However, Zhao Zhao couldn't bear to look at it and couldn't help but retort a few words. It's just that men and women rarely win when they quarrel, especially the woman who is like a shrew, and her words come out no matter how unpleasant they are.

An Mei vented all the resentment that had been accumulated in her stomach for so long. She felt much better. She stepped on her high heels and walked directly towards the door, apparently wanting to go out.

Zhao Zhao immediately said, "Miss An, didn't the boss tell you not to..."

Before he could finish his words, An Mei interrupted him rudely. She snorted coldly and said, "What do you want me to ask for? I promised Fu Yuan that he wouldn't mess around and he would never mess around. You'd better be optimistic about Su Wuwei." , I have to go to the toilet."

Zhao Zhao had just been scolded by An Mei, and he was already full of anger. When he thought that An Mei did not dare to mess around under Fu Yuan's nose, he felt relieved and allowed An Mei to go out. .

On the other hand, Fu Yuan adjusted his appearance in front of the bathroom mirror. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he took a deep breath and headed towards the conference room with a firm gaze.

The door of the conference room was not closed tightly. Through the crack in the door, he saw employees distributing water one by one to the reporters present. The huge conference room was actually full of people, almost everyone holding a SLR.

He raised his hand and pushed open the door of the conference room. The sound was not loud, but the eyes of the people in the room immediately followed him, and the flashlights came as promised.

Fu Yuan never felt dazzling when he faced the sun, but the flashlights in front of him almost hit his face directly, and they were even more dazzling than the sun.

Even so, his expression management is still in place, and he is still a handsome guy with 360 degrees of blind spots.

Someone once discussed on the Internet that Fu Yuan would not be inferior even if he stood with celebrities. There were even many girls clamoring for Fu Yuan to make his debut every day.

He raised his right hand and waved as a greeting to the reporters, then raised his steps slightly, walked to the top of the conference table and stood there with his head held high.

Just listen to him saying to the reporters, "No matter what the reason is for you to come here, I welcome you, but I have a request. If you want to report what I am going to say, then you must report it in full length. If Fu Yuan Lawyers Club will never tolerate taking words out of context and intercepting phrases that can easily cause misunderstanding."

His words were polite and tough. It was not the first time for many reporters to deal with Fu Yuan. Everyone also had a certain understanding of Attorney Fu's behavior, so many people nodded quickly to express their understanding.

Fu Yuan nodded with satisfaction and sat down in his place.

He adjusted the height of the microphone in front of his seat, nodded to the people present, and then spoke again, "If I guessed correctly, you are here in response to the so-called Y-photos of my fiancée that suddenly appeared on the Internet. Is it from here?”

A reporter couldn't help it and asked anxiously, "Lawyer Fu, are you already engaged?"

Fu Yuan stretched out his hand and pressed it in the air, signaling the other party to calm down. He continued, "Please wait for me to finish my statement first. I will leave time for you to ask questions later."

The reporters in the room instantly fell silent. Everyone's eyes fell on Fu Yuan, wanting to see what he would say.

Facing dozens of SLRs, Fu Yuan's expression remained calm. He said calmly, "I have seen some pictures on the Internet and have confirmed that they are not my fiancée Su Wuwei. I hereby solemnly declare that I will definitely trace them. In the end, please ask the person who uploaded the malicious photos to the Internet to surrender, otherwise I will definitely defend my rights to the end."

Everyone in the audience was shocked. No one expected that Fu Yuan's words would be so direct and tough. People like them, who are always looking for topics, contradictions and conflicts, didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

For a moment, the huge conference room was silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

I don’t know how long it took, but a reporter finally said cautiously, "Mr. Fu, you call Miss Su Wuwei your fiancée. Are you already engaged?"

"Not yet, but I..."

However, before Fu Yuan finished speaking, the door of the conference room was pushed open again, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on the door.

When they found out that the person coming was Fu Yuan's ex-wife An Mei, the conference room instantly became lively. Everyone rushed forward, wanting to take more photos and be the first to ask the questions on their mind.

No one was in the mood to listen to what Fu Yuan had to say. What everyone was thinking was that with An Mei coming, they finally didn't have to worry about running out of topics to talk about. The public opinion about this Y-photo shoot would only continue to ferment.

An Mei's waist-length hair was pulled aside to cover half of her face. The exposed half of her face was exquisitely made up and had a pitiful expression that made me feel pity for her.

With one hand on her hip, she stood deftly at the door and let the reporters take pictures. When the flash finally stopped, she walked straight forward towards Fu Yuan, regardless of whether there was anyone in front of her.

All the reporters who stood between her and Fu Yuan obediently gave way to her. She twisted her waist and walked towards Fu Yuan step by step. She still had a pitiful expression on her face, but her eyes were shining with a crazy light.

Fu Yuan's face had completely sunk. He looked at her silently, trying to drive her away with his eyes.

But An Mei turned a blind eye to his look, and took the initiative to hold Fu Yuan's hand when she walked to him. Of course, Fu Yuan threw her away mercilessly.

Even so, the smile on An Mei's face did not drop at all. She leaned into Fu Yuan's ear and whispered, "If you don't want reporters to know that Su Wuwei is in your office right now, then don't let me Shame on you, otherwise I don’t know what I would have said.”

Fu Yuan's body stiffened instantly. He glared at An Mei as if he was looking at his enemy for several generations. You could clearly see the veins beside his neck pulsing, as if they might explode at any time.

An Mei was not afraid of his expression at all. She put her red lips close to Fu Yuan's ear and said like a lover's whisper, "If these reporters know that Su Wuwei is here, I'm afraid they will stay there all day." If you don't leave here, it will be Su Wuwei who will be hurt."

Seeing that the expression on Fu Yuan's face relaxed, An Mei felt more and more proud, and her tone of voice became more intimate, "Don't worry, I promise not to talk nonsense."

Fu Yuan took a step back and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "If you dare to let Su Wuwei get hurt, I will make you pay double the price."

These words were a simple and crude threat, but An Mei laughed happily as if she had heard sweet words. She walked to Fu Yuan and stood next to him without saying anything, as if she was advancing and retreating with him.

This time Fu Yuan did not retreat, but his face became even more indifferent, with the words "Keep strangers away" written on his face.