A group of reporters rushed up, some from the elevator and some from the emergency exit. The hotel's security couldn't stop them at all.
Bang!
The door of 801 was directly knocked open.
Yan Zhenzhen was lying on the sofa, her upper body was disheveled, and lying on her body was Louis, who had taken off his shirt. The two of them were close to each other.
The reporters rushed in. They didn't expect to see such an exciting scene. They were dumbfounded for a moment. Then they reacted and flashed at the two people on the sofa.
Louis was lying on his stomach, his body was weak, and he was as unable to move as Yan Zhenzhen.
The reporters kept talking to each other, but did not notice anything strange between the two of them. They just thought that the two of them were trying to avoid the camera. They asked sharp questions one after another, and neither of them on the sofa responded.
The hotel's security guard followed closely and was a little shocked when he saw the situation on the sofa. Due to Yan Zhenzhen's identity, he drove the reporters out first.
"Miss Yan, what is your relationship with this gentleman?"
"You just appeared on a popular variety show some time ago. Didn't you say that you are getting married soon?"
"Is this gentleman your marriage partner?"
…
The reporters were unwilling to give in. Even if they were driven away, they were still asking questions in an attempt to dig up a shocking scandal.
Yan Zhenzhen couldn't make a sound at all. Seeing the cameras being taken out, she was so angry that her eyes bled, and she wanted to bite Louis into pieces.
off camera
Song Xiang had no expression on his face, took another sip of coffee, and spoke to the air: "The picture is really wonderful."
She sat outside and had no intention of leaving.
After the reporters left, it was time for the person from the Yan family who handled the matter to come. She had to see who was handling the matter.
If it were Mr. Yan...
Song Xiang couldn't help but clenched her hands and her heart was beating loudly. She had done such a big thing, and the fear in her heart was unspeakable. She had to hold on to her stubbornness to stay calm.
Outside the window, the reporters were all kicked out, but their faces were full of excitement. They were walking hurriedly to their cars, all trying to get the news out as soon as possible.
"Look, there is big news." The waiter saw that Song Xiang was not leaving, so he came over to talk to Song Xiang.
Song Xiang closed the notebook and said with a smile: "This hotel is the birthplace of entertainment news, right?"
"No, Zhao Zhilan was arrested here two days ago?" The waiter clicked his tongue repeatedly, with a gossipy light in his eyes, "But it's useless even if some people are photographed."
She lowered her voice and said to Song Xiang: "I heard that a big boss's girlfriend was photographed before, and the entire hotel was sealed off. All the media who came in were called to talk, and not a single photo was leaked."
Song Xiang twitched the corners of his lips and smiled without saying a word.
She didn't want Yan Zhenzhen to be ruined, she just wanted her to go abroad for two days to relax.
"With so many media outlets, it will take less than 20 minutes to see the news." The waiter's eyes were excited and he was holding his cell phone while waiting for news.
Song Xiang looked out the window and waited quietly. She had a hunch that the person who would handle this matter would be... Yan Han.
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seven forty
Yan Han left midway through the banquet and changed clothes in the suite.
He has long been accustomed to such occasions, but there have been many things going on recently, and being surrounded by several old men toasting is really annoying.
He took off his cufflinks and wanted to change into a shirt, but found that the warmth was not there.
"Zhao Zhe?"
Zhao Zhe heard the voice and quickly opened the door and came in, "Mr. Yan."
"Where's Wen Xin? Didn't you ask her to get me some clothes?" Yan Han said in a bad tone, and his patience with Wen Wen's work efficiency had reached the extreme.
Zhao Zhe didn't know either, so he said, "She seemed to have soiled her clothes, so she went to change them herself."
Yan Han frowned, "Go find it for me."
"OK."
Zhao Zhe closed the door and Yan Han sat on the sofa, feeling even more depressed.
Click, the door was opened from the outside.
Yan Han frowned, thinking that Zhao Zhe was back, and turned his face sideways, "Is something wrong?"
"Mr. Yan." The girl's voice was timid.
Yan Han narrowed his eyes slightly and turned halfway to see the person standing at the door.
Wen Xin was wearing a bathrobe, revealing two fair and beautiful legs, with her hands folded in front of her body, her face was red, and she walked step by step in the direction of Yan Han.
Yan Han stood up, pursed his thin lips tightly, and stared at Wen Xin's face with his eyes.
Wen Xin felt his gaze, her heart beat like a drum, and she was happy that she was on the right track.
Yan Han spoke with a cold voice, "Is this the kind of clothes you went to change into?"
Wen Xin nodded slightly and said in a voice like a gnat: "Do you think it looks good?"
"Good-looking?" Yan Han snorted, his tone deepened, "Do you know where this place is?"
Wen Xin was stunned, raised her head, and looked at Yan Han in confusion.
Yan Han looked at the person in front of him. Her temperament that was somewhat similar to Song Xiang was gone, and her innocence was refined into a shallow yawn. He liked ambitious women, but such a stupid and confident woman who didn't know the importance of things.
, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
"We were invited to attend the opening banquet. Are you here to give me this big gift because you are afraid that others will not have any leverage over me?" The man's eyes were dark, staring at the warm face, and uttered ruthless words.