After Jiang Yuan sent Ruan Chu off to the set, he returned to the hospital happily.
After one night, things began to ferment. Jiang Yuan's identity information, family background, and Weibo account were all dug up.
Jiang Yuan didn't pay any attention to his work. He was just having fun scrolling through his mobile phone. This was the direction he wanted to develop.
He wanted to tell those wife fans that Ruan Chu was his, what was his, what was his, was his!
The Weibo he posted half a month ago was constantly flooded by Ruan Chu's fans, with more and more messages. Jiang Yuan picked a photo and edited the status happily.
It was a photo of him and Ruan Chu kissing secretly taken by the paparazzi last night. The pixels were a bit poor, but it was very pleasing to the eye, and the picture had a blurry beauty.
He edited: 【It’s delicious. 】
The comments below are mixed.
【tasty? oh? Could you please be a bit literate and describe the taste? 】
【You are awesome, you are noble, you kiss my female goose and you dare to use such words to describe me as tiger and wolf! 】
【Can you describe it in more detail? I can top up money! 】
【How dare you show this kind of picture to a distinguished VIP? Do you think I have no money? Come on, give me a kissing video! ! ! 】
Jiang Yuan almost turned into a fool from laughing.
More than an hour later, probably during Ruan Chu's break, she called. The embarrassment in her voice made Jiang Yuan imagine how red her face was now.
"Senior, how could you post something like this...this..."
Jiang complained: "What kind? Ruan Xiaochu, what are you talking about?"
"Senior!!!! You delete it!"
Jiang Yu raised his lips: "Ruan Xiaochu, you are unclean, you are perverted, and what I said is that the pastry in your hand is delicious! Where did you think you were going!"
Ruan Chu: "......"
She said harshly: "I don't want to go to your place tonight, and senior, don't come to pick me up either!"
Jiang Yuan immediately fainted: "Good boy, brother, delete it immediately!"
When he logged in again, there were many more comments below. Jiang Yun smiled and deleted that Weibo post and edited a new one.
There was no picture this time, so I followed Ruan Chu’s tone: 【Shh, keep quiet, the little prince’s rose is angry. 】
One word stirred up a thousand waves.
After a long time, the popularity dropped little by little. Jiang Yuan scrolled down and his eyes fell on a piece of social news.
【Li Haosen died mysteriously in his apartment! 】
Jiang Yuan put away his phone, put it aside, and started working.
He doesn't care, he doesn't have time, he wants to fall in love, let Anyuan handle this kind of thing by himself.
Anyuan finished his exercise and took a shower. He picked up his phone and read the messages. He slid his long fingers on the screen a few times and made a call.
His voice was low and he leaned on the sofa: "Has it been taken care of?"
"Well, the scene was cleaned up before the police arrived."
Anyuan lowered his eyes: "Where are those people?"
"We have interrogated her again and no one has seen Miss Qingqing. It is estimated that the police will not be able to get any useful information."
"Surveillance nearby?"
"Mu He has been completely blackmailed."
Anyuan said casually: "Hang up."
After hanging up the phone, he sat on the sofa and waited for a while, then opened the chat page with Qingqing. In the message half an hour ago, he asked if he wanted to have breakfast together.
The little girl replied with a starry-eyed expression: (✧◡✧).
Then there is no more.
Anyuan got up and changed into a set of casual clothes, picked up the car keys, and drove to Qingqing's antique store.
When we arrived, some onlookers gathered outside, and there were shouts and curses inside.
Anyuan squeezed through the crowd and peeked inside. An older woman was pointing at Qingqing and scolding her, asking her to compensate.
Qingqing frowned and fiddled with the phone in her hand.
The mobile phone was dropped to the ground by the aunt just now. The screen was cracked and malfunctioning. She could not reply to Anyuan's messages.
There were broken blue and white porcelain on the ground. The aunt was still scolding Qingqing: "What kind of fake? Can you identify it? You smashed my family heirloom. If you don't pay for it, don't even think about walking out of this door today!"
Anyuan bent down and picked up a fragment of blue and white porcelain, looked at it carefully and sneered.
Qingqing raised her eyes and saw him, who looked even more dignified in the noisy crowd. He held the blue and white porcelain fragments in his slender fingers and looked at it carefully with his lower eyes.
Qingqing put her phone away and didn't say anything after being scolded for so long. When she saw Anyuan, her voice was dull: "Fake."
The aunt was followed by two fat men. After hearing what she said, she replied with a stern face: "What a fake!!! We have the appraisal certificate, but you didn't even look at it and smashed our things." "
Anyuan walked up to Qingqing, glanced at the screen of her mobile phone on the counter, and said in a calm voice: "Pay for it."
When the aunt heard this, her face lit up with joy. Seeing his serious look just now, she thought he knew something, but she felt extremely guilty.
Now he said in a happy tone: "Boss, you see your boyfriend said he lost money, so stop being so impatient!"
Anyuan raised his eyes to look at her, with a fierce look in his eyes: "What I said is, pay for the mobile phone."
The aunt was furious: "Mobile phone money, your broken phone is less than a fraction of my blue and white porcelain!!!"
Anyuan raised his lips and smiled softly, but it made the three people opposite him feel cold for no reason.
"Oh? Let me see the identification certificate."
A big man swallowed, weighed it, and carefully handed over the identification certificate.
Anyuan glanced at it, returned it, took out his mobile phone to search for something, and said in a gentle voice: "I won't expose you. Don't think that this little guy in this shop is easy to bully. Don't say harsh words. In this area of Kyoto, I still speak. For the sake of it, apologize to her now, pay her, clean up the place, and get out."
The aunt wanted to scold her back, so Anyuan handed her his mobile phone.
Anyuan's personal information.
Coming from a military family, his grandfather, brother, and sister are all well-known figures. The aunt immediately recognized Fu Jingshen, the ghost captain who was very popular on the Internet some time ago.
The aunt's face instantly turned pale, and she pulled the two strong men behind her to apologize, pay compensation, sweep the floor, and then get out of here.
Qingqing curled her lips and said, "Their things are fake, so they use fake appraisal certificates and fake goods to extort money from shops like mine that seem easy to bully."
She leaned against the counter, a little unhappy, her good mood early in the morning was gone.
Anyuan nodded slightly: "Yes, I know."
"Why didn't you call the police? They are not good people!"
Anyuan smiled: "I just did something bad last night and I didn't dare to see the police uncle."
Qingqing: "......"
She was playing with her broken phone and not talking.
Anyuan pursed his lips and asked, "Are you unhappy?"
"It kind of affects my mood."
"I'll catch you and give you a good beating?"
Qingqing raised her eyebrows and said, "No need, a gentleman talks but never touches."
An Yuan remembered how she beat those dozen bodyguards last night without blinking an eye, and laughed: "Qingqing."
"ha?"
Anyuan's hair danced: "Can I hug you if you have a thigh?"
"What thigh? Who?"
Anyuan suppressed a smile: "Me."
"ah?"
Anyuan said seriously: "I will lead you to use your power to bully others. You won't use your words but your hands."
Qingqing tilted her head and smiled: "Okay, Dad."
Yasumoto: “........”
