After a meal, almost everyone in the villa is paying attention to "Xihe".

Only Qin Xin lowered her eyes and played with her cell phone.

Although she asked Rhodiola to find the special mark through the black market channel, she was still worried and invaded the imperial national database to search.

In the official database, no records were left behind that broken wing mark.

Did she misread the details at the time?

That's not a wing, it's something else?

She was walking in a hurry just now, so she didn't have time to go to Azhou to check out Charlie's vehicle again, otherwise it would be clearer if she took a photo directly.

Just as he was upset, Zhou Yu called again.

Zhou Yu's voice was a little small, afraid that she would be angry: "Master, there is a reporter who wants it..."

Qin Xin looked cold: "I said that I would not accept any interviews. I don't understand these rules?"

Zhou Yu quickly explained in a cold sweat: "No, Master, this is not an ordinary reporter. This is the chief reporter of the Presidential Office's Information Office. She is not an interview. She said that she is representing the president to understand some situations. After all, you are bringing glory to the country... She said it sincerely. I was unable to make up for the moment, so I came to ask you..."

Qin Xin interrupted him coldly: "Tell her that you are not available."

Zhou Yu quickly promised: "I understand, Master, I just ignore whoever's phone call in the future."

Seeing Qin Xin being harassed by reporters, Nalan Yejue's face also darkened, and he frowned and asked Lu Yi: "Didn't you tell me not to disturb her?"

Lu Yi was embarrassed: "The newspapers and media have all greeted each other, and they dare not act rashly. But I really didn't expect that the people from the Presidential Office's News Office would get involved..."

Nalan Yejue said coldly: "No matter who he is. Even if the president calls in person, it will not be allowed."

Lu Yi's breathing stagnated: "Yes!"

The Emperor's protection of Miss Qin was so meticulous.

Over there, Qin Xin was very upset when he answered the harassing call.

She pivoted the broken hair in front of her forehead with a little annoyed, and didn't want to drink tea anymore, so she stood up from the dining table: "Lend me a car to use it."

Qin Xiaoshuang asked in surprise: "Sister, do you know how to drive?"

Nalan Yejue asked nothing, and handed her the car keys directly: "If you need a driver, let Lu Yi go with you."

Qin Xin shook her head: "Thank you. No need."

Lu Yi's eyes lit up and then disappeared.

Ang, I was disliked by Miss Qin.

But then I thought about it, if I really used the skill of driving the vegetable, if I were to be a driver for Miss Qin, I would probably be disliked even more miserable.

Qin Xin drove back to the stadium.

It was getting late, the gate to the arena was locked, and only two gatekeepers were playing cards.

Qin Xin got out of the car and politely said to the two of them: "Please open the door, my things are on the racing car."

The two gatekeepers didn't raise their heads, and continued to play cards:

"Who are you? Why should you open the door?"

"Do you think you are Xihe. Even if it is Xihe, we have to let her run two laps to see us before opening the door."

"Hehe, that's right, that's right, that Xihe is so beautiful and exciting. You said that such a beautiful woman came out to race, what's her husband's idea at home?"

"What's the idea? A woman can do it, my husband will just have a soft meal at home hahaha..."

Seeing that the two gatekeepers not only held chicken feathers as command arrows, but did not open the door, they were also very frivolous towards Xihe.

Qin Xin's eyes turned cold, and she was too lazy to talk nonsense, so she raised her arm directly.

As if he was slamming the table with anger, his palm slashed at the heads of the two men!

If they were to take this palm, they would probably never have the chance to discuss Xihe so frivolously.

Just when Qin Xin's palm was about to fall.

Slam.

A big hand held her arm firmly.

Then, a male voice rang out faintly: "Little Madam, don't do anything for such a person. Your hands are very precious, and they are not worthy."

The warmth of a man's palm is warm.
Chapter completed!