When Ji Chengze heard An Ruixin's words, his eyes instantly narrowed dangerously.

"Do you suspect that these things were flowed out by a certain guest present?"

An Ruixin shook her head: "I was wondering if there were some media reporters hidden on the scene that we didn't notice."

"It shouldn't be. If you are really a media reporter, this group of people should have exploded on the topic as long as you took the movie queen. Where will you wait until now?"

An Ruixin thought for a moment, and felt that Ji Chengze’s words were not unreasonable, but if it were not for a media reporter, it would be impossible...

"Do you think it will be the guests who were there that night? But there were so many guests that night, even if you want to check..."

Ji Chengze reached out and touched her head: “There were indeed a lot of guests present, but few of us had conflicts with us.”

An Ruixin's eyes lit up: "Are you suspecting the man who was beaten by you that day?"

Ji Chengze nodded, but An Ruixin seemed to have thought of something, staring at a few photos in the report, and saying meaningfully: "He is possible, and another person is also possible."

"Who?"

A sly eye flashed across An Ruixin's eyes, and she turned her head to look at Ji Chengze and smiled slightly: "That night, an ‘old’ senior who originally wanted to climb that man’s bed."

At that time, in a private apartment far away in China, a man and a woman looked a bit ugly when public opinion on the Internet turned up again.

The man kicked on the table in front of him and made a loud noise. At the same time he got up and yelled at the woman beside him: "You didn't mean that this man is married and has children. As long as you send these things out, that woman will be ruined, this man Will get caught up in the center of public opinion? So what is the situation now? How can you just turn it over?"

The woman shrank her neck when he yelled, and said aggrieved: "Which...how do I think Ji Chengze's wife was also at the banquet that night. Ji Chengze protected her so well that no one saw her face at all. Even if she stood in front of us that night, we couldn't recognize her. And at that time, Ji Chengze took An Ruixin and left, who knew his wife was there."

When Shen Manning said this, his face was distorted for a moment: "If you want me to say, this or Mrs. President, it may be a vase. It is placed at home and has no right to speak. The ears are soft. That An Ruixin and Ji Chengze must have one. Legs. It’s just that now that the noise is so big, Ji Chengze pushed his wife out and said a few words to wash herself and An Ruixin. Even if this woman was really killed, she didn’t dare to complain, she could only follow. Ji Chengze did what he said."

Brook Charles was not in the mood to listen to her explanations and complaints, and said with a cold face impatiently: "What's the use of saying this now? They have obviously succeeded in whitewashing, and if this continues, sooner or later, this matter will stop. "

Shen Manning opened his mouth to say something, but he heard his mobile phone ring suddenly.

Shen Manning was in a bad mood, and his tone was not particularly polite when he answered the phone, but his face changed when he heard what the person on the other end said.

"What did you say? Withdraw the ad? Why? The new role is gone? Why! Didn't you say it at the beginning? What, the company wants to hide me? What did I do wrong, the company wants to hide me? You say, ah, Wait, don't hang up, don't hang up! Damn!"