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   "You have helped me like this, what can I do?" Huo Yichen smiled helplessly.

  Although he didn't want Murong Qiao to know what happened to him, seeing that she held a press conference as soon as she found out, Huo Yichen naturally felt warm in his heart.

   "I should have spoken first." Huo Yichen sighed, "I let you preempt it."

  He has been entangled with the board of directors recently, so he has no energy to think about unnecessary things.

  Murong Qiao didn't care, "Special cases should be treated specially."

   Fortunately, the press conference did work as Murong Qiao thought. At least after she announced the news of the engagement banquet, the board of directors would definitely not make things difficult for Huo Yichen in a short time.

   But the engagement banquet was announced hastily, so it can't be done hastily.

  Murong Qiao suddenly thought of his fourth brother, "When are you free, let's go to the fourth brother's place to order a dress together?"

   "Okay." Huo Yichen agreed with soft brows and eyes.

  Looking at this, the President should not be angry anymore, Ye Zhen stood aside, watching Huo Yichen's state and secretly judging in his heart.

  The call didn't last long before it was interrupted by Jiang Chi's knock on the door.

   "Stop talking, someone from my side is here." Murong Qiao hung up the phone, and then looked at Jiang Chi who walked in.

   "Boss." Jiang Chi held a stack of documents, "These are the documents to be processed recently."

  Murong Qiao flicked across the files casually, and then his eyes stayed on the computer screen on his desktop for a moment. When he saw a piece of news flicked across, he moved the mouse and clicked on it.

  【Some artists seem to have strength and face, but they became popular so easily, even if there is no background in the background, no one would believe it...】

   The first comment received hundreds of likes, temporarily ranking first in the comment area.

  Murong Qiao frowned, the first thing he saw was the photo of the female artist being hugged by the male princess.

The person who broke the news was Zheng Yue's trumpet, and the words in it were quite condescending. All kinds of provocative things made people feel angry and blood surging after watching it. There are even a bunch of people talking about it in the comment area .

  Although the pictures are blurred, people who are familiar with An Nuo and Murong Chen can vaguely recognize them even just by their backs, not to mention that Murong Qiao has been living with An Nuo, and he is no more familiar with his elder brother.

  She didn't think there was anything wrong between the two of them, but the people who posted the post and the comment area were all "colorful."

   As long as a drop of ink is mixed into the clear water, it will become muddy, not to mention the entertainment circle like a big dye vat.

  And many times, even if the marketing account and the paparazzi can't recognize the person, in the eyes of netizens, there will always be some people who compare and compare, and then show evidence to photograph the confirmed candidate.

  Just after Murong Qiao read the comments for a while, many people felt like An Nuo.

   "There are a lot of rumors about CG recently?" Murong Qiao said suddenly.

  Jiang Chi was taken aback, "There are a lot of them, and the PR department has been in operation recently."

   Murong Qiao is still looking at that photo. Judging from the shooting angle of this photo, it should be at the entrance of the CG company.

   "Even if there are paparazzi, the recent number is a bit too much—"

  Murong Qiao stretched out his voice thoughtfully, and then clicked into the content of this marketing account to look at it, and found that since its creation, the most published content was all kinds of celebrity gossip and rumors about CG.

   In a sense, this one can be regarded as the true love party among the "black fans".

   "...Go and check this person." Murong Qiao transferred the account to Jiang Chi.

   With so many revelations, even hard-core paparazzi don’t have the ability, and this account is dedicated to breaking the news, it’s hard for Murong Qiao not to suspect that there are company employees or insiders who are playing tricks.

  Jiang Chi noticed the problem after a few glances, and then nodded. "I will respond to the public relations department and follow up this matter together."

   "Okay, then I'll go first, I have work to do tomorrow." Murong Qiao got up and got ready to leave work.

  She plans to go to fourth brother Yanxiu's shop with Huo Yichen tomorrow, so it's not easy to stay up late and work.

  During the rush hours of normal off-duty traffic jams, the sound of horns intertwined with red lights seems to have become the norm, and pedestrians on the side of the road are not surprised to wear headphones and immerse themselves in their own world.

  Murong Qiao had just left the company, and looked at the dim to dreamy sky in the west. Pieces of burning clouds were gradually superimposed together, as if a cluster of small flames were ignited on the clouds, and then spread to the entire sky.

  The fallen leaves and the wind form a swirl, and then gradually pass by Murong Qiao's feet at low altitude. The edges of the leaves are still gilded with golden light, and they dance very beautifully.

  She raised her head and looked at the sunset half covered by the clouds, feeling the wind blowing across her cheeks, she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

   This picture was recorded with a burst of shutter sound.

  Cen Qianmo, who was standing in the distance, was holding a DSLR. He looked at Murong Qiao, who was standing there with a quiet picture, and looked at the DSLR in his hand without saying a word.

  He just saw Murong Qiao, and was amazed by the light and shadow, so he couldn't help taking pictures.

   "Why are you standing here and not leaving?" Cen Qianmo's friend turned around and asked him.

  Cen Qianmo was brought back to his senses by his friend's voice, he looked up from the DSLR, and when he tried to look over again, he found that Murong Qiao had disappeared.

  The moment just now seemed like a dream, but looking at the moment recorded by the SLR in his hand, Cen Qianmo clearly realized that everything happened for real.

  The friend looked at Cen Qianmo in silence and looked at him strangely.

   "...It's okay." Cen Qianmo shook his head.

  But he still couldn't help recalling the scene he saw just now in his mind, and still couldn't help reminding him how beautiful that scene was.

  Even on the road later, Cen Qianmo couldn't help but repeatedly looked through his DSLR to see that picture, and then in the faint throbbing in his heart, he suddenly had an idea.

  He seems to have found his muse.

  Murong Qiao didn't know that his unintentional actions were left in the camera.

  She returned home from the original route as usual, and when she opened the door, she saw An Nuo lying on the sofa in a daze, as if thinking about something.

   Didn't even find her back.

  It wasn't until Murong Qiao walked in and made some noises on purpose that An Nuo came back to his senses.

   "Joe?" An Nuo suddenly looked at Murong Qiao.

  Murong Qiao hummed, "What are you thinking, so preoccupied."

  She was asking casually, but An Nuo faltered after being asked.

   "Just..." An Nuo pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

   Murong Qiao raised her eyebrows, sitting beside her and waiting for An Nuo to finish.

  An Nuo closed his eyes and finished speaking, "My manager said he plans to let me live out."

   "I have always lived in the same place, and she is also afraid of being approached by paparazzi or fans, and the two of us living together are girls..." An Nuo scratched his head.

  There are many reasons for living separately. An Nuo also knows that what the manager said is correct, and she agrees in her heart, but she still feels a little bit reluctant to part with Murong Qiao.

   "I thought it was such a big event that you fell in love." Murong Qiao let out a sigh of relief.

  Seeing An Nuo being so serious just now, she got a little nervous.

  She patted An Nuo on the shoulder instead. "Then move out, your agent is right."

   "It just so happens that I also feel that this house is not suitable anymore."