Fang Shuye was surrounded by reporters when he got off work.

He patiently introduced the fire in the hotel. When one of the reporters asked about his new girlfriend, Fang Shuye said, "Nothing can be told!"

"Have Mr. Fang received a wedding invitation from a couple about your ex-wife Miss Ye Xingcheng's engagement?"

Fang Shuye hates this matter the most. He really wants to tell the reporter that Ye Xingcheng is his.

"I haven't heard of this yet, nor do I know any invitations."

Fang Shuye made a stop expression and turned around and walked towards his sports car. However, the reporter was obviously not going to let him go, and kept bombarding him around. When he kept silent, the spotlight flashed again.

Fang Shuye opened the car door, and the reporter blocked the car door again. Fang Shuye signaled him to get out of the way, and he put the interview equipment at his mouth.

"Get out of the way-" He got angry, but the reporter still smiled slightly and mentioned a lot of gossip. Fang Shuye pushed him away, and the reporter had another disgusting question, "It is rumored that Mr. Fang's new girlfriend is your subordinate staff. I wonder if she is your secretary Miss Lin?"

"Nothing like this."

Fang Shuye warned, and the reporter attacked again, "Someone witnessed your living with Miss Lin..."

Fang Shuye didn't know how this gossip was created. When the reporter blocked the car door and still had no bottom line, Fang Shuye punched him.

Some reporters watching from a distance saw information and the cameras were aimed at them one after another. The reporter seemed to have a very professional sentiment and became confused again. Fang Shuye tried to call the police. The reporter reached out to stop him. Fang Shuye dodged. The reporter's eyes flashed and he fisted. Fang Shuye felt a pain in his cheek. The anger came up, grabbed the reporter's collar and knocked the reporter to the ground.

After a while, the police took the two of them away. After inquiring, Fang Shuye and his lawyer left the police station, but the reporter had no relevant documents at all, but was just a paparazzi.

The person is popular and there are many troubles. Fang Shuye's face is colorful, and the corners of his lips are bruised, and he is breathing without hesitation.

Ye Xingcheng only heard about this when she arrived at the hotel. She found Fang Shuye, who was discussing the prosecution with her lawyer.

"It's better to see a doctor first, and it's so hurt..." Ye Xingcheng was both anxious and worried. After all, many scandals were related to her.

"No need for a little injury!" Fang Shuye hid out and continued to communicate with the lawyer.

Ye Xingcheng was left aside, and she didn't say anything when she saw him angrily.

Later, when he left, Fang Shuye's eyes were still haze, and he walked forward with great strides and ignored her at all, and she could hardly keep up. "Shuye..." she called apologetically.

Fang Shuye gritted his teeth, but Ye Xingcheng ran to him with a look of guilt.

"Don't you want to take care of your fiancé patient? What do you do if you are emotionally ill-inducing strangers like me?" Fang Shu left her angrily.

Ye Xingcheng's back stiffened, saying that she was not feeling well. The unhappiness she encountered at Zheng Yuan today forced her to admit that his blame was right.

After returning to his residence, Fang Shuye always had a stern face and said nothing.

Ye Xingcheng blamed himself infinitely and took ice from the refrigerator, hoping to help him relieve the swelling.

"I'm sorry, it's me that I'm wrong, I blame you..." She stuttered, "Come on, I'll help you with medicine, otherwise I won't be able to go to work tomorrow."

Fang Shuye did not speak, but fell on the sofa gloomy and closed his eyes, while the two horizontal eyebrows were still full of anger and blame.

Ye Xingcheng moved silently, walked to the sofa, and leaned over to help him apply medicine.

The smell of medicine spread out, with the woman's gentle emotions, carefully smearing on his lips softly, disintegrating his toughness bit by bit.

He was helpless. He could not refuse her breath and could not make up his mind to break free from this relationship that had tortured him for many years. He felt that as Peter Liu said, he was really helpless.

"Are you better?" she asked him with concern.

He didn't want to be so useless. Although he wanted to pull her into his arms and ask for her overly stingy care, his self-esteem and the unsweetened anger made him push her away, "Go and care about your mature Minister Zheng, I don't want you to care!"

Ye Xingcheng's fingers were trembling with these words. These dark clouds were always in the world of the two. Ye Xingcheng took a deep breath and went to the kitchen alone to do what a woman should do.

In her heart, she had a clear and clear relationship with him.

Youya blessed Shuye, and she vaguely felt that Youya knew her existence.
Chapter completed!