But none of them were willing to leave.

"The third young lady will tell us a word."

"Fuck off." looked at the person who spoke, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I'm not a star who eats by his face and image, and if you block me again, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hands, pulled away the people in front of her, and broke through the encirclement of the group of reporters, unstoppable.

Her words made the reporter hesitate, and no one dared to stop her again.

She is not a star who eats by her face image, and she does not need the maintenance of fans, even if she calls the security guards to come and beat them, no one says that she is a big name and is not afraid of losing fans.

Yan Rusheng looked at the petite back, revealing a tenacity emanating from her bones.

Just now, as long as her gaze lingered on him for even a second longer, he would go out.

But she didn't.

And she swaggered away.

After eating, he didn't go upstairs to work overtime, but sat on the sofa with a plate of fruit and watched TV while eating fruit, as before.

I came back relatively early today, and it was not yet time for the TV series to start.

She watched the national news for a while, got bored, jumped off the platform with a remote control, either advertising or news, or cartoons.

"Recently, the gossip of the third young master of the Rongsheng president Yan family can be described as one after another, just like the plot of the dog-blood idol drama, a wave of unevenness, and today it was revealed that the third young lady and Charles, the youngest son of Princess Lufei of Country Y, entered and exited the hotel together, and the news of the close relationship was close to the news, this time it involved the old love of the third young man in college, Fang Jiayin, one of the heroines of the traffic jam time at the Kyoto Grand Theater a few days ago, and the media squatted at the door of her apartment early this morning."

The phone screen switches to a group of reporters surrounding Fang Jiayin who came out of the door of his unit.

She wore a white woolen coat, and her waist-length hair was still scattered vertically on her back.

Seeing a group of reporters with cameras and recorders facing her, her pretty face showed a look of surprise and panic, and she stepped back again and again.

She was wearing high heels on her feet and almost fell as she backed away.

Obviously, she didn't expect such a situation.

"Miss Fang, what do you think about the matter of the Third Young Lady and Mr. Charles?"

"Everyone scolds you on the Internet for being a junior, do you feel wronged?"

"Miss Fang, do you plan to renew your relationship with Yan Sanshao when you come back from abroad this time?"

“……”

A large group of reporters, the questions are always like a chain of cannons, exactly the same as when she was surrounded by reporters at night.

Fang Jiayin pushed it to the electronic door of the unit and leaned against it.

In the face of the flashing lights, the panic on her face never subsided, and her delicate appearance made people can't help but want to protect.

Lifelike leaned back on the couch, staring at the TV screen, a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

As you say, you missed the opportunity for heroes to save beauty.

"Why should I care about nothing?"

Fang Jiayin finally spoke, although he was a little irritable, but his voice was still in that tone, and it was not powerful at all.

After speaking, she stretched out her hand to push the reporter away and walked out, "Please let go." ”

She couldn't push it away, so she tried to squeeze out, she lowered her head, and her long hair poured down, covering her face.

Even when she looked at it, she couldn't help but feel compassion.

"They all say that their marriage is coming to an end, what do you think?"

The reporter kept asking her questions.

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