Qiao Yisen asked his assistant to arrange an chumeng to go to the VIP room for a rest. He heard that the reporter in front of the door had not dispersed yet, and some people misinterpreted Qiao Yisen's violence against the reporter in the morning.

This time, it's a big deal, and the development of the situation is completely out of control. It's like someone is maliciously slandering.

"Mr. Qiao, how do you deal with the reporters outside? It's not gone yet. " The assistant took a furtive look at joyson and asked.

Having been around joyson for a long time, Trent's ability to see what he says and what he does is needless to say. He can see that joyson is in a bad mood.

"Has this never happened before? You can't handle it or what? " Joyson replied impatiently, implying that "this little thing can't be done well.".

"OK, I see." The assistant replied awkwardly and went out.

The momentum of outside reporters is more and more prosperous, not only does not mean to disperse, but also more and more, some unknown tabloid reporters all came, this scene is unprecedented spectacular.

The assistant was helpless. After consulting with the public relations department, he had to follow the example of the past. The security guard couldn't help it, so he asked the local police station to maintain law and order.

I didn't expect that the police station didn't control the situation, and even caused a lot of resistance. Many newspapers are reporting that Joe is rich and powerful, violent suppression of freedom of speech, in short, the situation is more out of control, bad public opinion gradually spread, spread in front of the Qiao Ben group, slowly enveloping the city.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm sorry. I didn't handle it well. This time, it was totally beyond expectation. Now all the public opinions are accusing Qiao of accusing you, which is very bad for us. " The assistant stood opposite Qiao Yisen and pleaded guilty.

Joyson's face was taut, but he could not see any change at all. He held a cigarette between the tips of his long fingers. From time to time, he took two puffs in the entrance, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

His whole face was drowned in the smoke of his own vomit, with a distant and desolate feeling.

"You go out." It took a long time for joyson to reply.

The assistant was confused, didn't know what he meant, and didn't give clear instructions on how to deal with the matter.

"Mr. Qiao, then..." Before the assistant finished, he was interrupted by joyson: "I see. You go out first."

Said joyson, choking out the cigarette end, showing impatience and impatience. The assistant said nothing more and left his office carefully.

Song Zhouhong's meal at Ruan Xiaoxi's home was also very uncomfortable. Seeing Ruan Diandian and song Xuan talking and laughing, Ruan Xiaoxi would naturally bring food to his son, but when he looked at him, he was embarrassed.

At the end of the day, song Zhouhong received a phone call. He didn't know whether there was something really wrong or he didn't want to continue to be embarrassed, so he left with an excuse.

As soon as song Zhouhong left, the biggest change was Ruan Diandian. He immediately calmed down and carefully looked at Ruan Xiaoxi's face.

There was that outsider just now. He deliberately fought and made trouble during the dinner, brushing his sense of existence.

"I'm ready. I want to take a nap. Take your time." Ruan Xiaoxi stood up and went to the bedroom.

After a meal, she almost did not eat much, either to this and that clip vegetables, or a grain of rice to his mouth.

"Mom." Ruan Diandian cried softly behind.

However, Ruan Xiaoxi did not stop and did not look back, but walked into his room more quickly.

If she looked back, everyone would see her red eyes, but also endure for a long time, and finally did not hold back the tears.