Lan Jiaoshou quickly came to her senses: "Well, okay, I will hand this joint petition to the court."
Qin Qianluo was grateful and blamed himself: "Thank you for helping me after I treated you so much. Don't worry, although I am inside, I will take care of everything and let Lan Jiao pay the due price.
She, don't even think about living."
Lan Jiao clenched her hands, did she want her to die? Then let’s see who has a miserable end.
She pursed her lips slightly: "Well, Master Jiu is here to pick me up, I'm going out first."
These words are not showy or deliberate, but they are in sharp contrast to Qin Qianluo who is in prison.
After saying that, she turned around and walked out, leaving behind a lonely and miserable Qin Qianluo.
In the past, although she was not Bo Zhanye's favorite, she was still his right-hand man, successful and outstanding, and attracted everyone's attention.
Now, it has ended up like this...
All these evils cannot be separated from Lanjiao's culprit.
Qin Qianluo took a deep breath and looked at the secretary beside him: "We must let Lan Jiao die and don't let her cause trouble again."
"Yes, Mr. Qin, the public's voice is loud now, and she has to bear a few lives, so it is not difficult at all.
Don't worry, I will take care of it until you are released from prison."
The secretary solemnly promised and turned to leave.
Outside.
Lan Jiao had just stood for a minute when she saw the luxurious Maybach approaching and parked steadily on the side of the road.
She quickly adjusted her breathing and walked up: "Sorry, I didn't expect these things to happen today."
When Bo Zhanye got out of the car, the gentleman opened the door and stood in front of her elegantly and outstandingly:
"Sorry, it's useless. Hug me."
Lan Jiao's heart trembled: "..."
We have known each other for many years, and even if she took off her clothes and took the initiative, he would never touch her.
At this moment, when he was standing in front of her, so graceful, affectionate and noble, and said these words to her, how could she not be moved?
She raised her hand and leaned over gently to hug him.
She had waited too long for this day, and even if his warmth was for Lan Xixi, she didn't care.
However, just when Lan Jiao's body was about to touch her, Bo Zhanye's eyebrows suddenly twisted slightly:
"What does it smell like?"
Lan Jiao's face turned pale and she frowned: "Does it smell? I...maybe I was running around and was surrounded by a group of reporters before, so I caught the bad smell. I'll go back right away.
bath."
Bo Zhanye stared at her, always feeling something was wrong, but her excuse was reasonable:
"Don't deal with those things by yourself in the future. Get in the car and I'll take you to a place."
At this moment, Lan Jiao was already upset.
That perfume was specially made by her with a lot of money and extracted the scent of Lan XiXi!
Unexpectedly, Bo Zhanye could still smell it? How could she disguise herself?
At least, I don't dare to get closer now.
"Jiu, Master Jiu...can I not go?"
Her weak question made Bo Zhanye frown even more and he looked sideways at her: