When the car drove back to the hotel, the rain stopped. The clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated. The sun teared a hole in the large clouds. The dazzling wool light was fine and soft, like a princess imprisoned in the castle. When she was bored, she spread her golden hair in the wind.

As soon as he got off the car, He Yiyi saw the bodyguard of the Tang family waiting in the parking lot. So she walked over with wonder.

Before she asked anything, the bodyguard bent down and said hello: "Hello Mr. He, Mr. Tang has something to tell you, and I'm waiting for you in the car."

"Mr. Tang is here too?" He Yiyi looked at Ming Jingxin in wonder.

Ming Jingxin took her hand and got into the black RV.

"Jing Xin, Yiyi, sit." Tang Zejiu sat in front of the reception table in the car, with three cups of coffee on the reception table.

"Tangtang didn't tell me that you are here." He Yiyi sat down opposite Tang Zejiu.

"She didn't know I was coming. I came by a private jet and landed two hours earlier than her." Tang Zejiu raised his hand and pointed to the coffee, "I just cooked it, and I added half milk according to your taste."

"Thank you, Uncle Tang, you came here for a special trip. Is there anything important?" He Yiyi picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"Yiyi, this time I agree with your father. I am here to pick you up and return home." Tang Zejiu said, turning his eyes to Ming Jingxin, "I believe you can understand our efforts."

He Jiayong and Tang Zejiu have never been in a relationship.

In Professor He's eyes, Tang Zejiu is a businessman full of stinking money.

In Tang Zejiu's eyes, He Jiayong is the bastard who stole his beloved woman.

The two of them wished they would never interact with each other. When they met occasionally, they would be very polite if they could be cold-eyed and not hurt each other.

It is not easy to reach a consensus this time.

Ming Jingxin nodded and said, "I can certainly understand the painstaking efforts of the two elders, but Yibao..." As he said that, Ming Jingxin turned his head to look at He Yiyi. Of course, he was willing to He Yiyi leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, but he understood that He Yiyi would not agree.

He doesn't want to force things she doesn't want to do. He just wants to be by her side, relying on blessings and fortune, and sharing life and death.

Without waiting for Ming Jingxin to express his opinion, He Yiyi said first: "Uncle Tang, if this matter is not completely resolved, I will not be able to sleep peacefully no matter where I go."

"I knew you had this attitude. So next, I will stay by your side for Lao He and Xiyue."

He Yiyi: "..."

Such illogical words were said from a business giant. This is really fantasy.

"Mr. Tang, if you are not worried about Yibao, you can divide your security personnel into part. There is no need to be a bodyguard in person." Obviously, Ming Jingxin didn't want to have a Tang Zejiu supervise him all the time.

"Don't worry, I won't interfere with the two of you falling in love. I'm not the stubborn He Jiayong." Tang Zejiu smiled and picked up the coffee cup to drink coffee.

He Yiyi knew that everything else would be unnecessary, so she nodded and said, "Since that's the case, then go to the hotel first."

When Tang Xiaotang saw his father and He Yiyi appear together, he immediately became angry: "Old Tang, what do you mean? Tang is about to go bankrupt? Are you free and staring at me so tightly?"

Tang Zejiu smiled and said, "You are thinking too much, I'll come and find something to do with Yiyi."

"Oh." Tang Xiaotang felt relieved, but pointed at Tang Zejiu in an instant and said, "You are not allowed to interfere in our unspeakable affairs! We must speak with our strength this Fashion Week."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in fashion week either." Tang Zejiu waved his hand.

"That's good." Tang Xiaotang nodded with satisfaction, then thought about it, and pulled He Yiyi again, "Sister Yi is with me! You can't take up her time too much."

Tang Zejiu rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and said, "Tangtang, Yiyi is very busy and has a lot to deal with. You should learn to be alone."

"You let me stand alone?" Tang Xiaotang thought he had heard it wrong.

