Chapter 1152 Why Don't You Please Me?

Chapter 1152 why don't you please me?

Fu Yue went back to Zhou Qianyu first. When she got out of the car, she saw that Zhou Qianyu's car was already parked at the door and seemed to be going out.

She glanced at the time. At 4: 55, she came back five minutes earlier. Zhou Qianyu didn't find any reason for her to be angry.

She opened the door and went in. She saw Zhou Qianyu sitting on the sofa with an unhappy face, and her eyes were on her.

Fu Yue shrugged and walked in. You asked me to be back by five. I wasn't late.

Scar blinked in shock.

He said who this woman was, how could she have the key to their place, and was thinking about the other party's motives.

As soon as he spoke, he recognized the voice, Fu Yue.

I didn't expect Fu Yue to look pretty dressed up as a woman.

A certain big, thin waist, long legs, white skin, and exquisite facial features, the product of old man fu's search for flowers and willows, indeed, it can not be too bad.

"The picture of Lin Mier going to the hospital this afternoon was taken. Did you know about it?" Zhou qianyu asked expressionlessly with a murderous look in his eyes.

Fu Yue raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth raised, and he was a little more ruffian.

It turned out that Zhou Qianyu was here to avenge his honey.

She sat across from Zhou Qianyu, her feet habitually resting on the coffee table, and suddenly remembered that she was wearing a dress, and if she left it like this, the pants inside would be seen.

Wearing a skirt doesn't look like it at all.

She immediately put her feet down, still as lazy as ever, and pulled out her ears. "Where did you get that picture? Which plastic surgery hospital did you go to? Has the name of the hospital been photographed? How many witnesses?"

Zhou Qianyu didn't like her attitude. "You asked me?"

"Please, your men will report to you immediately. Do you think they will report to me? Also, Lin Mier is a moron. It's not like you don't know. There's no logic, no reason, no bottom line. Forget it." Fu Yue suddenly stopped, too lazy to complain to Zhou Qianyu.

Lin Mier was the kind of person that he deliberately arranged for her. Zhou qianyu would not know what kind of person Lin Mier was.

I'm afraid he just likes to watch her suffer from bad luck and headaches.

Fu Yue's expression became serious. "Who reported this to you? Tell him to contact me and I'll handle it."

"You can handle it in the car." Zhou Qianyu stood up impatiently. "Scar, have someone report to him."

Zhou Qianyu's car.

He leaned back in his chair, expressionless, and occupied most of the back seat, completely ignoring Fu Yue, who was squeezed next to him.

She had no time to argue with him and ask about the situation.

"Shangshan plastic surgery hospital?" Fu Yue took a deep breath. Good, good. I was afraid that no one would find out that she was at the plastic surgery hospital. "How many witnesses."

"There should be a lot. After she went to the hospital, she made a lot of noise and insisted on cutting the queue."

Fu Yue took another deep breath. The way she acted really suited the brainless one. "Is she wearing glasses?"

"While I was talking to you, there was a video posted on the internet. There were already over a hundred thousand clicks. It's only been less than a minute. I'm sending you the link now."

Fu Yue hung up the phone and watched the video.

In the video, Lin Mier pinched his nose, wearing sunglasses, and shouted over there, "I'm Lin Mier. I want to see first. If you ruin my face, you can't afford it."

She also kicked the trash can furiously.

Fu Yue gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes to look at Zhou Qianyu, who was sleeping beside him.

This kind of woman is so trashy that she can be turned back into a furnace, and he can still eat it. It's really... A man. Once the head under his abdomen leads to reason, there's no reason at all.

Zhou Qianyu sensed her gaze, slowly opened her eyes and looked at Fu Yue. "Why are you looking at me?"

Fu Yue lowered his eyes and replied perfunctorily, "I thought you were handsome, so I looked at you."

Zhou qianyu's eyes flashed. "I know how handsome I am. I don't need you to comment on me."

Fu Yue sneered.

Zhou Qianyu was indeed pretty, but she was in the showbiz, surrounded by beautiful men like Fu Lijun and Ji Chenling, who were not rare handsome men.

She was immune to these good-looking men.

Fu Yue's sneer, in Zhou Qianyu's eyes, was like denying him.

He was immediately angry, but when he questioned him, he seemed to have no confidence in himself. He held back and continued to close his eyes.

However, his face did not look good.

Fu Yue really didn't have time to take care of his emotions.

She called her assistant. "Is Lin Mier staying at shangshan hospital now?"

"Oh, she's in the vip ward. I've got someone to watch over her."

"It's useless to find someone to watch her. Her video has already been posted online. Soon, reporters will flock to her everywhere. Now, take her with you and leave quickly. In addition, find someone who looks like her in the video and pretend to look like her. Stay in her current ward. I will arrange for the reporters to pull off her bandages and expose the fact that someone is pretending to be her."

"What if Lin Mier refuses to leave? She didn't seem to want to leave. She said she wanted to show you something." The assistant said cautiously.

"If she doesn't leave, the reporters will be here soon. Will they expose her lies and know about the butterfly effect? All the wrong things she did would be blown up on the internet, all kinds of marketing numbers would step on her, and people who had worked with her would use their insider status to expose all kinds of gossip about her, so she wouldn't be in the entertainment industry anymore. She wasn't giving me color, she was digging her own grave. Pass these words on to her. If she still refused to leave, let her go, don't worry about it." Fu Yue said and hung up.

There was a real urge to go wild.

However, she did not want to express her anger in front of Zhou Qianyu.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down, smiled, and called. "Miss su, I'm Fu Yue. There's something I need your help with. You're the only one who can solve such a difficult action drama."

"Is it about Lin Mier? I saw it on the internet. This artist of yours is really troublesome. Is he a busybody?" Susan said indignantly.

"Didn't I get into this mess? I've already found someone to pretend that she's going to the hospital, and you'll take off my bandage as everyone else's face. If someone really impersonates her, it's fine. On the marketing side, please, mua, love you." Fu Yue said coquettishly.

Zhou Qianyu looked at Fu Yue coldly. When she hung up, he asked, "Don't you think you're a hypocrite?"

Fu Yue put away his phone and followed Zhou Qianyu's words, "Hypocrisy, who is not hypocritical? For work, to eat, to beg for more people. It's hard not to keep a cold face. You can also think of me as smart."

"Smart?" Zhou Qianyu was very sarcastic. "Your life and death are in my hands. Why don't you be a little hypocritical to me?"

Fu Yue turned around and rested his elbow on his shoulder. The distance between them was reduced to only ten centimeters in an instant...