Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

But none of them were willing to leave.

"Mrs. Three Young, please tell us."

"Go away." Xuxiu looked at the opening person, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "I'm not a star who eats by face and image, and then stop me, don't blame me."

As she said, she stretched out her hands, pulled the person in front of her, and broke through the siege of reporters. It was unstoppable.

Her words hesitated the reporter, and no one dared to stop her again.

She is not a celebrity who eats by the image of her face. She does not need fans to maintain it. Even if she asks the security guard to come and hit them, no one says that she is a big name and is not afraid to lose powder.

Yan Rusheng looked at the petite back, showing the tenacity emanating from her bones.

As long as her gaze stayed on him for another second, he would go out.

But she didn't.

And she left with a big swing.

Xuanxu had eaten meals, instead of going upstairs to work overtime, but sitting on the sofa with a plate of fruit plates and watching TV while eating fruits as before.

It's relatively early to return today, and it's not yet time for the TV series to start.

She watched the national news for a while and was bored. She took the remote control and jumped off the platform. It was either advertising or news, or cartoon.

"Recently, the three gossips of the three young masters of the Rongsheng president are like one after another, just like the story of a dog blood idol drama. One wave after another rises, and today it is revealed that Mrs. Three and the youngest son of Princess Y Ruffi Charles went in and out of the hotel together, and the news was closely related. This time it also involved San Shao ’s old love when he was in college. One of the heroines of the Kyoto Grand Theater, Fang Jiayin, had a media jam in her apartment this morning. Squat at the door. "

The phone screen switched to a group of reporters blocking Fang Jiayin coming out of the door of his unit.

She wore a white woolen coat, and her long hair was still scattered vertically on her back.

Seeing a group of reporters holding cameras and recorders greeted herself, her pretty face showed surprise and panic, and stepped back.

Wearing high heels on her feet, she almost fell when she stepped back.

Obviously, she did not expect this.

"Miss Fang, what do you think of Mrs. Three and Mr. Charles?"

"You scold you as a primary three online, do you feel wronged?"

"Ms. Fang, are you going back from abroad this time to continue your relationship with Yan San Shao?"

"..."

For a large group of reporters, the problem is always like a serial cannon, exactly the same as the situation where she was surrounded by reporters at night.

Fang Jiayin pushed against the electronic door of the unit.

In front of the flashing lights, the panic on her face never faded. The delicate appearance made people want to protect.

Xu Xu leaned on the sofa, staring at the TV screen with a smirk in the corner of his mouth.

Yan Yansheng, you missed the opportunity for heroes to save beauty.

"Zixu, why should I care?"

Fang Jiayin finally spoke. Although a little irritable, the voice was still in that tone, without any power.

Having said that, she reached out to push the reporter away, "Please let me know."

Unable to push, she tried to squeeze out. She lowered her head and her long hair poured down, covering her face.

Even when she looked at it, she couldn't help but feel reclusive.

"They said their marriage was coming to an end. What do you think?"

The reporter kept asking her questions.