Ying Qiao is really a very strange woman, this is another feeling Duane has.

Logically speaking, what happened just now happened. Now facing Du An, it was probably because of crying. It was a normal reaction, at least it had to be the pear blossoms and rain.

But it shouldn't be the case.

After Duan's greetings came out, he heard Ying Qiao say "Thank you" to him softly, then he slowly stood up with his stomach, walked to the car she jumped out of, looked at it on the ground, then slowly bent down, picked up a black female bag not far from the car, and finally walked slowly towards Duan. While walking, he opened the bag and searched inside, probably to see if anything had fallen.

Duane saw that during the whole process, except for the pain that she frowned from time to time, her face was relatively calm at other times, and there was no trace of crying.

What a weird thing.

When Yingjue walked in front of her, Duan saw that she finally took her eyes back from her bag and pulled her bag up.

Duane asked, “Are you missing something?”

Ying Qiao shook her head and said, "No." Then Duane asked a question he had been asking, "Who is he? What's going on with you?"

"I don't know him..."

As Ying Qiao told her, Du An slowly understood the whole story: Ying Qiao came to Beijin recently because of her work, but something seemed to have happened. The work was not going well and she ran outside every day. Today, she was also traveling outside for a day, and when she was planning to take the bus back as usual, she received a call, calling her over, which was related to work.

Yingcai didn't dare to neglect, but the bus didn't come and the taxi was not seen. There was no way. She was afraid that she would waste time and had to take a black car over. But unexpectedly, while driving, she found that the driver was driving in the direction, and the more she drove, it was getting more and more. It was not the place she was going.

She asked to get off the car many times, but the driver kept delaying and even stopped, she realized that something was wrong. She simply jumped off the car, and Duane saw everything that happened next.

“…it’s basically what it is,”

When Du An heard this, he couldn't help but sigh: This is still under the feet of the emperor. There is such a thing. The driver of the black car obviously wants to rob, and maybe even want to rob him. Fortunately, he encountered it today, otherwise he might have to be dragged away.

After Ying Qiao finished speaking, hesitated and asked, "Can you lend me your phone to use? I just looked at it. Maybe I pressed it when I jumped down just now. There was something wrong with my phone, so I couldn't use it."

Du An put away his sigh just now and looked at her with interest: He met Ying Qiao since he was driving school. This is the first time he saw a look of embarrassment in this woman's eyes.

She seems to dislike trouble others very much.

"sure,"

Duan said, taking out his cell phone from his pocket and handing it over. Then he saw Ying Qiao taking the cell phone, took out a piece of paper from his bag and dialed it according to the number on it.

While she was waiting for the phone to be connected, Duane asked, "You have just recorded the number? Isn't it better to just keep it in the address book now?"

Ying Qiao replied: "My phone has some problems and often goes wrong. If something else is fine, it will be a big deal. If something urgent happens, it will be really bad. So I have the habit of temporarily recording such important numbers."

Du An still remembers that Ying Qiao was so cold when she was in the driving school. After so long they were studying together, the two of them might not have said much as they had said just now, but she talked a lot today, so she should be grateful to herself for saving her. She was embarrassed to say it, so she had to express it by speaking more.

The two of them were talking here, and the man over there kept humming on the ground, but he just couldn't get up. Maybe Du An had really taken action a little harder just now, and amid the man's humming, Ying Qiao's phone call was also answered.

"Director Fang... Sorry, something happened to me. Give me some more time... Don't go there?...Okay..."

After seeing Ying Qiao hanging up the phone, Du An stared at the phone screen for a while before looking up, returning the phone to herself, and then stuffed the note with the phone number back into her bag.

"It's related to the past work of the guide" is still this time...

Duane has been in this industry for two years, and he still knows something, and he can easily hear the truth here.

"You're calling you to have a meal?"

Ying Qiao said "um", and then Du An became more interested and stared at Ying Qiao and looked at him: As soon as the memory door was opened, it could not be stopped, and everything poured out, so he also clearly remembered that Ying Qiao seemed to have encountered someone organizing a dinner at the driving school, but that time she pushed it neatly. Why did she do this? In just a few months, it changed so much to a person?

"Which director Fang...is it?"

Ying Qiao didn't even look at Du An, and replied without raising his head, "Fang Jinyang."

Du An frowned and thought for a long time before he remembered who this person was: a TV drama director, a little bit famous.

The two of them were talking nonsense, and people gradually walked out from the side. Seeing something seemed to be happening here, they slowly surrounded each other, looking at each other and discussing each other.

"Hey, what's going on? It's a fight. Why did it start?"...

One, two, three, four, after dinner, more and more people appeared around.

Maybe it was the man's miserable appearance that made these people a little taboo. No one of these residents dared to come up and watched the fun. So Du An didn't bother to inquire about Ying Qiao's dinner. He lowered his head and reached out to pull Ying Qiao and was about to get in the car.

"Let's go."

Although he should be a victim in this matter, he is a brave man, and his identity is OK and strong, he is a public figure after all, so it is better not to be related to this kind of thing. Otherwise, even if you are white, there will be media writing you as black.

It’s better to cause less trouble.

But he didn't want to cause trouble, but he came to the door by himself.

As Ula's voice went from far to near, a police car appeared on the other end.

He couldn't even get out of here.

Who called the police? From the time someone appeared around him to the police, the time between them was too short, and it was impossible for the people around him to report to the police.

Thinking of this, Du An looked at the man he had been humming before, and saw him slowly crawling up, his nose was bruised and swollen, and several blood marks hung on his face. He looked very embarrassed, but his eyes were unruly and very proud.

"You were having fun just now? You will suffer later!"

When he shouted, he touched the pain again, and immediately grinned his teeth while holding his chin and sucked in a cold air.

Depending on the situation, it was really the one who called the police.

Duane looked at him and felt a little ridiculous: Could it be that he still wanted to make a comeback?

Du An was thinking, and suddenly a white light flashed. He subconsciously frowned and looked at the source of the light: among the onlookers, a young man was taking a photo with a camera on the side.

Someone next to him asked him, "Xiao Liu, what are you taking pictures?"

Duane felt a little relieved when he heard this: he thought it was a paparazzi, and he was thinking that the paparazzi were so powerful. It turned out that they were just ordinary neighbors, and their situation would be much better.

However, the people of Beijin are really rich. Any neighbors have cameras, and the equipment is quite professional when looking at them.

The young man named Xiaoliu replied while filming: "This is Duane. He just won the Huabiao Award for Best Director yesterday, and he is also the youngest Best Director so far, but he is a famous director!"
Chapter completed!