The reporter secretly photographed Jiang Yuezhe fully armed, approaching the building where Zhuang Yiman lived with his face covered, and walked out of the building at five o'clock in the morning when the sky was still a little dark.

These photos seem to confirm the scandal between the two.

Zhuang Yiman's Weibo and Jinye's studio's Weibo were almost drowned out by the abuse of Jiang Yuezhe's fans.

As soon as Zhuang Yiman turned on his mobile phone, he was bombarded with missed calls and text messages.

She hurriedly turned her phone into airplane mode before it stopped.

She briefly looked at the bunch of text messages she had just received, some gossiping and some concerned about her.

Zhuang Yiman looked at it, these people who texted and called her had relatives, friends and colleagues, but there was no Xiao Jinxuan.

In fact, she had been waiting for Xiao Jinxuan to come last night, but she had not waited for him.

Since the incident, he has also been unusual, and did not immediately speak out to protect Zhuang Yiman, but rarely maintained a silent attitude.

His purpose, Zhuang Yiman had vaguely guessed, and it was because of this that Zhuang Yiman was a little depressed, feeling that this man was really hateful.

Zhuang Yiman irritably threw the phone aside and lifted the quilt.

Before she could go into the bathroom to wash up, there was a rush of doorbells in her ears.

She paused at her feet, turned to leave the room, went to the door, and saw through the monitor the graceful and elegant woman standing outside the door.

This woman is Xiao Jinxuan's eldest aunt, Xu Jingya.

Zhuang Yiman pinched his eyebrows helplessly, and was hesitating whether to turn around and go back to the room, pretending that he was not at home, when Xu Jingya's calm voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Yiman, I know you are at home, open the door honestly." ”

Seeing that the other party had already seen through his thoughts, Zhuang Yiman had no choice but to open the door honestly.

When the door opened, Xu Jingya's eyes touched Zhuang Yiman behind the door, and she couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my God, Yiman, what have you experienced?" ”

"Look at your hair, how long has it been since you haven't been to the salon? Look at your face, haven't you slept well or eaten supplements lately? ”

When the words fell, she raised her wrist to look at the time on her watch, and continued to complain: "It's already noon, you just got up?" Son, we haven't seen each other for a few months, how did you degenerate like this? ”

It was an expected reaction, Zhuang Yiman couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at Xu Jingya's caring and worried gaze.

She replied, "Auntie, I'm fine, you don't have to worry." Come in and sit down. ”

Xu Jingya walked into the house and muttered: "Look at your current state, how can people not worry?" ”

Zhuang Yiman knew that no matter what she said, Xu Jingya would feel that she had completely degenerated, so she didn't bother to defend herself, but just asked, "Come and sit in the living room, what do you want to drink?" ”

"Don't bother, I'll come to see you and leave in a while."

Xu Jingya followed Zhuang Yiman into the living room, looked around her two-bedroom and two-hall house, and couldn't help but shake her head: "What kind of environment do you live in, this house should not be half the size of your cloakroom."

Zhuang Yiman rubbed his temples that were a little painful, and said weakly: "Auntie, just say what you want to say, don't beat around the bush." ”

She had actually guessed the purpose of Xu Jingya's sudden visit, but it was not easy to debunk it directly, so she could only ask and let her tell the purpose in person.