Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Joe held the phone in his arms, waiting and waiting.

When the screen was about to go dark, she pressed it quickly for fear of missing it.

Wen Jia shook his head, "Damn it, it's all like this, and he still doesn't admit it."

It's been a long time, and there is no response at all.

The originally hopeful eyes slowly dimmed.

"Oh, what are you doing after a message? He's a boss, he's busy with something, so he can't talk about a meeting. My brother..." Wen Jia suddenly stopped.

Damn, I almost slipped my tongue.

She wanted to say that when she sent a message to her brother, it was likely that he would only remember her after being busy for three days, which was a common occurrence.

"Uh, I mean, he's a busy guy, and he might not even have his phone with him."

As soon as the words fell, the phone in Joe's hand vibrated violently.

She couldn't wait to open it, and saw the photo He Yunting sent her.

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey."

With an idiotic smile on his face, Qiao Yi enlarged the picture and looked at it inch by inch. He didn't let go of even a speck of dust on the picture!

Wen Jia silently turned his face away.

Why would a single dog like her agree to do this kind of career that eats dog food every day until she suffers from indigestion!

[You have to drink up, you can't just pat the cup without drinking the medicine. 】

He Yunting at the other end was handing the cup to He Er, asking him to pour it out, when he received a message from Qiao Yi.

The whole person froze instantly.

He Er naturally knew what his brother was doing.

Uncle Jiang had already told him everything.

"Brother, if you let me fall, aren't you afraid that I will inform you?"

He Yunting frowned.

He Er immediately shrank his neck.

"She's so smart, if she treats me kindly and powerfully, you know mine, she won't last long, when the time comes..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his elder brother pick up the cup with resentment on his face, and his neck was suffocated.

It was so hard that his facial features were deformed.

At this time, the high-level people below knew that their big boss was being forced to drink medicine.

So here comes the question: what kind of character can force the boss to drink medicine?

Please answer online.

After drinking the medicine, He Yunting dropped the cup casually, clicked a piece, and sent it to Qiao Yi.

The cup in the picture was randomly thrown on the table, without the beauty of the first photo at all. Qiao Yi covered his mouth and laughed, as if he saw He Yunting's distraught face through the cup.

[He: Reward! 】

Joe smiled, 【I will reward you when I go back. 】

Thinking of the scene of He Yunting begging for sweets with that loveless face, the corners of Qiao Yi's mouth couldn't help but rise again and again.

However, Qi Bo, who was sitting more than 10 meters away from her, was surrounded by a thick low air pressure.

"Hey, my little ancestor, why don't you eat some cherries or some strawberries, relax first, you'll be too nervous to act well, let's not think about acting, first Relax."

Qi Bo's manager was holding a fruit plate and chattering non-stop in front of Qi Bo's ear, which made Qi Bo anxious.

"Can you please be quiet for me, I'm so annoying!"

Yan Qi was called by Director Xie to give a lecture. At this time, except for Qiao Yi, the rest of the resting area were small supporting roles. Qi Bo suddenly yelled, and suddenly, the entire resting area was completely silent.

As soon as Qiao looked in his direction, he happened to meet Qi Bo's gaze.

The line of sight is gone.

Qiao raised her eyebrows, and blamed her for not being able to play.

What a child.

At this moment, three girls who looked like high school students rushed towards Qi Bo holding posters.

[Qi Bo Qi Bo, I've liked you since elementary school. I took the bus for a long time to come here just to see you. Please sign us, please. 】

The little fans surrounded Qi Bo and looked at him with admiration in their eyes. This is their idol they have been dreaming of, and they finally saw it alive.

It's Qi Boye, it's really Qi Boye.

Qi Bo, who was in a rage, couldn't empathize with his fans.

He frowned fiercely, stood up from the chair abruptly, with an indescribable irritability on his face.

Reaching out to grab the posters from the fans, the little fans couldn't tell that Qi Bo was in a bad mood, thinking he was going to sign them, they screamed and handed over the posters.

However, the moment he was about to touch the poster.

In the space ahead obliquely, a white hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed Qi Bo's wrist.