Chapter 85: : You can't afford Mrs. Qin

Qin Yue just raised his head and swept everyone present, his eyes were as cold as the current weather-cold.
Seeing that something was wrong, Madonna wanted to sneak in.
"That lady, you hurt my wife. Do you think you can leave like this?" Qin Yue said, and security guards immediately blocked Madonna's path.
"Ms. Qin, it's not that I hurt your wife, it's her..." Madonna still wanted to quibble, but when she met Qin Yue's cold gaze, she closed her mouth in fright.
Qin Yue added: "Liu Yong, I don't want anyone involved to stay in the innovation anymore. And those who slander my wife must be held accountable."
After leaving the word, he stretched out his hand to lead Jian Ran to leave. As soon as Jian Ran took a step, the pain in the sprained left foot made her cry.
"What's the matter?" Qin Yue asked immediately.
"Ankle twisted." Jian Ran sniffed and said.
As soon as her words fell, Qin Yue knelt in front of Jian Ran in full view of everyone, took off her high heels from her feet and raised her hands.
He got up again, hugged her up, ignoring everyone's presence, turned and strode away.
Jian Ran buried his head on his chest and rubbed it like a kitten.
Three years ago, when she encountered that incident, no one wanted to stand by her side, and she turned around in the most embarrassing posture alone.
Three years later, she encountered the same thing today, with Qin Yue by her side, and he was willing to be her most solid backing.
In this life, she was able to meet him in the vast crowd, it was her luck!
Until Qin Yue's figure holding Jian Ran disappeared, the people on the scene reacted, and everyone's eyes were filled with surprise.
What did their president say?
He said Jian Ran is his wife?
Lin Mei opened her eyes and looked at the direction of Qin Yue and Jian Ran's disappearance, and said with a sense of understanding: "The original Mrs. Qin who lived in the company's internal mail is Jian Ran from our business department."
Wang Weiming also remembered what Jian Ran had said a few days ago. She said that she was already married and that her husband was their president.
After the surprise, everyone squeezed a cold sweat for themselves, especially those who had just participated in the curse.
Xu Huiyi followed Qin Yue, and Liu Yong stayed to deal with what was left.
Originally, the company wanted to entertain the employees, but it didn't expect to make such messy clowns look like this.
Liu Yongjiang took a look at the scene and said, "You like making trouble so much, so you don't need to eat that meal. Next, we will talk about what happened today."
Liu Yong looked at Madonna again, and smiled coldly: "Is Mrs. Qin something someone like you can afford? When you want to provoke people in the future, please keep your eyes bright."
Madonna knew that she had stabbed a hornet's nest at this time, panicked, and quickly looked at Zhao Junqing for help: "Manager Zhao."
Zhao Junqing was as cunning as a fox, and had already figured out a way out for herself before she found Madonna.
If Madonna fails, she will definitely be pulled into the water. She must guard against Madonna's move, so she didn't leave any evidence with Madonna.
Even if Madonna testified against her, there would not be many people who would believe her.
So, Zhao Junqing said: "Miss Ma, did you tell me something?"
Zhao Junqing's indifferent attitude, and the tone of this speech, Madonna knew what Zhao Junqing's attitude was.
She has no evidence of Zhao Junqing's cooperation with her, and if Zhao Junqing denies it, she would be boring herself.
Without help from Zhao Junqing, Madonna's gaze searched for Xu You'ai in the crowd, but the other party looked away from her, let alone help her.
Liu Yong didn't give them a chance to argue, so he directly called the police.
Leave these people connected to the police to investigate, and they only need to deal with the result by Chen Sheng.
Of course, if Mrs. Qin who offended them, it is estimated that those who practised behind could go to prison for more than half a year.
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Baihe Restaurant is right next to the innovation company, just a few minutes drive away from home.
After the driver Wei sent them, Qin Yue still carried Jian Ran's high heels and hugged her home.
While waiting for the elevator, I met an old couple living in the house opposite them.
The children of this old couple are all abroad, and the two old people living here are particularly lonely, because they see the young people particularly enthusiastic.
After living here for nearly three months, Jian Ran went upstairs every day, and occasionally said hello when she met.
At this moment, the two old people looked at Jian Ran straightforwardly. Jian Ran was embarrassed by the look, and his head was buried in Qin Yue's arms, just unwilling to lift it up.
The old lady grinned and said, "Little girl, why is your skin so thin? What is there in being hugged by your husband. I think that in our days, your uncle held me for a few streets."
The old lady spoke vigorously, and the uncle standing next to her gave a light cough, his face was not very good.
Jian Ran also discovered that these two elderly aunts talked a lot, and the uncle talked less. Such an old aunt often blushed the uncle with anger.
Jian Ran quietly looked up at Qin Yue, but could only see his chiseled chin, could not see his expression, let alone what he was thinking.
Because on the way back, he never said a word, she could only feel how hard he put his arms around her.
After listening to the aunt's words, Jian Ran felt that it was justified, what is the meaning of being hugged by her husband.
So she lifted her head from Qin Yue's arms and smiled at the aunt: "Thank you, aunt, I see."
After saying this, Jian Ran stretched out his hands and hugged Qin Yue's lean waist tightly, rubbing his head against his chest again.
She figured it out and felt comfortable, but did not see Qin Yue's blushing face.
Back home, Qin Yue put Jian Ran gently on the sofa, turned around and went to the medicine cabinet to fetch medicine for sprains.
He squatted down in front of Jian Ran, then took off Jian Ran's socks.
Jian Ran's feet are beautiful, white and tender, a little fat, and they look cute.
His warm hand grasped her ankle, rubbed it slightly, and then took the medicine and rubbed it on the foot.
Looking at Qin Yue who was serious, Jian Ran pursed his lips and looked at him with a glaring gaze: "Qin Yue, don't you care about my past at all?"
Qin Yue raised his head to look at her, and once again emphasized: "Jian Ran, I have told you a long time ago that your past has nothing to do with me. What I care about is your future and our future."
How to do?
Jian Ran wanted to cry again.
She obviously doesn't like to cry, but in front of Qin Yue, she becomes so tearful, as if to cry all the grievances to him.
But in the end, she still held back the tears, she couldn't cry, she had to smile more in front of him.
She looked at him and smiled: "Our future."
Qin Yue said: "In the future, we will go together."
Jian Ran nodded heavily: "Yeah."
In the future, there will be you and me.