The man wore a suit and was slender and elegant. He saw her, his eyes softened a little, and he said warmly: "Sister Qiao Qiao is back."

Luo Qiao flashed the content of the photo before her eyes, her eyes flickered, her lips pressed to avoid his sight.

"Are you going out?" she said, only to realize that her voice was a little hoarse.

Ming Siran gave a hum, staring at her, his eyes moved: "...what's the matter? Not happy?"

"No." Luo Qiao stepped past him and entered: "I'll go to sleep for a while."

Ming Siran looked at her back, frowned slightly, and waited until her figure disappeared from his sight before he slowly retracted his sight and stepped out of the door with his long legs.

The black luxury car stopped at the door, and the assistant opened the door for him. Ming Siran bent over and got into the car with a cold voice: "I found it?"

The assistant handed a sealed paper bag to Ming Siran: "Ming, this is all Jiang Qingyu's information, this woman is not simple."

Ming Siran opened the sealed bag and looked at the various information photos inside with deep eyes.

"She has a very strong malice towards Miss Luo, and it is worth mentioning that her image abroad is very different from what she presents on the Internet now."

Ming Siran turned around, not knowing what scene he saw, and sneered: "This kind of woman..."

"Ming, do you need me to send these things to gossip magazine now?"

Ming Siran looked at it for a while and put these materials aside. He stared at the front, his voice indifferent: "No, I will come myself."

...

Jiang Qingyu's various resources were withdrawn, causing quite a stir on the Internet.

Netizens know who withdrew her resources to block her.

At this time, Jiang Qingyu, who was waiting for the attention of the audience, finally got news. She logged into Weibo and opened a live broadcast.

The place where she broadcasted the live broadcast was in her own home. The curtains were opened, the light was abundant, and the furnishings were simple and warm. Like her people, it gave people an approachable feeling.

Because of such a big noise on the Internet, there are a lot of netizens watching whether or not she is a fan.

The camera shook, followed by Jiang Qingyu's face.

However, Jiang Qingyu's appearance at this moment is completely different from usual. Her cheeks are red and swollen, her hair is messy, she stares at the camera with a pale face, and her eyes are red.

[Fuck? ? ? 】

【day! Sister Qingyu, what's going on? Your face seems swollen? 】

【...Have you been beaten? 】

Netizens were shocked when they saw her face.

How is this going?

The barrage was surprised and asked, but Jiang Qingyu did not speak.

A woman has a thin body and white skin. Just looking at the camera without saying a word can easily give rise to a desire for protection.

Even passers-by couldn't bear it, what happened? so poor.

Seeing the number of viewers getting higher and higher, the fans' distressed emotions became stronger and stronger, Jiang Qingyu's eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell instantly.

[Sister Qingyu, don't cry! ! 】

[Distressed me so much, fuck, sister, you have something to say! 】

Jiang Qingyu's tears were as if he didn't need money, the big one fell down, closing his eyes and biting his lips, the whole person seemed to be shaking.

Just this part of the pitiful cry, the number of viewers began to grow wildly, the barrage was swiped so fast, and nothing was clear.

With everyone waiting anxiously, Jiang Qingyu finally spoke, her voice choked: "Luo Qiao is a lunatic!"