a hotel.
Nan Yuanqi finished washing up.
He was holding a mobile phone in his hand, swiping Weibo, and seeing the video posted by Yan Jinxiu on the Internet, his face was as gloomy as ink and seemed to be about to drip ink.
When I looked at my variety show "Starting From Zero", there was Fu Shimo's figure, but I didn't even notice that they were hooked up.
"Fuck! Son of a bitch! Cunning man!"
His rough face was full of dissatisfaction, and he took out his mobile phone and dialed Yan Jinxiu's number.
"Dududu-"
I was picked up shortly after I dialed out.
Nan Yuanqi kicked the bedside table and asked through gritted teeth, "Yan Jinxiu, when did they get together? Do you know why you didn't tell me?"
Yan Jinxiu opened the bag and took out the test paper and ballpoint pen.
Put the mobile phone on the table to turn on the hands-free, and answer the questions while doing the questions without pressure.
"It's very early. My whole family knows about them together. Oh, by the way, grandpa, grandma, uncle and Zelin also know, so I thought you knew too."
"Little uncle, it's not too late for you to know now. I'll hang up if I have nothing to do. I'm in the third year of high school, and I have to review my homework."
After Yan Jinxiu finished speaking, he quickly turned off his mobile phone, his ears dodged, and he didn't hear the roar and bombardment.
Looking at the phone call that was hung up mercilessly, Nan Yuanqi's already gloomy face became more and more ugly.
He took a deep breath, slammed the phone on the bed, raised his hand and rubbed his swollen forehead, "Fuck, am I the last one to know about feelings?"
And it's not that he was told by Asu, and the others didn't tell him, they just saw it on the Internet.
The more I think about it, the more my head hurts, the more my heart is congested and the more uncomfortable I feel, my anger and unhappiness have nowhere to vent, my fists clenched and loosened.
——
the next day.
Yan Zhixu, Fu Shimo and Lu Xun booked a flight back to Haishi.
The temperature in the city has dropped to below zero, and the cold wind whistling on people's bodies is extraordinarily cold.
The news of paparazzi and media reporters is always extraordinarily keen, and they have long been squatting at the airport with long guns and cannons.
As soon as the three got off the plane, they immediately swarmed up, making the surrounding water tight and airtight.
They took the microphone and threw one question after another.
"Miss Yan, when did you fall in love? You have seen your parents recently, so is something good coming?"
"Well-known dean and glamorous female star, is Dean Fu only in love with Miss Yan's beauty as rumored?"
"The Yan family is the richest man in the sea. Will Dean Fu and Miss Yan care about what others say about climbing high branches? The son-in-law of a wealthy family?"
...
The reporters' questions were sharper than the last.
Lu Xun: "..."
I swallowed my saliva a little scared, and ordered a wax for these reporters who were not afraid of death. I sighed in my heart that it was really courageous.
Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo wore masks, and faced reporters' questions calmly as usual, without too many emotional fluctuations.
Fu Shimo raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a low, hoarse voice rang out, "I personally think that my meager salary can still support my girlfriend."
Hearing this, the corners of Yan Zhixu's mouth twitched under the mask, and a pair of almond eyes gleamed in a smile.
meager?
The chain of Hyatt Dynasty hotels is open all over the country, and the annual income is unknown. I am afraid that there is some misunderstanding of the word meager.
"Sorry, we don't accept interviews."
Yan Zhixu sorted out the mask and left the reporter's containment under the **** of security guards.
The three walked out of the airport, saw a nanny car parked on the side, opened the door and got on.
The driver drove away from the media gossip reporters who were chasing after him, and drove in the direction of Shengshi Hao Ting.