashing. After I contacted the police station, I released her bail."

Qiao Aiyun briefly talked about the matter.
To be continued...