No, no!

He retreated back in panic, and Qin Jingyi's eyes accidentally flew over the photo of the girl on the table, and staggered to escape.

No matter what, Mr. Qin was always his father, and his enemy was always Yan Xiaye.

Even if his father was determined to hand over the Qin family, as the young master at home, he had accumulated a lot of connections over the years, how could he let Yan Xiaye succeed easily?

Based on the current situation, after Yan Xiaye returned to Jianghai, he did not return to the Qin family as soon as possible, but instead dealt with the boring reporters first, which was enough to prove that she had included him in the scope of suspicion, but he did not.

Maybe wait for death!

Xingse hurriedly left the study room, and Qin Jingyi ordered the servants nearby: "What are you doing here slowly? Yan Xiaye returned to Jianghai not long ago and will return to this home soon. You can give it to me.

Prepare according to the treatment of welcomeing VIPs.”

The servants looked at each other, unable to understand why Qin Jingyi suddenly changed his temperament, and hesitated: "Yes, the eldest master."

"Also, let the driver prepare the car. I will go and welcome Yan Xiaye back in person."

Leaving this last command, Qin Jing quickly returned to the room.

More than ten minutes later, he appeared in front of the servant again, his smoky gray suit outlined Qin Jing's straight figure, with a perfect smile on the corner of his lips. His gentle and elegant style was very different from the past, as if he suddenly fell to his head.

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This image surprised the servants who were watching them even more. They all lowered their heads and avoided Qin Jingyi's gaze, and each had its own division of labor to set up a deserted mansion.

Capturing a stunning color from the eyes of several ignorant maids, Qin Jingyi sneered proudly, left the Qin family without looking back, and got into the car to the hotel.

Since Yan Xiaye tried his best to make use of the media, he had to use the tricks.

Although it is disgusting to perform a show of brothers and sisters in Yan Xiaye, extraordinary methods must be used in extraordinary times. Only by making those reporters believe it can they block the rivers and seas, so as not to doubt Yan Xiaye's disappearance

What does it have to do with him?

...

An hour later, in the lobby on the first floor of the Ritz Hotel.

The reporters who lined up to ask questions all got the information they wanted and whispered softly.

The secrets in the wealthy houses are often the most popular topic. In addition, Yan Xiaye's answers are spoken by everyone. Every reporter has drawn up several versions of the heir battle in his heart, waiting happily to borrow.

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"So, Miss Yan, some people say that you have a close relationship with Li Yuntang and Li Er Master. During your disappearance, Li Er Master did not publicly appear in any social occasions, and his assistant around him turned down charity several times.

Party, do you know what's going on?"

Holding the microphone high towards Yan Xia Ye, the reporters of Gossip Weekly can always collect information that others cannot collect.

At the focus of everyone's eyes, Yan Xiaye's every move was impeccable, and his voice was soft and confused: "Sorry, I can't answer this, because I just knew about it."

"Really? Even though you said that, we still think it's too coincidental."

"It's just a chance. Everyone knows that Christmas is coming, and this season is easy to get sick. Please pay attention to your health."

As she said that, Yan Xiaye raised her hand and put the broken hair in her ears, and said lightly without any haste: "Do you have anything else you want to ask?"

The interview lasted for an hour and a half. The reporters asked almost the same questions prepared in advance, waiting for others to speak in a glance. The hall was silent for a while.

Seeing that her plan was implemented smoothly, Yan Xiaye picked up the microphone at hand and was about to announce the interview that it ended when he heard a slight laughter from outside the door: "Sister, although you are my dad's private life.

I gave birth to a daughter, but I didn’t know how to go home and take a look first. I really don’t take my elder brother seriously.”

Qin Jingyi?

Yan Xiaye frowned and looked at the men who were surrounded by bodyguards with a deep look.

If she had only suspected that Qin Jingyi was suspected of hiring a murderer, then now it can almost be regarded as certain.

After all, given how disgusting Qin Jingyi hates her, how could she want her to die outside, so how could she bring someone to pick her up? She even considers herself as the "big brother"?

However, in front of so many reporters, Yan Xiaye could not directly refute Qin Jingyi's behavior, so he had to pretend to be flattered and open his eyes widened, and Qiqi Aiai whispered: "Why are you here... It's my father who asked you to do that!

Come and pick me up?"

"I'm sorry, my father is worried about your whereabouts day and night during this period. His body is getting worse and worse. Now he can't leave the bedroom easily. He needs someone to take care of him for twenty-four hours."

He gave Yan Xiaye a big hat of unfiliality. Qin Jing shook his head and sighed with pain: "Yan Xiaye, I know that as you are, you will feel uncomfortable staying at home, and my father has always wanted to make up for it as much as possible.

You, but you can't be too greedy. You are just a girl. How can you take on the position of the heir to the Qin family?"

This meaningful statement quickly aroused enthusiastic response from the reporters. Everyone rushed to surrounded Qin Jing, and the microphone was handed to him in front of him.

"What do you mean by this? Did Miss Yan run away from home intentionally because of her heir?"

"Or she wanted to be the heir but failed to get her father's approval?"

"Mr. Qin, what do you think about this? Did your sister's behavior disappoint you?"

Listening to these sharp and mean inquiries, Qin Jingyi sighed with a seemingly sentimental sigh, raised his eyes in the crowd, and met Yan Xiaye's restless gaze from the air.

There was a trace of resentment hidden in his eyes, and he spoke with a silence: "Dear journalists, no matter what Yan Xiaye did, he is always a part of our Qin family. My brother is two years older than her.

It’s not true to me that my sister is not right, so please don’t ask again.”

Sometimes, the desire to speak but stops itself represents an answer, not to mention that Qin Jingyi added such a long passage to such a spy.

It was like a shark smelling blood. The reporters' eyes were still lit, holding their own microphones, still wanting to collect more explosive information.

Faced with such a declaration of war, Yan Xiaye felt nervous and reacted as quickly as possible.
Chapter completed!