Dressed as a black-bellied actor's little manager

Lu Qingyun closed her eyes, and after a while, replied: "Got it."

Five minutes later, Lu Qingyun packed her things, put on her mask and hat, put on her bag and left.

As soon as he walked out of the hotel gate, countless reporters rushed up from the chrysalis and surrounded Lu Qingyun.

"Lu Qingyun, may I ask if you are directly related to Lin Fengyi's death?!"

"Is the content in Lin Fengyi's suicide note true?"

"Have you ever engaged in occupational sexual harassment and mental abuse of Lin Fengyi?"

"Have you apologized to the family of the deceased until now?"

"..."

Lu Qingyun couldn't move an inch in the crowded crowd of reporters.

He frowned, and moved out with difficulty in small steps.

The strong flash light made him dizzy, he pressed his peaked cap down, and walked towards the parking place without saying a word.

"Lu Qingyun! You killed Lin Fengyi! You killed for your life!"

A girl rushed towards Lu Qingyun suddenly, Lu Qingyun was hit by her and took a big step back, staggering a few times.

The gathered reporters dispersed in a circle in an instant, and Lu Qingyun fell to the ground with a "boom--".

He was about to stand up when Lin Fengyi's fans rushed up.

Lu Qingyun didn't know how many feet were trampled on him, his stomach was burning with pain, and his bones seemed to be cracked, so he could only reach out and hug his head.

The shutters of the surrounding cameras sounded "click, click -", but none of the reporters stepped forward to pull away this group of crazy fans.

They were like crows devouring carrion, hovering in the sky, watching Lu Qingyun being severely beaten with cold eyes, seized the time, and raced against the clock to take pictures.

The gang violence lasted for more than ten minutes until the police arrived.

Lu Qingyun was dragged up from the ground by the police, and finally got into the car.

He was in a terrible mess, his clothes and trousers were full of shoe prints, his hair was a mess, the neckline of his jacket was ripped open by someone, and there were bloodstains from fingernails on his chest and face.

The police handed Lu Qingyun a glass of mineral water: "Do you want to go to the police to make a record?"

Lu Qingyun clenched the bottle tightly, shook her head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, please take me home."

He was already involved in Lin Fengyi's death case, and he went to the police to catch Lin Fengyi's fans. Those people on the Internet didn't know how to tear him apart.

Four in the morning.

The police took Lu Qingyun back home. This is an apartment in the city center. It was the wedding room he bought when he and Meng Yunjian got married. After four years of marriage, he has been living here.

Lu Qingyun stepped forward wearily and opened the door of the combination lock. As soon as he opened the door, he froze.

Standing in front of the dining table was a young boy, wearing a white shirt from head to toe, the hem barely covering his buttocks, only two white and slender legs could be seen.

Lu Qingyun's eyes flickered suddenly. At this moment, he actually made a move that made him feel ridiculous——

He stepped back through the door and looked up at the apartment number to make sure he was in the wrong place.

Room 1314, when he got married, he specially picked it. Yes, it was his home, the home of him and Meng Yunjian.

But now a strange little boy appeared here, wearing the shirt he personally ironed for Meng Yunjian.

Lu Qingyun was tired and frightened tonight, and her emotions exploded immediately.

"Who let you in? Get out! This is my home! Get out!"

The bedroom door opened, and a handsome 25-year-old man walked out. He leaned against the door frame coldly, clasped his hands, and said in a thin voice, "You should be the one to get out, Lu Qingyun."