Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset gently shines on the sleeping person. Luo Yansheng rubs his eyebrows, then quietly gets up and walks out of the ward.

"Brother Ming! Something terrible has happened!" The young assistant ran towards him in a panic, holding a cell phone.

Luo Yansheng hurriedly hushed him, fearing that he would wake up his mother who had just fallen asleep.

The assistant understood, but his expression was still very ugly. The two walked to the side, and he took out his cell phone for Luo Yansheng to see.

The phone displayed a software interface, which clearly read:

[Surprise! A certain celebrity named Ye is having so much fun! He brought two girls with him! ]

[The news broke! The celebrity who played a certain prince and became famous just six months ago actually has two girlfriends! ]

[Details of things that celebrities with the surname Ye must say! ]

[All depends on a face, the character is really bad! 】

+Pictures+Pictures

……

There is a black-red word "explosion" behind each message.

Luo Yansheng's handsome brows frowned, and he clicked on the pictures, which were photos of him taking Zhang Hui and Chu Xingman in and out of a restaurant.

There was no ambiguous movement, but some people interpreted it as him deliberately avoiding suspicion in public, and that in private the two women shared one husband and lived in harmony with each other.

"What nonsense!" Luo Yansheng's good mood was completely ruined. He still remembered that this was the assistant's phone, so he threw the phone to him.

He took out the mobile phone from his pocket, quickly edited a message and sent it out.

The assistant hurriedly caught the baby phone, looked up, and asked tremblingly: "Brother Ming, what are you doing?"

"To clarify the facts!" Luo Yansheng answered casually.

The assistant's eyes went dark, and he almost fainted. He wanted to cry but couldn't. "Brother Ming, Brother Lian couldn't get through to your phone. He just told me not to respond."

The assistant timidly asked him, "What did you just send?"

"Look for yourself!" Luo Yansheng raised his chin and motioned him to look at the mobile phone app.

I opened the mobile app and sure enough, the website was stuck!

It took several minutes for the assistant to see that the first post on the hot search list had become his own brother Ming’s post, with a bright red word “explosion” behind it.

He opened the post and saw that Mingge had tagged a dozen yule big Vs, and then said, "Wait for my lawyer's letter, you ascaris gentlemen!"

Tired, destroy it! He could foresee that Brother Lian's roar was about to come, and he really couldn't bear it.

The next second, the cell phone rang suddenly, and the name displayed on the screen was Liu Yonglian.

"I'll answer it." Unable to bear to look at the young assistant's pale face, Luo Yansheng grabbed his phone and answered the call.

On the other side, after Zhang Hui and Chu Xingman had a good rest in the hotel, they were discussing whether to leave early tomorrow morning or take the train back overnight.

Both of their cell phones rang one after another. They answered the calls, but before they could say a few words, another call came in.

People kept calling one after another, and Zhang Hui became so annoyed that he simply turned off his phone.

Chu Xingman followed suit and asked with a pursed mouth: "What do you think we should do? It won't always be like this, right? Are these people sick?"

"You are so black that you can't stand others being clean. You just went out to eat together, but you made a big fuss about it!"

"I'm worried that our information will be exposed and our family members' privacy may be at risk of being leaked."

Zhang Hui tapped his fingers on the table, thinking about what to do next.

"It's better to inform your family first to avoid any misunderstanding."

As she spoke, she turned on her phone and called Zhang Wenxiu directly to explain the situation. She repeatedly reminded her grandparents not to go out in the near future and to wait until the storm had passed.

No one can clearly distinguish between black and white, right and wrong on the Internet.

Whether they are keyboard warriors or toxic fans, they only see what they want to see, and they can do anything when their minds are hot.

"Hey, where are you two?" Luo Yansheng finally got through to Zhang Hui and hurriedly ordered, "Pack up and meet at the hotel entrance!"

Well, in this situation we can only listen to him temporarily. After all, he is from the circle and has experience in dealing with this.

About ten minutes later, a van stopped in front of the hotel.

Luo Yansheng stuck his head out of the window and asked them to get in the car.

The two got in the car, and Chu Xingman didn't see the assistant, so she asked, "Where is he?"

"My car is too conspicuous. Let him drive away first. We can build a plank road in the open but sneak into Chencang in secret!"

"What about Auntie?" "I asked my friend to send her to Jing City for treatment. The conditions here are limited and privacy can be easily leaked."

Luo Yansheng stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the car sped away.

Along the way, except for necessary purchases and physiological needs, the three of them rarely got off the car to minimize the chances of showing up.

"Actually, you should go with your mother. We can just take the train." Chu Xingman said softly.

I felt that it would be more dangerous to go with him. The internet was buzzing with rumors about their threesome, and they actually went back to Beijing together.

You can imagine how shocking it would be if a paparazzi really spotted them going in and out together!

Zhang Hui closed his eyes and rested. He opened his eyes and smiled when he heard the words: "Okay, these people on the Internet are fence-sitters. If there is news in a few days, they will no longer pay attention to us."

Although she said so, Chu Xingman was panicked when she suddenly encountered such a situation. She was afraid that as soon as she showed up, her father would start to scold her.

Luo Yansheng laughed dryly. Could he say that he forgot because he was in a hurry?

Zhang Hui felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket. They had put their phones on silent mode and didn't dare turn them off for fear of missing a call.

She took out her cell phone and it was Xiao Qingze calling.

"Hello?" "Hello, Zhang Hui, where are you now?"

"On the way back to Beijing."

"After you go back, don't go back to Guihua Lane. It's not safe. Go to Villa No. 8 in Jiangnan Yuefu. The password is."

"That's the house under my name. My family lives elsewhere. You can stay there without worry. No one dares to go in. There are hourly workers who come to clean it on weekdays."

The situation was special, so Zhang Hui did not refuse pretentiously and she agreed immediately.

Chu Xingman tilted her head and looked at her: "This password seems familiar!" Sitting close, she could hear it very clearly!

Zhang Hui said calmly, "Numbers, you can't be unable to recognize even a few numbers."

Chu Xingman rolled her eyes and was trying to be stubborn. Isn’t it her birthday? Why doesn’t she admit it?

Why admit it? What? It was just a string of numbers. Zhang Hui really didn't understand his friend's thoughts.

Luo Yansheng in front suddenly asked: "Do you have a place to go? Is it safe?"

"Just send us to Jiangnan Yuefu." Zhang Hui gave the address.

When Luo Yansheng heard this, he was extremely surprised, because that was the top villa area in Beijing.

The fact that this little girl could actually live there shows that she has extraordinary abilities.

"Beep, beep, beep..." The Bluetooth speaker in the car interrupted his guess.

"Hello."

"I'm Li Nian! Are Teacher Ye and Miss Zhang together? I don't have her contact information. Please tell her."

"If you need any help, please ask."

Such a big deal? A big director made a promise to a person outside the industry whom he just met?

This... he couldn't quite understand. Did Director Li Nian really think highly of Zhang Hui as the heroine in his movie, or did he have other intentions?