It is said that it is a fig leaf, but once it is revealed, it will really not help the problem. No one will dare to come to Feng Yiyue to seek humiliation.
"Have you gone back?" He Liangchuan watched Feng Yiyue turn off the computer.
Feng Yiyue nodded: "I'm back."
I haven’t had much rest since I came back from the set, I’m really exhausted.
The two of them had a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned the previous quarrel, as if it had never happened.
Just as he was about to leave, an employee came to report, so Feng Yiyue had to let He Liangchuan drive first.
After the employees left, Feng Yiyue packed her things and prepared to go out to meet He Liangchuan.
The phone screen flickered, and Feng Yiyue thought it was a call from He Liangchuan, but it turned out to be a multinational number.
Picked up the phone quickly without hesitation.
However, he is not the person Feng Yiyue imagined.
"I don't know what kind of wind brought the Duke here."
Feng Yiyue didn't expect that Sofa Fran Holland would call her.
It had been a long time since we last met, and I thought there would be no contact in the future, but I didn't expect that he would actually call me.
"Miss Feng, how about a deal?" Holland on the other end of the phone was not one to mince words.
As soon as Feng Yiyue heard this, she knew it was aimed at He Liangchuan.
"Sorry, I don't like to seek skin from tigers." Feng Yiyue refused without thinking.
Holland was not surprised. Perhaps he had already thought about how Feng Yiyue would react before making the call.
"Miss Feng, you don't need to be so anxious to reject me. I think you will reconsider after reading the email I sent you." Holland was confident.
Feng Yiyue didn't think there was anything to consider. If she was with He Liangchuan, it would be impossible for her to do anything sorry to him. This was a matter of principle.
"Miss Feng, please check the email first."
"You should have received it."
Feng Yiyue turned on her computer and entered her private mailbox.
There is indeed a new email.
Feng Yiyue was more cautious and opened the email after confirming that there was no virus.
Holland on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, but he didn't hang up the phone either. He was calm as if he already knew that Feng Yiyue would be willing to cooperate with him next.
Feng Yiyue looked at the information in the email. Many of them were old news.
The mouse slowly slid down, and Feng Yiyue did not miss this frame after frame.
There is a fifteen second video until the end.
Although the video is short, the face of the protagonist in the video is very familiar to Feng Yiyue.
"Who gave these things to you?"
Looking at the video, Feng Yiyue's eyes were almost bloodshot, and her whole body seemed to be in a daze.