Tang Zejiu chuckled and said, "It's just a fashion week. If my eldest lady of Tang can't even handle such a small matter, where can I put my Tang Zejiu's face?"

"Old Tang, you finally look like a father. I love you!" Tang Zejiu pounced on him, hugged Tang Zejiu's neck and kissed him.

"I'm hungry, when can I have supper?" Tang Zejiu turned his head and asked Ming Jingxin.

"It's going to be done soon." Ming Jingxin took out his cell phone and called the hotel and restaurant, asking them to arrange dinner.

He Yiyi understood Tang Zejiu's intentions when it came to let Tang Xiaotang's belly be responsible for the fashion week.

The matter between her and Huo Bingchen is too deeply involved and she is in danger at all times. Tang Xiaotang is very dangerous when she is with her.

Like Tang Zejiu, He Yiyi didn't want Tang Xiaotang to be hurt by this.

So during dinner, she raised her glass and said, "Tangtang, Xiaoyue, I'll ask you two about Fashion Week. I really can't break up the time here, so I can't go."

"How can this work? We still want to take advantage of your momentum!" Tang Xiaotang immediately widened his eyes, "You are famous now and your value has doubled, but Zibuyu is your own brand at least!"

Qin Xiaoyue also echoed: "Yes, Mr. He, you said before that you will come to help us. I designed five sets of clothes according to your size, which is a series. Only your temperament can interpret the oriental beauty of clothes in place."

"But, I...I don't have the experience of going to the runway! And my height..." He Yiyi smiled self-deprecatingly, "This height is not up to standard."

Qin Xiaoyue had no choice but to spread her hands: "So, I said that it was a clothes designed according to your size. It wouldn't be appropriate to wear this set of clothes for other models."

"That's true." He Yiyi nodded and looked at Ming Jingxin again.

Ming Jingxin understood that Tang Zejiu was worried about his daughter's safety, but Fashion Week could not be separated from He Yiyi, so the two were in power. He could only say: "Actually, I think Miss Tang is still focusing on her studies at the moment."

"What are you doing? You want to rush me back? Let me tell you that I have already asked for leave from the college. My department chair also encouraged me to come to Fashion Week. Also, I am not a shareholder representing Zibuyu brand this time, I am here to go to the runway!"

Ming Jingxin smiled and said, "It turns out that Miss Tang is also going to enter the fashion circle, it's because I'm too much."

Tang Zejiu immediately understood what Ming Jingxin meant and said hurriedly: "Tangtang, you are attending the theater academy and you will take the powerful route in the future. As a big Qingyi, your main task is to cultivate good acting skills. If you enter the fashion circle too early, you will easily be labeled by others, which will limit your future development. Think about it carefully, is this the truth?"

Tang Xiaotang took a sip of juice and sneered: "I know you are afraid that it will be dangerous for Sister Yi to be with me. She is now the focus of the world. Those bad guys who have not yet fallen into the French Open are always staring at her and want her life. Do you think I will drag you down, right?"

"Tangtang, you're thinking too much." He Yiyi smiled and touched Tang Xiaotang's head, "Uncle Tang and my brother are worried about your safety."

Tang Xiaotang looked at the two men with a funny look: "What are you going to worry about? There are more than one security personnel inside and outside, right?"

"But our opponents are in the dark, danger is everywhere..."

"Oh! OK! Those who are timid and can't do anything. Don't they say evil will not suppress justice? Could it be that they will even turn the fashion week upside down?" Tang Xiaotang slapped the table with righteousness.

He Yiyi raised her eyebrows helplessly and handed over the decision to Tang Zejiu.

"Yiyi, I remember you said that the king and Hou of kk came here?"

"Yes, they are staying in this hotel, too. But they have something tonight. If Mr. Tang wants to see them, I can help you make an appointment for breakfast tomorrow."

Tang Zejiu asked again: "Can they go to Fashion Week?"

Wang Qingdong and Stella came here with half of their wealth to solve the problem with He Yiyi: "Of course, I'm going."

