"Daughter, dad is fine, don't worry."

Just as Wen Mengxin was chatting, Wen Mengxin’s parents woke up.

"Dad, mom, how are you doing?" Wen Mengxin immediately stepped forward.

"It's okay, I just got angry yesterday and had high blood pressure."

Zhao Meilan said with a smile.

The couple looked at their daughter's beautiful eyes and were also worried.

"Mengxin, you and Mr. Yan will come home and have a rest. The aunt and Lao Zhao will come here later."

Wen's father urged Wen Mengxin to go back.

Wen Mengxin wanted to stay, but she happened to see the driver at home who came to bring breakfast.

She looked back at Yan Yechen.

"Okay, I'll go home after you finish your breakfast."

"Um."

Wen Mengxin doesn’t know how to explain it yet. She is a little tired, but Yan Yechen will probably be even more tired. He didn’t have a good rest yesterday, so he still has a special physique.

"We'll go back and wash up later."

"Okay." Yan Yechen nodded slightly.

...

Three hours later.

Wen Mengxin came out of her home. In order to avoid being photographed secretly, she asked to get off the bus on the side of the road. Just then, Sister Qiao contacted her and walked along the way.

She was carrying the breakfast she had at home in her hand, which was brought for Sister Qiao. She was embarrassed to get a free car, so she brought a delicious breakfast to Sister Qiao.

I was originally prepared for Qiao Qiao, but Qiao Qiao was injured and prepared for surgery and recovery. She happened to be good friends with the screenwriter Qiao Jie, and she became familiar with Qiao Jie.

Yan Yechen saw that she was calling seriously, and the green light came, so he started the car and drove forward slowly.

But as soon as he turned, he parked the car in a safe area and did not drive forward. For about ten minutes, Qiaojie drove her small scooter to pick up Wen Mengxin.

"Mengxin, didn't you get a taxi today?" Qiaojie took off her Bluetooth headset and looked at Wen Mengxin.

"Well, I saw it when I was in a friend's car before and was misunderstood. I thought it was not good.

I was a taxi, but after thinking about it, I felt it was a waste of money, so I decided to take advantage of Qiao Jie's co-pilot in the future. But it won't be in vain. I brought you the nutritious breakfast made at home, all of which were made at home." Wen Mengxin was carrying a small bag.

"It just so happens that I haven't had breakfast yet." Qiao Jie smiled and said.

"Okay, you live there. I can pick you up on the way from now on. Just bring me a breakfast. If it's too late, it doesn't matter. I'll go along anyway."

"Well, Qiao Qiao hasn't recovered yet, so I'll be troubled by Sister Qiao during this period." Wen Meng thought to herself.

I'm still a little cautious inside.

"It doesn't matter. Although you are reporting on your affairs online, it is normal for you to know those rich friends in your identity. I believe you are not the one who can cling to men for money." Qiao Jie said.

Such calm words surprised Wen Mengxin a little.

Sister Qiao actually understood her like this, and she was a little moved.

"Thank you, Sister Qiao, for understanding~" Wen Mengxin didn't know how to explain, but she knew that even if she didn't explain, Sister Qiao would understand her.

I wouldn't like paparazzi reporters, catching up on her private life and making random arrangements.

When Qiaojie was driving, she kept paying attention to a black Mercedes-Benz that followed the car.

She looked at it several times and gave in several times. Even though the other party was following her all the time, she was a little confused at first.

"Why did that car keep following us? It doesn't look like a mess?" Behind it was a luxury car worth millions, and her scooter was only tens of thousands.

No need, right?

"Ah? Let's take a look." Wen Mengxin looked through the rearview mirror.

I was shocked when I saw it.

Isn't this Yan Yechen's car...

This escort is too obvious...

Wen Meng felt guilty in her heart. Don’t you know if this person is a little detour!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wen Mengxin is a group of people who are calm on the surface and are very manic inside.

I am so worried that Qiao Jie is thinking too much.

Sister Qiao looked at Wen Mengxin's unpredictable appearance.

"Mengxin, what's wrong with you? Do you know the person behind you? Are you your friend?" She asked the other party several times without overtaking, but followed him far away.

"Why do I look at the car that looks like Mr. Su's friend?" Wen Mengxin said in surprise.

"It seems to be, that license plate." Qiao Jie looked at the license plate, and it was indeed an unusual license plate.

"What are you doing when you keep following us?" Qiao Jie was curious.

"Emm, maybe it's gone? Turn it slow." Wen Mengxin lied casually.

Wen Mengxin pretended to be calm and sat in the passenger seat, not caring much, but she didn't dare to look at Qiaojie.

She just got out of the president's car.

She is so guilty!

Qiaojie originally wanted to stop and ask, but Wen Mengxin said that going to work is still important.

Qiaojie gave up and drove the car to the crew.

As soon as the car stopped, Yan Yechen's car slowly drove into the garage and parked in the exclusive garage location.

"Sir, what's wrong with your car? Or what's wrong? I just saw that you were driving the lowest horsepower." Qiao Jie saw Yan Yechen get off the car and locked it, and then asked with concern.

"There's no oil." Yan Yechen replied indifferently.

The flawless handsome face looked cold and noble.

The suit is straight, slender and elegant.

He passed by Qiao Jie with long legs, and his crisp and charming figure passed by Qiao Jie directly, and then he caught a glimpse of Wen Mengxin who was slowly getting off the bus from the co-pilot.

“Good morning ~”

"Yeah." Yan Yechen replied.

The low and magnetic voice was clear and pleasant, especially the face, the calm clouds and winds, and the indifferent and alienated ascetic general.

He had never happened to anything, he was serious and had no flaws.

But Wen Meng was so guilty that she was written on her face. She kept blinking and pretended to be calm.

Yan Yechen walked over Qiaojie, then looked at Wen Mengxin, and suddenly smiled slightly with his tight thin lips.

The deep three-dimensional facial features smiled slightly and were doting with a smile.

That kind of beautiful manly color in the prosperous era is just the warm and cute little heart.

She was so shocked that her feet became soft, and fortunately she didn't fall down by holding on to the car door.

Oh my God!

Should this man be so flirting?

Yan Yechen's smile was like a flash in the pan. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his cold expression and walked towards the crew's conference room.

That cold and arrogant attitude is simply!

There is another way to face her in front of her.

This man!!!

But why do you find excuses the same excuses as she did!

Qiaojie watched Yan Yechen walk directly to the director's conference room, which was as cold as before, and kept people from thousands of miles away.

"Mengxin, let's go to work." Qiaojie just thought Yan Yechen was really out of energy, so she didn't take it seriously.

She said to Wen Mengxin, then looked at the beautiful little bag in her hand curiously: "Look at what's delicious, I just asked about a seemingly scent of bread and milk."

Sister Qiao sniffed it carefully and it turned out to be a breakfast bread with coconut milk.

When the mysterious president passed by, it seemed that he had the aroma of bread on his body.
Chapter completed!