Cold Husband, Don't Seduce Me

Chapter 8



From the moment Ye Shuo gave her this phone, this was the first time Jiang Jun called her.

Looking at the word "husband" on the phone, Gu Qingyou took a deep breath and answered the call, "Hello?"

"Ye Shuo will escort you out. You just need to be displeased and don't answer any of the reporters' questions." Jiang Jun's low voice came out from the phone.

"Huh?"

Gu Qingyou did not understand what Jiang Jun was saying, but just as she was about to ask, she suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from the crowd outside the coffee shop, causing her to not be able to hear clearly, at the same time An Yaru cried out: "Qing You, look at the door, there are a lot of reporters!"

She immediately looked toward the door.

Unknowingly, there were several reporters blocking the entrance of the coffee shop. They all picked up their cameras and took pictures of her inside.

Gu Qingyou did not understand the situation, and could not react in time. Fortunately, at this time, Ye Shuo wearing a black suit walked over to her.

"Madam, please follow me."

Ye Shuo respectfully said to her.

Gu Qingyou was already confused. She immediately grabbed her bag and followed Ye Shuo's footsteps, not forgetting to apologize to An Yaru before she left.

When Ye Shuo pushed open the coffee shop's door for her, Gu Qingyou suddenly remembered what Jiang Jun had told him and revealed a face full of displeasure.

The four bodyguards helped Gu Qingyou block the reporters, allowing Ye Shuo to follow by her side as a personal escort. Finally, Gu Qingyou smoothly got onto the black business vehicle.

She waited until she got on the MPV, and saw that the reporters were getting further and further away from her through the back window. Finally, Gu Qingyou sighed a breath of relief and asked Ye Shuo softly, "Did something happen? Why did so many reporters suddenly block the door of the coffee shop? They seem to have been asking about Shengyuan Group? "

Ye Shuo sat in the front passenger seat, replying respectfully, "Madam might not know this, but Boss Jiang has been busy buying Shengyuan Group, while the Ming Ting Cafe is one of the restaurants owned by Shengyuan Group's rival, the Huo Group. Madam, for you to suddenly appear in the Huo Family's area and drink coffee, this ca

ot help but make people think that the Boss Jiang is on good terms with the Huo Family, making people suspicious of the Boss Jiang's purchase of Shengyuan …"

Only then did Gu Qingyou suddenly remember that the news these few days were all about Jiang Jun wanting to buy Shengyuan Group.

She frowned, as she understood what Ye Shuo meant.

It seemed that because she had come to the coffee shop owned by the Huo Family to drink coffee, it might affect Jiang Jun's purchase of Shengyuan Group.

Ye Shuo took a glance at Gu Qingyou from the rearview mirror, and saw that her face was slightly pale. Ye Shuo hurriedly added, "Madam, you don't have to worry … The driver, Uncle Ying, suddenly saw so many reporters coming to the coffee shop, so he quickly informed Boss Jiang. "So this won't get any bigger."

Gu Qingyou bit his lower lip lightly, "Then how did the reporter know I was having coffee here?"

Ye Shuo replied, "Very unfortunate. It just so happens that a reporter was here drinking coffee today. Seeing that you were here, he thought it was important news, so he called his colleagues over. "

"Oh." Gu Qingyou slowly closed his eyes.

She was clumsy. Everyone knew that Ming Ting coffee was owned by the Huo Group, and on the TV, they also broadcast Jiang Shi's desire to buy Shengyuan everyday. As Jiang Jun's wife, she actually decided to meet her friends for coffee at this critical juncture. What did the people from the Shengyuan think of this?

Although she didn't do it on purpose, she did make a mistake.

If it was Xia Qingchen today, such a thing would definitely not have happened.

She had to learn to be smarter in the future!

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