Ding Yiyi did not show her anger, but smiled at her and left immediately after claiming that she had something to do. She knew that being angry in public was absolutely harmful and useless.

Just when she was calming down, she felt someone was staring at her. She glanced at her a few times, and it seemed to be a man with long hair.

The middle-aged man tied his long hair back casually, and when he saw her looking at him, he actually walked over with a wine glass in his hand.

"Is it Yiyi? Do you still remember me? I am Director Dai." Director Dai looked at her confused look and wondered if he had recognized the wrong person. After all, he had heard from people in China when he was in Colombia for more than a year.

It is said that the wife of the Ye family was seriously burned in the fire and fell into a coma. What is going on?

Ding Yiyi knew that this was one of her friends before she lost her memory. She didn't find him annoying. Instead, she felt his concern for her from his calm and gentle eyes, so she gave a rough explanation of her amnesia.

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"It's fate. As long as you're fine, we're not afraid of amnesia. It's a fresh start anyway. So who is the person who was burned on your behalf? Are you awake?" asked Director Dai.

Aoxue's expression when she left suddenly appeared in Ding Yiyi's mind. She shook her head, "It's just that the people who accidentally ran in and were trapped inside haven't woken up yet."

"Director Dai!" Someone not far away kept calling Director Dai, with a look of difficulty making a decision on his face. He finally made up his mind and asked the waiter for paper and pen, and wrote a series of numbers on it, "This is my

Let's catch up on old times when we have time." He looked at her with serious eyes, "This is not just a small talk, I am really inviting you to catch up on old times seriously."

Ding Yiyi accepted it with a smile, "Although I don't remember what happened before, I will definitely look for you again."

After hearing this, Director Dai happily walked towards the crowd who had been calling him, and soon he could be heard talking about the montage-style shooting technique in the movie.

Outside the door, Ding Yiyi had already sat in the car. She took out her mobile phone and said, "Hey, is this the Oriental Times? I have a piece of news here. I don't know if you are interested."

The next day, early in the morning, there was a very eye-catching piece of news. The newly appointed boss proposed to marry Miss Ye's daughter, which might make a big difference in his career.

In the office, Boss Zhang's personal secretary pushed open the door and saw that the other party was talking on the phone. He looked very angry. He slapped the table and cursed at other times. He didn't dare to annoy him, so he simply closed the door and left.

"Did you say something wrong yesterday? In the past, those things could be said to be jokes, and it was okay to say it occasionally. Aren't you clearly declaring to others that I have great ambitions?" He heard the cry on the other end of the phone.

, tried his best to soften his tone, "I have just taken office not long ago. I know you are doing it for my own good, but you really can't do this in this matter."

Mrs. Zhang cried and cried: "I really don't know what's going on. How could I say these things without any reason?"

"Okay, I understand." Boss Zhang didn't want to say more, so he simply said a few words of comfort and hung up the phone.

At the same time, Ding Yiyi sat in the living room and read the newspaper carefully. Although this was just a trivial piece of news, even occupying only a small page, she knew that people's words can be feared, especially those of high-ranking political officials, even if

Just the slightest disturbance can arouse their high sensitivity.

Sure enough, when Boss Zhang attended an inspection in the afternoon, he intentionally or unintentionally mentioned that with the advancement of information, there are more and more true and false rumors, and many of the gossips chatted at that time have been amplified, etc.

Since it was a live broadcast, Ding Yiyi saw all this clearly. She put down the remote control, knowing that Mr. Zhang and his family would never dare to spend money on this matter again.

She felt neither happy nor smug in her heart. On the contrary, she was worried that if Ye Nianmo knew that she had done this, he would look at her differently from now on. After all, she had always been incompetent in his eyes.
Chapter completed!