Just as Yan Jingrong and Yan Zhihan were discussing indignantly, Yan Qingluo's phone rang.

It was Jiang Ziyu’s agent who called.

"Mr. Yan, let's hold a press conference this afternoon to clarify that the person in the photo is not Xiao Jiang. Will you ... come?" Agent Zhang has always been respectful to Yan Qingluo for the sake of money.

"Okay, I'll go over now." There was no emotion in Yan Qingluo's cold voice.

"Okay. Oh, by the way, the company entrance is full of reporters now. Let me know when you arrive and I will pick you up." The agent didn't expect Yan Qingluo to agree so readily.

"Okay, sorry for the trouble." Yan Qingluo stood up and said to his two brothers who were sharpening their knives, "I'm going to the company."

Then, without waiting for the two to react, Yan Qingluo disappeared.

The press conference scene.

"Dear journalist friends, thank you for your concern for Jiang Ziyu. The reason for holding this press conference today is mainly to clarify that the pornographic photos that have been leaked recently are photoshopped online. They are not of Jiang Ziyu and President Yan at all."

"You say it's not true? Do you have any basis for it?"

"Yeah, we have to show some evidence!"

“We all talk about pictures.”

"Mr. Jiang and Miss Yan, don't you have any explanation for this?"

...

The reporters in the audience were relentless.

"Zi Yu, didn't you say you could prove it? Come here." The agent waved his hand, motioning Jiang Zi Yu to come up.

In an instant, everyone in the audience focused their eyes on Jiang Ziyu.

Jiang Ziyu was seen standing on the stage, lowering his head to unbutton his shirt one by one, and silently taking off his shirt.

His strong chest muscles and eight-pack abs were fully exposed in front of everyone, causing the female reporters in the audience to scream continuously.

Then he turned around and there was an exclamation from the audience.

A scar running from the right shoulder to the left waist is eye-catching on the tight and well-proportioned back muscles.

When Yan Qingluo saw the scar, his head suddenly ached.

A vague memory came into my mind, but I couldn't remember any details.

Her ears were filled with noisy screams, and in a trance, she heard a hoarse "Run!" ...

Her head was throbbing with pain and the screams made her feel upset. She shook her head desperately, trying to get rid of the noisy noise.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of dizziness came over Yan Qingluo, and her head felt very heavy. She kept falling, and just when she was about to hit the ground, a figure rushed over and picked up her light body.

"Isn't this Mr. Mu from Muling Entertainment? Why is he here?"

"Yes, does Muling Entertainment have any cooperation projects with Great World Entertainment?"

"Look, is that Mr. Yan in his arms? Mr. Yan seems to have fainted ... "

"Are you really dizzy or are you pretending?"

"Jiang Ziyu said the person in the photo is not him, could it be President Mu?"

"Hush, don't say that, or the Kaguya Group will kill you."

"It seems that Yan Qingluo and President Mu have a close relationship!"

...

While everyone was discussing heatedly, Mu Ye had already carried Yan Qingluo into his Rolls-Royce and sped to Quecheng Supreme Hotel.

"Ask Gu Yunchuan to come to the Supreme Hotel." Mu Ye's voice was filled with annoyance.

While driving, Dong Yu dialed Gu Yunchuan's number on the smart screen.

Mu Ye looked down at Yan Qingluo who was curled up in his arms. The irritability in his eyes gradually faded away, and tenderness slowly emerged.

At this moment, Yan Qingluo was cute and well-behaved, without her usual cold and aloof temperament. She was like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale, so beautiful that it was unrealistic and made people want to touch her.

Mu Ye stared at Yan Qingluo unscrupulously, from his long, slightly curled, thick eyelashes, to his tall, pointed nose, to his rosy, soft, slightly pouty lips, down to his slender, white, delicate neck, and then down ...

He recalled the ecstasy of that night again, and lowered his head lower and lower, and a refreshing fragrance came to his face ...

After Dong Yu finished talking to Gu Yunchuan on the phone, he glanced at the back seat through the rearview mirror and almost dropped his jaw in shock.

President Mu was leaning over and staring at Miss Yan's lips with burning eyes. The distance between them was almost negligible.

Mu, what does Mr. Mu want to do?

Artificial respiration? Not really. More like taking advantage of someone's misfortune!

When Miss Yan wakes up and finds out what President Mu did, she will make a huge fuss!

Dong Yu was on high alert the whole way, fearing that Miss Yan would wake up and catch President Mu, and then her anger would affect him.

Finally they arrived at the Supreme Hotel. Gu Yunchuan was already waiting in the lobby. When he saw Mu Ye holding someone in his arms, his pupils tightened and he followed him into the room.

"Fainted? How could he suddenly faint ... " Gu Yunchuan said nervously. After seeing the person that Mu Ye had gently placed on the bed, he almost screamed, "Yan Qingluo?!"

Turning to look at Mu Ye, he looked as if it was a matter of course and had no intention of explaining anything. He just urged, "Hurry and look."

Gu Yunchuan swallowed his shock alive. Since he didn't say anything, he didn't ask.

The first rule of family doctors is never to interfere in their employer’s family affairs.

"Overwork, hypoglycemia." After a professional operation, Gu Yunchuan uttered a few words indifferently.

Mu Ye frowned, "Overworked?"

"She is the fourth daughter of the Yan family. Why should she be so tired?"

"Does she need to do any physical work?"

"She has bodyguards and servants. Is there anything else she needs to do personally?"

Mu Ye asked several questions in one breath.

Gu Yunchuan was speechless, and he didn't dare to confront her head-on. He could only roll his eyes secretly and said innocently, "The diagnosis is hypoglycemia."

"She's overworked?! What kind of disease is this?"

Gu Yunchuan gave Yan Qingluo a glucose drip, raised his head and said calmly, "This is not really a disease, it may be due to too much exercise ... "

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Mu Ye, frowning, "What kind of exercise are you doing?"

Gu Yunchuan looked aggrieved, "How should I know? I'm a doctor, not a detective."

A hint of anger flashed across Mu Ye's eyes, perhaps even he himself didn't notice it.

Gu Yunchuan looked puzzled, wondering in his heart why he was still angry. This was what would happen if he over-fitted or over-exercised.

In fact, he didn't know that Young Master Mu's mind was already filled with something and he was hopeless.

Over there at the press conference.

Since Jiang Ziyu had already proved his innocence, and the matter was related to Mu Ye, the president of the Hyuga Group, the matter was dropped.

Those reporters were afraid of President Mu's ruthless measures and dared not continue to report the incident. After all, saving their jobs was nothing, saving their lives was more important.

"I'll leave first. If nothing unexpected happens, he will wake up in half an hour at most." Gu Yunchuan didn't want to face Yan Qingluo, and Mu Ye seemed to be in a bad mood today, so he left in a hurry.