"I'll just say, how could Qiao Yimo's bitch be Qingqing, and Qingqing can't be her bitch."

After speaking, she twitched the corner of her mouth, and then walked out the door.

In the corridor.

The staff of Royal Music stared at the phone with a fan-like expression, and said excitedly: "I don't think the writer I like is so beautiful."

"Yeah, I didn't think she was so young, she was still a student, and she was also the number one in the college entrance examination in City S. I didn't even think of it."

"I really want to go to S City to see how she really looks!"

When Qiao Anchu heard these voices, he froze.

All that was true just now! ! !

How can it be?

The last pillar in Qiao Anchu's heart also collapsed, and she hurried to the toilet, not wanting to let people see her in such an ugly manner!

What else can she compete with Qiao Yimo now!

Ho ho, what else is there!

Why is this happening!

She worked hard to practice piano in Y country, why is Qiao Yimo so beautiful in S city!

Why is God so unfair!

She hates Qiao Yimo! At the same time, the other side.

After Qiao Yimo finished speaking, he walked directly off the stage.

The scene was in chaos, and immediately many fans of the author gathered around.

"Qingqing, I really like your work, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful."

"Qingqing, can you sign for me? Sign it on my chest."

"Qingqing, you also sign my chest, I promise not to take a bath!"

"Qingqing, I have watched both "Nuanfeng" and "Nuanfeng Ⅱ". I especially like your collaborative style. I can add your contact information to communicate in the future."

Nowadays, what kind of conference is this, it has become Qingqing's signing event.

Qiao Yimo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and rolled his eyes at Lin Murong.

Lin Murong looked embarrassed and quickly called the security guard to send her back to the backstage.

Everyone watched the girl's figure, and it was a little quiet now.

*

Outside the conference site.

A black Maybach parked at the door, and the live broadcast of the Tenth Writers Association Conference was in the car. Genius remembers for a second

The corners of the man in the back seat were slightly twitched, his black eyes staring at the back of the girl who retreated to the backstage on the screen.

Leng Juo raised his hand and rubbed his temples and sighed.

How to do?

His girl is so good, it's really annoying to have so many rivals all at once for no reason.

Let Momo sign his signature on his chest? crazy?

His real boyfriend still doesn't have this kind of treatment. Where does the pheasant who popped up dare to make such a request?

Fortunately, Momo finally did not have the conditions to agree to that person, otherwise he would definitely clean up her when he went back!

"Master Tired." Bo Hua stared, swallowed, "Don't you go in and pick Miss Qiao out?"

It only took fifteen minutes to rush from the Leng Group to the scene, but now it’s all here, and Master Tien said nothing. I don’t know why?

He is puzzled!

"Wait for her to come out." Lengjuan sighed.

If you go in now, it will definitely cause a panic. After all, he has a wife in the eyes of outsiders, but everyone doesn't know that his wife is Momo.

However, at this moment, more and more cars were parked outside the conference gate.

More than a dozen cars gathered at the gate of the meeting that had been deserted.

I saw people walking down the car and carrying cameras.

If you guessed wrong, these reporters all came from the TV station to interview Qiao Yimo.

Bo Hua glanced at the rear-view mirror and reminded: "Master Tiong, according to this battle, if Miss Qiao doesn't come out now, there will be more people later, maybe she won't be able to come out next year!" JrNovels.com