"That's good. Then let's go together." Tang Zejiu finally made a concession.

·

The next morning, Ning Fanxi brought everyone in the program team back to China.

He Yiyi, Ming Jingxin, Tang Zejiu and his group took a private plane to the Fashion Capital to attend the Fashion Week.

Before boarding the plane, He Jiayong called He Yiyi again to urge him to go back. When he learned that Tang Zejiu could not persuade He Yiyi to go back, he wanted to go to Fashion Week with her, he was so angry that he cursed: "The person surnamed Tang is a waste! I shouldn't have hoped that he can bring you back."

"Old He! How could you say that? I'm going back at the end of fashion week. You have to take good care of grandpa and grandma, and you can't let me worry about the affairs at home." He Yiyi didn't want to worry He Jiayong at this time, so she pretended to relax and mediate the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, He Jiayong was so angry that he didn't appreciate the affection at all and hung up the phone.

He Yiyi looked at her phone and smiled helplessly: "This old man is old and has a good temper."

"He is worried about you." Tang Zejiu brought a glass of juice to He Yiyi and said softly: "As soon as your affairs came out, he was crazy and called me at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night. He could call me with a bad temper, and he could call me on his own initiative. You can imagine how panicked he was."

He Yiyi felt her eyes a little astringent, so she covered her head and lowered her head and took a sip of juice, suppressing her emotions. Fang smiled and said, "He is usually a stubborn person. Is the literati? They have this kind of bad habit. Just don't bother with him."

"What you said... looks so much like your mother." Tang Zejiu smiled bitterly.

At this time, He Yiyi didn't want to discuss her mother's past with anyone, so she lowered her head and took a sip of juice and said, "Uncle Tang, I have to finish reading some of my documents. Can you rest for a while?"

"Okay, you're busy with yours. I'll be busy for a while." Tang Zejiu had more work to deal with than He Yiyi.

As a result, the comfortable seats of the private jet became the office chairs of the three presidents.

Tang Zejiu, Ming Jingxin and He Yiyi each had a stack of documents on their knees, reviewing and signing.

Tang Xiaotang said that He Yiyi is now the global focus, which is not an exaggeration at all.

When he arrived at the fashion capital, as soon as he got off the plane, He Yiyi was blocked by a group of media reporters at the exit of the airport.

These reporters spoke to He Yiyi in various languages, and the theme was around Huo Bingchen's case, and even returned Princess Elaine and Sheng's chaebol in the car. The reporters around the world were equally sharp, and the questions they asked were always directed to the point.

Ming Jingxin and Tang Zejiu both understood that the longer they stayed here, the more dangerous they became, so they asked the security personnel to directly protect He Yiyi in the middle, squeezed out a way among a group of reporters, and left the airport.

Wang Qingdong, who had arrived one step earlier, arranged a car to pick him up. Why should he contact these things long ago? He Yiyi didn't need to worry about it.

I originally thought everything was arranged seamlessly, but when He Yiyi was about to get on the bus, something suddenly came in through the crowd.

The black thing the size of a fist radiated with blue smoke and rolled to the bottom of the car.

"Distract!" Hebi shouted loudly, pulled He Yiyi over and fell to the side, and then protected her with his own body.

When everyone didn't realize what happened to fall to the ground, there was a loud "touch" and the blasting flames and thick smoke suddenly exploded.

"ah--"

“Ahhhh——”

The injured were wailing and rolling on the ground, and the outsiders, the uninjured, ran in all directions like headless flies.

"Yibao! Yibao! He Yiyi..." Ming Jingxin, who was originally dealing with media reporters, came out one step late. The explosion scared his three souls and seven spirits away. He paniced and pulled the people on the ground and shouted He Yiyi's name.

"Brother, I'm fine..." He Yiyi got up from under Hebi, and then Bala He Yiyi, "Hey, why bother! How are you?"

"Well... Boss, my legs..." Why did you move in pain and didn't get up?
To be continued...