The paparazzi lifted his cara and snapped fervently at Pei Jingyue, "It’s you, Jiang Mian’s boyfriend, right? Snap it, snap it."
"..."
Pei Jingyue almost got blasted to smithereens.
Security was about to catch up, and the paparazzi shoved the two people in front of him and dashed upstairs.
"No! Mianmian is in danger!"
When Jiang Mian reached the corner of the sixth floor with her skirt in hand, she didn’t know which private room to enter for a mont.
They didn’t clarify which one.
"Chuanzi, let’s stop playing, go to the bathroom to light a cigarette and take a breather."
Suddenly, a door of a private room in the distance opened, and a man ca out.
This person...
Looks familiar.
Chuanzi.
Su Yuchuan?
An idea flashed in Jiang Mian’s mind, and she walked towards that direction with her skirt in hand.
"Look, it’s Jiang Mian!"
The panting paparazzi made it to the sixth floor, saw Jiang Mian entering a private room with her skirt in hand, and the two of them ran straight over.
Inside the private room, everyone was surprised by the sudden appearance of a woman.
Who is that?
I didn’t get a clear look.
Jiang Mian scanned the room, her gaze landing on the familiar figure on the sofa: "Fu Sichen!"
She didn’t expect to encounter Fu Sichen here.
She imdiately walked up to him and grabbed his arm as if finding a lifeline, "The paparazzi are chasing , husband save ~"
Holy shit?!!
Husband!!!
Except for Su Yuchuan, no one else in the room knew what Mrs. Fu looked like.
For a mont, they didn’t know where to look.
The woman’s fragrance was overwhelming, her lashes dropped, the corners of her eyes tinged with red, her breath slightly hurried, and her small face covered with nervousness and worry.
Fu Sichen’s eyes, deep as the sea, fixed on the woman in his arms, his expression slightly moved. Just as he was about to speak, the door opened again—
!!!
"There’s Jiang Mian!"
Jiang Mian, startled, dived into Fu Sichen’s arms and reached out to pull his suit over herself.
Her little mouth muttered, "You can’t see , you can’t see ..."
"Fu Sichen, cover well."
Two paparazzi burst in, teeth gritted, now that their necks were on the line, they might as well go for broke.
Maybe they could turn a bike into a motorcycle.
Those seated were all influential figures, and the scrutiny from the pair of eyes staring at them made them tremble.
How are these the people here...
Until they saw the cool, indifferent face seated on the sofa, the light shining on his face giving off a slightly chilly air.
!!!
Fu Sichen!!!
And the woman in his arms, that dress was all too familiar to them.
The paparazzi rubbed their eyes hard.
Holy cow, they weren’t hallucinating, right?
Is this Jiang Mian and President Fu?!!!
Fu Sichen played with Jiang Mian’s hair, his voice sowhat cold, "Not taking pictures anymore?"
The two paparazzi bowed their heads imdiately, shaking them desperately.
If there was soone in North City you didn’t want to ss with right now, it had to be Fu Sichen.
Stories of his thods were circulated in secret, and they had heard plenty.
Untouchable and utterly daring not to provoke.
Fu Sichen pinched Jiang Mian’s slim waist, lifted the woman horizontally, and walked straight towards the exit, "You all carry on."
Xu Lai tactfully stayed behind; the paparazzi probably had photos of the lady and those needed to be dealt with.
Just like that, the group watched Fu Sichen and Jiang Mian leave, and even when Su Lixing and Pei Jingyue arrived, all they saw were their retreating figures.
The remaining uninford folks gawked at each other.
Wasn’t that Jiang Mian just now?
Right, quite a popular actress these days.
Her and President Fu?
Mrs. Fu??
Everyone felt they had stumbled upon an incredible piece of gossip.
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