A pair of eyes behind the spectacle lenses looked at Vanilla with interest.
Vanilla was slightly startled when she heard this, what do you mean?
The president of a leading domestic online gaming company? Do you mean their president?
Is this man also an admirer of the president?
Otherwise, you want to know what their president does?
Lu Jun knew what Vanilla was wondering about, but he didn't explain.
He pointed at the injury on her forehead and reminded, "Go get some ice cubes and apply it quickly, otherwise the swelling will get worse in a while."
Vanilla had forgotten about the pain, but after being reminded by Army, she remembered it again. She reached out to cover the swollen area and looked at the location where the two cars collided, "Then this..."
Before she leaves, she needs to arrange the car first.
Anyway, the collision has already occurred. Let’s report the matter to the president first and then resolve it in the district.
The Army said, "You drive the car forward a little, I will back it out, and you park it again."
"Thank you." Vanilla bowed gratefully to Army.
Qiao An and Wu Yifan entered the restaurant, found the private room reserved by Zhang Mofei, and entered one after the other.
Pei Mochen and Zhang Mofei sat with their backs to the window.
The private room is small and uniquely decorated.
Qiao An was wearing a beige coat and a classic Burberry scarf. The first thing she saw when she entered the door was Pei Ruomian.
His black eyes lit up and he walked towards her with a smile, "Anchor Pei."
Forgetting Wu Yifan who was following him, he walked next to Pei Ruomian, pulled out the chair next to hers and sat down.
"Qiao Xiaoshou, long time no see." Pei Ruomian couldn't help laughing after saying this.
She could never forget the time when a reporter interviewed her at the door of the restaurant.
What made her laugh the most was that the passerby's words actually came true.
I still remember the time when Qiao An stomped her feet and retorted with curses. She was like a 'shrew who cursed the streets.'
'You are the one who is suffering, and your whole family is suffering.'
"Anchor Pei, I haven't seen you for many days, what's wrong with you? You look very bad, and you're covered in bruises."
Qiao An's enchanting eyes swept over Pei Ruomian's body.
My forehead was red and swollen, there was a band-aid on my face, and the scars were covered with gauze on my hands.
In terms of relationships, she recently stopped being a host and became a thug.
"It's a long story." Pei Ruomian said as a cliché, then he tilted his head and leaned closer to Qiao An, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, how was the final result?"
After asking, she glanced at Wu Yifan, her lips pursed slightly, and the arc was widened.
Seeing Wu Yifan's handsome face and his elegant temperament, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, such a perfect couple makes so many unmarried girls and married aunts roar in their hearts.
One looks like a monster reborn, and the other is as handsome as an elegant man who stepped out of a painting.
What a waste, what a pity.
Qiao An looked sideways and blinked his narrow eyes in confusion, "What's the result?"
Pei Ruomian asked, "Are you going to suffer a little or attack a lot?"
This question is very critical, as it affects whether she will change her title to Qiao An in the future.
Qiao An frowned and asked, "Can I not ask this kind of question?"
This is a sad topic, a painful topic.
When Qiao An chased Pei Ruomian before, Pei Ruomian got annoyed whenever he saw him. Now that he is no longer chasing him, the two of them are chatting very happily.
The two of them were lost in conversation here.
Over there, Wu Yifan's handsome eyebrows were slightly furrowed. He held his mobile phone with his long fair fingers and sent a WeChat message to someone.
Qiao An's cell phone rang twice. She took it out of her bag and saw a WeChat message from someone.
