On the morning after returning to Nancheng, Shao Yunchen was chased and blocked by a group of ambushed reporters downstairs of the company. The microphones reached his lips, and nurous questions broke into his ears.
"Is there a leading edge between Mr. Shao and miss Qi, or is it your unilateral obsession that even destroys her personal happiness?"
"I would like to ask Mr. Shao to block Miss Qi's engagent even though he knows that Miss Qi is about to get engaged. Has master Xun in Kyoto beco the scapegoat for their love dispute?"
“…… In short, it's the catcher. It is said that Miss Qi is pregnant. Whose child is it
“……”
Shao Yunchen was disturbed by the sudden crowd, and his eyes flashed with obvious shock and anger. He also quickly heard sothing in the confused questioning voice.
Hearing the sound of security quickly disperse the crowd, Yan Ke also rushed to protect Shao Yunchen on the office building.
Sitting on the sofa of the office, his eyes are the cold breath that can't be dissipated. He loosened his tie a little, leaned on the sofa to check his mobile phone. After a while, he dropped the mobile phone impatiently and held his forehead to ponder.
During this period, Lin Shui, who had been silent and stood aside, observed Shao Yunchen's look and opened the topic: "at present, there is no news report about you in the dia. It is estimated that it is in the process of brewing. I'm afraid that this group of reporters who just wanted to give you a warning."
Shao Yunchen's thin lips slightly pursed, tacitly in silence Lin Shui's conjecture.
There is a kind of uneasiness. Before it is reported, no one can predict the direction of its writing style and the explosive disputes it will bring later.
Slightly raised his hand, "imdiately contact, try to suppress."
Seeing Lin Shui nodding out, his look beca more gloomy. It seed that he had made so expectations in his heart. Less than half an hour later, he knocked on the door again, holding a computer in his hand, and his face was a little white.
"General manager Shao, the report has co out." Then he held the computer in front of Shao Yunchen and allowed him to open the video on the page. "The network dia seed to have discussed in advance. The news was released almost in the sa minute. Within ten minutes, the report was pushed to hot search, and now even caused the network paralysis."
If Shao Yunchen didn't hear Lin Shui, he just looked at the video report on the screen, and his knuckles gradually turned pale.
The report is reasonable, because he purposefully intercepted part of the video in the private room that day, and the video cara was hidden in a hidden corner, and Shao Yunchen was not aware of it from the beginning to the end.
The final effect of the video is amazing.
Because of the real video as evidence, the lon eating people on the Internet naturally want to believe that this is a sad and dog blood triangle love story, and Shao Yunchen's role in it is self-evident.
There are a lot of comnts below the video. Most of them are not extre words and deeds. They are just about standing in line. So support Shao Yunchen, who bravely pursues his love and is impeccable in temperant and appearance. So support the inexplicably distressing master Xunzi in Kyoto.
But without exception, everyone believed it and looked forward to the voice of the following hero.
Shao Yunchen closes the computer heavily, the lines of his face tighten up, and his eyes are filled with suffocating anger.
Lin Shui slightly closed his eyes, "Mr. Shao, do you need to contact Miss Qi to speak openly?"
Shao Yunchen thin lips raised a contemptuous smile, "do you think she will not know about this matter?" At this ti can not see the clue, Shao Yunchen really want to doubt his IQ.
She got up and walked towards the desk. She tied her tie, and her voice was cool. "Maybe this is what she wants."
Sit down, look slowly clear, this matter will not develop here, the people who have the intention to target him may still be ready for later.
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when I go ho at night, the atmosphere is as strange and quiet as expected.
Lu yaowo was in the sofa. After hearing the sound of approaching steps, Lu yaowo did not even raise his head. He pretended to turn the book calmly and clattered it. From this movent, you can hear a kind of forbearance of anger.
Aunt ca out of the kitchen, saw Shao Yunchen's expression also changed, hesitantly reached out to take off his suit coat, turned to hang on the hanger.
After hanging up the clothes, she rubbed her hands in a rather awkward way, "Sir, my wife said that I don't need to cook tonight..."
Shao Yunchen seed to have no response. After nodding a little, he rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen. His aunt's broken steps followed him. After entering the kitchen, he saw Shao Yunchen wearing an apron and was busy with his work. He reached out at a loss to stop him.
"Sir, how can you do this work? You are tired enough to work. You'd better leave it to ."
The aunt stretched out her hand to Shao Yunchen, but she didn't dare to get too close, so the other party automatically ignored her obstruction and turned to wash the pot by the pool. The sound of "Hula" water was surging, and the man slowly ordered: "you take care of the children, and I'll make dinner today."
Aunt's hand was in the air, so in a dilemma. At this ti, Lu Yao's voice ca from behind. It was not emotional. "Aunt Zhang, go to work on sothing else. Yunchen used to cook."Hearing this, as if he had been granted an amnesty order, he took a breath of relief and walked out of the kitchen.
Lu Yao leans in the kitchen door, hands in front of the body, deep eyes look at the man's busy back.
He was always calm and calm, as expected, without half a touch of abnormal emotions. If it had not been known, she would have been kept in the dark again.
"Don't you have anything to say to , Mr. Shao?" Lu Yao looks lazy and puts her book on the microwave next to her.
Shao Yunchen finished washing the pot, stepped over to open the refrigerator door, pondered for a mont, and took out the spareribs from the inside, "do you want braised pork or sweet and sour?"
Lu Yao's face is a little tense, no mood should be a: "casual."
"Then sweet and sour, not so greasy." He made up his mind and continued to take out eggs, bean sprouts and Flammulina velutipes from the refrigerator. When he finally took out bacon, she was still out of breath. She stepped forward two steps to block the door of the refrigerator.
Eye to eye, inexplicable contest in the silent.
After a long ti, she still cald down and took the dishes in his hand one by one. "You go to be busy. I'll make dinner."
Shao Yunchen was silent. He saw clearly the woman's intolerant displeasure. When she turned to wash the dishes in the sink, she pulled her back into her arms and covered it with a light kiss, which was full of deliberate forbearance.
"I'll take care of it. You don't have to worry." Separated by the lip, he slowly opened his mouth, inserted his five fingers into her hair, and the warm palm conveyed a warm feeling.
Lu Yao's things fell to the ground, five fingers quietly curled up on his arm, the strength of a few more.
She pursed her lips. She seed to muster up so courage. "This matter is not without a solution..." "You should have thought of it, didn't you?"
Shao Yunchen was silent.
Lu Yao's face sank a few minutes, expression serious down, "Shao Yunchen, let's get the certificate."
The man's eyes still trembled uncontrollably, and his larynx moved up and down, as if it took so ti to understand the aning of her words, "Lu Yao, what do you say?"
Lu Yao sowhat avoided his sight. "The wedding can be held later. After all, your mother won't agree with it now, but there's no problem to get the certificate first. After you get the certificate, you can make a public statent and appear as a married person. The credibility will be higher eventually."
After a pause, he stepped out of the kitchen, "call to order sothing to eat. It's too slow."
Lu Yao stepped out and was stopped by Shao Yunchen when he stepped out of the door. He looked at her seriously and cautiously, "Lu Yao, is it for to get the certificate?"
She chuckled and straightened the collar of his shirt. "You're my husband. Who can I help you with?"
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