The brightly lit city of S is destined to be a city that never sleeps. When the stars of Qiming rise, there is already a hazy light in the sky. The airport is located outside the not-so-broad city, and there are also tall buildings in the distance.

Walking into the cold wind, Murong Wenshan felt an unprecedented coldness. It turned out that winter was so cold that almost even the bones began to emit cold air. He tightened his clothes.

"I'll help you pull up the zipper." Ajin said and smiled. Murong Wenshan's arms were placed awkwardly and helplessly on both sides, looking very frustrated.

Yan Aoan couldn't help but sigh at the scene where his brothers were very friendly. Lin Zheng or the old lady did a great job in Taoyuan Yao Village, and he did not leave any trace of industrial civilization, and even a small zipper was not introduced into the village.

That's right, staring at the time when Jin Baoer was recuperating at home, under the guidance of Chen Yaya, she has read Chinese history and even modern Western history. She has a certain understanding of the ins and outs of the development from the Tang Dynasty to this era.

After a little leaning, the three of them picked up their luggage and continued to walk out. The car that Yan Bai arranged to parked not far away. Suddenly, there were bursts of noisy sounds surging in the air, from far to near.

On the morning before dawn, there seemed to be not many people getting off the plane and walking through this passage. How could there be such noisy? Yan Aoan frowned vigilantly, and even Ajin showed a look of surprise.

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed, and Murong Wenshan discovered that a large wave of men and women wearing strange clothes and even more strange behaviors emerged from the corner. If it weren't for all the ridiculous things that happened before, Murong Wenshan would definitely have knocked down a few more people at this moment.

Yan Aoan clearly realized that this group of so-called famous reporters and paparazzi who sent her away from S City not long ago. It was really rare to wait so on the place where she had just settled in S City. She curled her lips slightly.

"Miss Yan, someone revealed that you won the heroine of "War? Sex" by relying on unspoken rules. Is this true?" A man wearing black sunglasses asked with a long microphone and pointed it at Yan Aoan.

"What is "War? Sex"?" Yan Aoan asked in confusion. In fact, she wanted to ask, what are the hidden rules?

"It's Director Long's new film. It seems that the crew's confidentiality work was indeed done well before, and even the heroine didn't know the title. Now the audience is very concerned about how Miss Yan got this role." A capable girl also handed over the microphone and asked quickly.

"This, you might as well ask Director Long himself." Yan Aonan said in a humble and arrogant manner, and his face still had a calm smile. Someone must know his own movements and would like to create problems.

"So which of the rumors about your relationship with the head of Longshi Jewelry and the president of Datong Group are true? Or are they playing with these brothers in their hands like the rumors." A young female reporter asked in a gunpowder smell, not knowing whether it was because of the dissatisfaction with the waiting here in the morning or the jealousy that women should have when they were involved in both of the two romantic figures.

"You said it was a rumor, so why do you come and ask me?" Yan Aoan said calmly with a smile: "But speaking of it, they really have the capital to play with others." Yan Aoan added with some intent, the female reporter was so angry that her face turned pale. Is she hinting that she has no capital?

"Actually, what everyone is interested in is who will capture your heart?" A man in glasses asked skillfully. He was the same as most people, and he felt that the woman in front of him had climbed a high point.

"There is nothing between me and them." There is indeed nothing like relationship between men and women. Yan Aonan said the truth helplessly. Unfortunately, no one would believe it. Even those who think so would have to create some topics.

In such a noisy scene, A Jin had habitually hidden as a backdrop for passers-by. Murong Wenshan, who had always had a very presence, frowned his beautiful sword eyebrows, clenched his fists and loosened them. He was a little unsure. He used his fists and feet to put down the people with slight hostility in front of him, and would he be included in the ranks of abnormal people?

With a star-like gaze on the face of the woman in front of him, he responded with distant and politeness. He was a little confused. Judging from Yan Aoan's skill on the ladder, it was easy to avoid communicating with these people. Why did he waste time here? He couldn't help but say, "Miss Yan, aren't we leaving yet?"

The ignorant eyes, with perseverance and courage, handsome facial features, and national style attire, the most important thing is the familiarity between him and Yan Aoan, which makes everyone professionally smell the smell of love. After the scandal was exposed, their whereabouts were confusing, and they showed off their low-key appearance with a handsome alien.

Yan Aonan can naturally understand what those eyes that are emitting light mean. Although the Tang Dynasty does not have a special profession like "Entertainment Journal", she has fully experienced their power in the entertainment industry in modern times. She understands what it means. Her tongue is the softest part of a human body, but it can pierce the hard spine.

"It's not easy for you to wait late at night. Why not go home early and take a shower and go to bed." Yan Ao Nan said calmly. Just when the crowd was about to move because they suddenly found a handsome guy, suddenly a harsh brake sounded in the quiet night. People looked away and their eyes were uncomfortable by the strong lights.

He covered the light with his hands and saw the tall beauty in professional outfit waved to Yan Aoan enthusiastically. Yan Aoan was a little stunned and walked towards her. In order to get rid of those annoying reporters, the three of them got into the spacious luxury car in an orderly manner.

Liberated from the president's office with a very cold aura, even if it was a chore of picking up people in the early morning when the cold weather came, HEBE smiled happily: "Miss Yan, thank you all the hard work, I have arranged a hotel for you."

Yan Aoan naturally didn't have to worry about why the people of Datong were so powerful. Thinking of the reporters' appearance like wolves and tigers, he felt that it seemed not convenient to go to Chen Yaya's community now, so he responded: "That's really a trouble for you, thank you."

"The company has booked a hotel for us, so you might as well send us here directly." A Jin finally found an opportunity to show his presence.

"Do you think I'm like a coachman?" HEBE smiled sweetly, with a strong resentment in her bones. Ajin couldn't help but tremble. He followed the young master behind him for many years, and his chances of contacting people were not frequent, let alone such a tigress wearing a professional beauty cloak.

"Then...then..." He was so guilty that he couldn't make a sound, and he really didn't think he could give HEBE any advice.
Chapter completed!