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One thousand seven hundred and eighty-eight(2/2)

Therefore, Feng Yi spent three hours to organize a detailed introduction, without any sensational elements, just recording the data about Qin Mo’s day.

After doing this, he began to contact the media.

There is no rest time in between.

Until he drove to the apartment where Xiao Heitao and theirs were to pick up Xue Yaoyao.

Fan Jia only knew that his opportunity had come.

That's right, she has been staring at Feng Yi's actions since yesterday, in order to find where that person is now.

She has analyzed it.

On the afternoon of the day she got off the plane, all members of the Imperial League left the club, but they didn't know where they went.

The Asian Game is coming soon.

They can't play at this time.

Or collectively dispatch.

Unless you meet someone who is very important.

That can only be Qin Mo.

Unfortunately, she missed the opportunity to follow her for the first time.

Since she missed the last opportunity, she has been staring at Feng Yi.

But this person is really too smart.

She was so smart that she was almost discovered twice.

Fortunately, he was so busy during this period, and the things she created made him no longer as indestructible as before.

She has been following him for so long, but today she finally found such a small loophole.

Fan Jia stood under the building, curled his lips, looked at the rising floor of the elevator, and then remembered the number, his eyes sank and hid again.

No matter what she wants to do, she must not let anyone see her, at least it is not suitable now.

Fan Jia pressed down on her hat brim, then smiled, and finally found her, and was about to take the person back to her. She couldn't be like this. IGN

She should first change out of her clothes that had already started to smell and put on makeup. It was still very early to dark anyway.

She has time.

In Fan Jia's mind, he didn't think there was anything wrong with destroying Qin Mo's game.

Such people should do something bigger.

What she does is because she likes him.

He wouldn't blame her.

But Fan Jia never thought about how to talk about the most important thing about destroying others?

Upstairs, Feng Yi saw the people who were still rubbing his eyes, raised his lips and smiled: "Why do you get up so early?"

"I just slept." After saying this, Rao Rong was afraid that he would be burdened, so he added: "We played cards until four o'clock. The two people on the second floor probably couldn't wake up, and Lin Feng was so sleeping that he even kicked the pillow to the ground."

Feng Yi raised his eyes and looked at the clock: "The results will not come out in the afternoon if you care about things. I will take Yaoyao away first and have an interview."

"Yes." Rao Rong opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only laughed out two words: "Come on."

Feng Yi hooked his suit jacket with one hand: "Yes."

It was just to pick people up from Feng Yi.

I know how important this interview is.

Everyone seems to know it.

The Emperor Alliance was really suppressed to the lowest end.

If there are supportive voices on the Internet, there are opposition voices.

But at this time, if one more voice supports them, they can win a bigger situation.

The organizing committee made a decision in the afternoon.

Feng Yi used so many years of relationships to exchange for a remark that he would not mess up anything with them, and only let them say what they wanted to say on the last day before the game.

This is too difficult.

The longer you stay in this circle, the more you understand what that means.

Xue Yaoyao is different today. She has always put on makeup without makeup and even cut her hair with one knife, leaving only the position on her shoulders.

She was wearing the uniform Bo Jiu gave her that day, and even on it, there were the two words "Nine Palace" she wrote and the bright support sign.

She seemed to tell everyone like this.

The Imperial Alliance has not collapsed yet!

After Feng Yi saw Xue Yaoyao, he paused first, then reached out and touched her head: "Good boy."

The clock pointed to 8 o'clock. Grandpa, who had always been etiquette, did not leave these two people for breakfast because he knew that they had more important things to do.

It's 9:30 in the morning.

The interview room of a certain platform was ready. After asking Xue Yaoyao to sit down, she spoke: "I've seen your solo, it's very exciting."

"Thank you." Xue Yaoyao knew that the host would be polite first when coming up.

The interviewer smiled: "Can you tell me why you have come to this day because of? Your growth surprised many people."

"One of the reason is because I like it, and two of the reason is because I have my teammates here." Xue Yaoyao was still a little unwilling to let go: "They helped me a lot."

After hearing this, the interviewer changed his mind and fell on the most controversial topic today: "Recently, the Emperor League has attracted a lot of topics on the Internet, but this time it is different from the last time. The last time it was your deputy team, Spades, and this time it is your captain Qin Mo. Isn't he feeling a little complicated?"

After hearing the name, Xue Yaoyao raised her face and looked straight into the camera: "It's really complicated. Whether it's the deputy team or the captain, if it weren't for these two people, the Emperor League wouldn't have reached this point. I have read a lot of posts and knew that some people wanted to let these two people leave. I don't mention competition. I just want to say that there is such a person who was injured and led the Emperor League to break through the siege and played one amazing game after another. There is also a person who can resurrect the Emperor League by her own strength. Isn't these worth keeping them? A long time ago, Senior Lin Feng said, "Nothing is like those who are the most difficult for you, thinking that you can't get out, and you are still with you."
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