Chapter 32: 032: The Horror of the Journalist

"Auntie, don't listen to the blind reports on TV, it's all untrue." Chu Yao Road.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, the important thing at the moment is that you hide first, just now I brought you Uncle Zhang's food, there are many reporters on the construction site, interviewing and asking about you everywhere, and there are also many people at the mouth of our alley who inquire about your residence again, I'm afraid it will be found in a while."

Chu Yao was surprised, she didn't expect things to be so big, and she panicked.

"Let's go, you go to my house to avoid it first, it would be terrible if it was blocked." Aunt Zhang urged.

Chu Yao reacted, turned around and called the two children, she knew very well how terrible the reporter was, she was blocked and it was nothing, if the child was affected because of this, it would be troublesome.

Chu Zhichen obediently put away the homework book and took his mother's hand: "Mom, don't worry, someone shoots because her mother is beautiful, and if it's ugly, they don't chase after it." ”

"It's just that my mother is the most beautiful in the world, even more beautiful than a big star." Chu Qihan jumped and cheered.

Chu Yao laughed when she heard this, raised her hand and tapped at his little head, looking at the two little faces like jade, she was not so panicked in her heart just now.

Simply packed up their things, locked the door, and the three of them hurried to Aunt Zhang's house.

They walked on the front foot, and the reporters arrived on the back foot, and the black crowd crowded in front of Chu Yao's house, many people leaned on the window to look in, and some began to knock on the door of their neighbors to inquire about the situation.

The door of Aunt Zhang's house was quietly knocked, and Chu Yao felt for the first time that the reporter was so terrifying, it was comparable to a devil entering the village.

"Knock knock, knock what, knock me again." Uncle Zhang came back from the construction site and shouted with a black face.

"Uncle, you and Miss Chu are neighbors, may I ask how Miss Chu met the fourth prince of Ying, some people on the Internet say that she is a mute, life is difficult and she has children, are these ......?"

"What do you care about other people's affairs, blocking people's doors like this, and you can support your food, you are all disturbing the people, and if you don't leave, I really called the police." Uncle Zhang said and picked up the phone.

The reporters saw that Uncle Zhang was not easy to provoke, and he hummed a few words, so he was much more honest and didn't dare to knock on his door anymore.

Chu Yao's identity was exposed, and the most disgusting thing was the Shen family, a dumb person who picked up waste that day, the light of the banquet that day was dazzling compared to the Shen family's genuine eldest lady.

What made Master Shen even more unclear was whether he was a mute or a mute who had given birth to two children, how could He De arouse the protection of Young Master Nangong, things seemed to be more chaotic than he imagined, making him confused.

Riverside villas.

There are various versions of the report, and everyone at the Shen family's banquet falls into the shots, but there is not a trace of Nangong Yan Chi on the news page, and there is not even a trace of the two backs.

Nangong Yan Chi sat on a chair, his handsome face with golden eyes, and today's newspaper in his hand.

He has always felt that the Shen family is unbearable, and he doesn't want to deal with some things quite simply, he is worthy of being a fox who has been messing around for decades, cunning.

"Young master, the information you want." Shao Hui came in and handed over the information bag in his hand.

Nangong Yan Chi put down the newspaper and took the bag, which contained all the materials of Chu Yao.

The information said that Grandpa Chu had two children, as well as Chu Yao's daily life, because it was too simple, which made Nangong Yan Chi frown.

"Ah Hui, is it that the past two years have been too comfortable, which has reduced your ability to do things." He tossed the document back on the table.