After locking the bathroom door, Jing Miao rummaged through the box and found something she had once glanced at in her friend's hands. She eagerly scanned the instructions on it and couldn't wait to get started.
My heart was pounding nervously, my hands were still trembling, and my whole body seemed to be floating.
In order to calm down his mind, Jing Miao chose to find other things to divert his attention, and picked up the newspaper put aside.
As soon as you open it, you will see a large entertainment page with conspicuous red fonts: "French ballet rookie dancer mysteriously returns to China" "EM Group plans to spend 1.3 billion to prepare blockbusters..."
She forced herself to read the long report so that this difficult time could pass easily. "EM Film and Television Entertainment Group has been making a lot of money recently... There are signs of developing into dance dramas."
Guessing that the time was almost up, she closed her eyes slightly, praying in her heart that it wouldn't be true, and then turned her gaze...
On the other side, Huangfu Qingyuan was as restless as Jing Miao.
In the quaint study room, the elegant and low-key antique tables and chairs are arranged in an orderly manner. On the dark blue table is a transparent glass fish tank with several goldfish swimming leisurely.
Huangfu Qingyuan looked at the newspaper that was delivered, and looked at the person on the other end of the video with a sullen face.
"What's going on with you? You can't even look at anyone? Now everyone has returned to the country, and the news has been in the newspapers! Everyone knows about the commotion! Go, block all news about this person! I don't want to
If you see any reports about this person again, if anyone dares to report again, get out of the entertainment industry forever."
Her usually gentle face showed a rare gloominess, and the person on the other side of the screen was so frightened that she kept silent and nodded repeatedly.
The room became quiet again. Huangfu Qingyuan picked up the folder sent by the secretary on the table, which revealed the ID photo of Jing Miao's youth without makeup.
"Military family..." She murmured and frowned slightly. This girl's family background was quite ordinary, a little too inconspicuous.
There was a group photo of the family on the table. Huangfu Qingyuan's eyes fell on the heroic face of her youngest son, and she sighed softly. She picked up the things on the table and left the study.
After the door was closed, there was a sudden movement behind the curtain. Xiu Haifan let out a long breath. The way grandma looked angry just now was so scary.
He was playing with the goldfish on the table just now. He didn't expect to see the photos of Sister Jingmiao. He took one of them out. He didn't expect that grandma would come back at this time.
So he hid until now
Xiu Haifan, who had a guilty conscience, crumpled the documents he had just taken out into a ball, threw them under the cabinet, and immediately slipped out.