Song Weize walked to Pei Xiaorou, who was leaning against the door of the production room with a panicked face, looked at her worriedly and distressedly, and then took her hand and took her upstairs, followed by Pei Minghui and Yang Anan. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After staying on the second floor, Bei Xiaorou came back to her senses, gently withdrew her hand, raised her eyes and showed a grateful smile at Song Weize, "Thank you, Brother Song!" ”

Mother of pearl, who was taking a nap, faintly heard the commotion coming from downstairs, just opened the door, and wanted to go down to see what was going on, but unexpectedly saw several people all standing in the living room, and asked what was going on in surprise.

It's a pity that several people are at a loss, especially Bei Xiaorou, who is still puzzled, and doesn't understand why those reporters interviewed her, and kept asking what Zhuo Sangongzi was.

Only Song Weize had a clear face, several people sat on the sofa, he took out the magazine he borrowed from the hospital and the nurse before, and handed it to Pei Xiaorou.

She was slightly stunned, lowered her eyes, and when she saw the photo on the cover, her eyes widened suddenly, and the whole person was stunned. Hurriedly took the magazine, she flipped to the inside page, and the more she looked at the contents, the whiter her face became, and her hands trembled slightly.

The whole two pages, from Zhuo Yuanhang to pick her up, to the shopping mall to choose gifts, to send her back at the end, are all clearly illuminated. Especially the photos of Zhuo Yuanhang helping her bring the necklace, the posture of the two is extremely intimate, and they really look like a couple.

And the content of the report rendered the relationship between the two as if there was really such a thing, and what surprised Pei Xiaorou the most was the revelation of Zhuo Yuanhang's identity.

She bit her lip tightly and was silent for a while, only her trembling hands leaking her emotions.

Pei Minghui took the magazine out of his sister's hand, flipped through it with his mother and Yang An'an, and after reading it in a hurry, he gritted his teeth and cursed: "What kind of messy thing is written, it's not at all, it's too much!" ”

The room was silent for a while, no one spoke again, the atmosphere was a little heavy, and everyone's eyes were unanimously on Bei Xiaorou, with worry in their eyes.

Bei Xiaorou raised her eyes to look at them, the panic in her eyes had subsided, although her face was still pale, her expression had calmed down a lot, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, if you talk about this kind of news, the heat will fade soon." ”

That being said, the reporters who had been guarding the downstairs trapped the movements of several people, and everyone did not dare to go out rashly, so they could only wait until late at night, thinking that the reporters would leave at that time.

When the night darkened, Song Weize and Yang Anan left at night, but they didn't expect that as soon as they walked out of the store, they were blocked by reporters who appeared out of nowhere. Fortunately, the reporter saw that he was not the party concerned, and left without much entanglement, Yang Anan hurriedly called to remind Bei Xiaorou not to go out.

Zhuo Yuanhang, who is another party, accidentally caught a cold last night and rested at home all day. It wasn't until I woke up at night, turned on my mobile phone, and received a call from my eldest brother that I learned about it, and my face suddenly grim.

Yesterday he vaguely felt that he was being followed, and he thought it was an illusion, but he didn't expect it to be a reporter.

Ignoring the repeated inquiries of the eldest brother on the other end of the phone, he immediately cut off the call and dialed Bei Xiaorou's phone with worried eyes.

As soon as she finished talking to Yang An'an on the phone, the mobile phone rang again, and when she saw that it was Zhuo Yuanhang's call, she pursed her lips, hesitated a little, and finally pressed the answer button.

On the other end, the man's anxious voice came clearly into her ears through the earpiece, and she could clearly feel his worry, "Are you okay?" Sorry, I just found out about this, don't worry, I'll take care of it as soon as possible. ”

Bei Xiaorou pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and briefly told him about today's scene and the situation of the reporter blocking the door of the store.

There was silence at the end, and then the man sounded again with a dull and clear noise, "I'll arrange a place to stay, you guys will stay there first, and then go back when things settle down." ”

Pei Xiaorou hurriedly shook her head and rejected his proposal.

"Xiaorou, don't refuse me, okay?" The tone sounded a little bitter and gloomy.

Although he couldn't see it, he could still hear some meaning from his suddenly low tone, Bei Xiaorou bit her lip, with some apology in her eyes, but she still stuck to her choice, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhuo, I really don't want to trouble you anymore." It's not early, you rest early, good night! ”

As he spoke, without waiting for Zhuo Yuanhang on the other end to reply, he hung up the phone first.

With a light breath, she lowered her head and looked at the screen in the dark in a daze, and after a long silence, her fingers moved slightly, rummaging for the number. Finally, his fingers stopped, bit his lip, and looked down at the familiar number above, his heart was sour, and his eyes were slightly red.

She had never encountered anything like this, and she was really uneasy, wishing that a man could be by her side. But he's been too busy lately for her to add to his burden.

Closing her eyes lightly, suppressing the loneliness and helplessness in her heart, she lay on her side on the bed, holding her mobile phone and slowly approaching her chest, as if she could get closer to the man.

And Zhuo Yuanhang, who was hung up over there, looked down at the smiling woman on the mobile phone screensaver, stretched out his fingers and stroked her cheeks, with a hint of bitterness, his eyes were gentle and sparkling.

After being silent for a long time, he raised his head and looked at the dark night outside the window, the tenderness in his eyes faded, replaced by a cold light, his brows were furrowed, and the anger of the man who had always been lazy was completely aroused.

Picking up the mobile phone and looking for a number, he said coldly: "Check something for me......"

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In the early hours of the morning, the man who had just finished the video conference reached out and rubbed the corners of his sore eyes, took a sip of the black coffee on the table, leaned on the back of the chair, exhaled lightly, and turned around to look at the starlight outside the big floor-to-ceiling window.

The five-day itinerary was compressed into three days, and he finally handled things properly. Thinking that he would be able to see the little woman when he returned to China tomorrow, his dark eyes couldn't help but soften, and his slightly tired eyebrows softened.

The mobile phone on the table rang, and he turned to look at the caller ID, hooked the corners of his lips, and pressed the answer button.

Over there, Ji Ming's rough and puzzled noise clearly came into his ears through the earpiece, "Why did the woman who went to save last time have an affair with another man?" Isn't she your woman?

Lei Ziqian's face suddenly turned cold, his eyebrows condensed, and he asked in a low voice, "What happened to her?" ”

After listening to what happened from Ji Ming's mouth, Lei Ziqian, who hung up the phone, had a calm face, and coldly instructed Assistant Yu on the side to book the nearest flight and return to China immediately.

Seeing the boss's cold face, Assistant Yu didn't dare to complain, and hurriedly took orders to do so.

The man who walked to the floor-to-ceiling window kept dialing Bei Xiaorou's phone, but unfortunately kept prompting to turn it off. He pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed, his dark eyes staring into the dark night, and his grim expression reflected in the window.