Just like that, she kept stumbling out of Fontaine Green City. She anxiously rushed to the side of the road to stop the car.
But this is a high-end villa area, and all the people coming in and out are private cars. Taxis rarely come and go. She waited for a long time but no car came.
"Miss, where are you going? Let me give you a ride." An oversized motorcycle stepped on the brakes beside her, and the driver was a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old.
Qiu Mo didn't like talking to strangers, so she was so frightened that she quickly took a step back. Her cautious appearance immediately made the young man laugh, "Hey, do I look like a bad guy?"
Qiu Mo just looked at him warily and nodded silently.
"Miss, I'm really not a bad person. I live there." He pointed to the villa area in the distance, "I drive here every day and go jogging in the mountains, so I often see you going to the mountains.
Pick flowers.”
Qiu Mo blushed a little. She thought that there was no one on the mountain, so why did she think that there were still people who liked to run there? She suddenly felt shy as if her privacy had been broken into.
The young man smiled and said, "If I really have any bad intentions, it would be better to do it on the mountain, right?" He laughed heartily and spoke directly. Qiu Mo didn't dislike such people.
Seeing her looking at him, the young man took out a helmet and handed it over, "Wherever you want to go, I promise to go faster than a sports car."
Qiu Mo hesitated for a moment. She was really worried about Leng Xiao. It seemed that this young man really didn't look like a bad guy, so she finally reached out and took the helmet, opened the buckle underneath and put it on.
"Sit here." The young man patted the spacious back seat.
Qiu Mo sat up and grabbed his clothes with both hands fearfully.
"Where to go?" the young man lit the fire.
"Leng's Building."
"Oh, do you also want to go to the press conference? I heard that the Leng Consortium held a press conference to announce something very important. This morning, I passed by there and saw that the door was already surrounded by reporters from all walks of life.
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"Then...please hurry up, thank you." Qiu Mo became even more anxious after hearing what he said.
"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve beautiful women."
The young man seems to be an amateur racing enthusiast, and his family must be well-off. This car alone is expensive.
He shuttled left and right in the traffic on the road, as nimble as a fish in the water.
Qiu Mo was so surprised that he broke into cold sweats several times, but he was whistling leisurely.
He was right, this speed was indeed faster than a sports car, because sports cars would still be stuck in traffic jams, but he took advantage of every opportunity and made it very smooth.
"Thank you." Qiu Mo returned the helmet to him, turned around and ran away. After running two steps, she turned back and bowed to him: "I will never forget your kindness."
The young man smiled and waved his hand: "Goodbye, beauty."
As expected, there was already a crowd of people in front of Leng's gate. Various cameras and cameras were mounted high above their heads. The reporters were pushed into the gate while showing their IDs.
"Miss, do you have your ID?" A security guard stopped Qiu Mo and asked mechanically.
"Documents? Is the ID okay?" Qiu Mo asked anxiously, while tiptoeing through the crowded crowd to see what was going on inside.
"Sorry, we only accept reporters." The security guard pushed her gently: "Miss, please come back."
"I want to see Leng Xiao." Qiu Mo grabbed his arm tightly and begged.
"Young Master Leng has no visitors." The security guard was already a little impatient and hurriedly pushed her out.
"I am his wife." Qiu Mo said solemnly. The security guard was stunned for a moment, but then he said mockingly: "Miss, our Young Master Leng's wife has been dead for more than a year. Which wife are you? You...
I have seen a lot of women, and I have tried every possible means to meet Mr. Leng just to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. Miss, I don’t have the time today, please come back."
"No..." Qiu Mo wanted to say something else, but she was already squeezed out by the crowd coming from behind. She held on to a pillar on the side and managed to stand still.
At the same time, Murong Qianqian parked the car downstairs, put on her sunglasses and hurried up the steps.
"It's Miss Murong. I heard that she will be the mistress of the Leng family in the future." Someone among the reporters suddenly said loudly.
This sentence successfully shifted everyone's attention to Murong Qianqian.
"Miss Murong, how did you meet Mr. Leng?"
"Miss Murong, are your good things coming soon?"
Murong Qianqian covered her face with her hands and entered the Leng's Building along the special passageway under the escort of security. She only heard the news in the morning. Although the specific content of the press conference was not announced to the public, she felt that the press conference was
The meeting will be detrimental to the Leng family.
The surroundings finally returned to silence, and she stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. These reporters were like flies that couldn't be shaken off, especially when it came to matters related to Leng Xiao.
She stood in the hall and accidentally looked outside the door, and saw a faint figure standing beside the snow-white marble pillars. She felt that the figure was a bit familiar, so she couldn't help but take two steps forward to take a closer look.
The girl seemed to be in a hurry, but she couldn't squeeze in, so she could only stand there and watch. Murong Qianqian thought she was a reporter from some company at first, but when she got closer, she realized that it wasn't Qiu Mo?
Although we only met once at the racecourse, such a beauty is unforgettable for anyone.
Why did she come here? Is she here to see Leng Xiao?
Murong Qianqian couldn't help but feel sour in her heart. She couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in. She was both envious and jealous.
"Qianqian." Someone suddenly called her from behind.
Murong Qianqian turned around and saw the assistant pushing Leng Ningyu slowly towards her.
She went up to him and said with a smile: "Ning Yu."
Leng Ningyu asked curiously: "Why are you looking so seriously? I called you three times."
Murong Qianqian quietly glanced outside the door. Qiu Mo's petite figure was quickly submerged in the crowd. She shook her head and said, "No, I didn't see anything."
"Why are you free to come to our company?" Leng Ningyu pointed to the rest hall aside, "Sit over here."
Murong Qian nodded. In fact, she and Leng Ningyu had only known each other for a short time, but they were particularly close to each other.
"Ning Yu, what happened? Where is Leng Xiao?" Murong Qianqian asked anxiously.
"Brother is upstairs, but it's not convenient for him to see you now." Leng Ningyu's eyes darkened, and a press conference was about to be held soon. Leng Xiao refused to see everyone at this time and locked himself in the president's office. He has been there for two days.
It's been three hours.
When Murong Qianqian heard this, she became even more panicked, fearing that something would happen to him: "Let me see him, I'm very worried."
"I'm worried too, but he won't see anyone, unless..." Leng Ningyu sighed. He had asked Yan Tianluo to bring the message to Qiu Mo, but will Qiu Mo come?
In half an hour, the press conference is about to begin. Once all the reporters gather, it may not be that easy to save the situation.
"Unless what?" Murong Qianqian asked urgently.
Leng Ningyu thought for a while, Murong Qianqian was an outsider after all, and finally shook his head: "It's nothing."