Three days later, in the early morning, Quecheng, Yan’s villa.

"Xiao Si, what's going on?" Yan Chongguang looked at the eye-catching title on the tablet: The fourth young lady of the Yan family has a chaotic private life!

Yan Qingluo slowly put down the milk in his hand and said honestly, "I went to the Yu family to attend the banquet that day. My dress broke halfway through, so I borrowed clothes from a friend."

Yan Chongguang was instantly blinded by the cute little granddaughter in front of him, and said angrily, "Find out which magazine reporter wrote this and revoke his professional qualifications!"

Yan Qingluo silently picked up the milk and continued to drink it elegantly and calmly.

"If you borrow someone's clothes, remember to wash them and return them to them. I see that the clothes are quite expensive." Yan Chongguang reminded.

"Yeah." Yan Qingluo nodded obediently.

Yan Chongguang's words reminded Yan Qingluo that she had already packed the clothes, but she just hadn't found a chance to deliver them to him yet.

After breakfast, Yan Qingluo returned to his room and took out a clean and ironed shirt and suit jacket from the closet.

How should I return it to him?

Otherwise, give it to Yulang and let Yulang help him.

No, Yu Lang will definitely see that news, and when it comes to that person, who knows what new story will come out.

Lin Muxin ... doesn't seem suitable either.

Jiang Ziyu, if we talk about reliable people, it is only Jiang Ziyu.

Yan Qingluo picked up the phone and was about to call Jiang Ziyu when Yu Lang's call came in.

"Yan Qingluo, what have you done?" Yu Lang's voice was so loud that even when the volume of the phone was turned down to the lowest level, it still felt loud enough.

"What?" Yan Qingluo responded coldly.

"That piece of news, you have a new love? Who is the owner of that dress?"

See, it’s a good thing I didn’t plan to ask him to help return the clothes.

"No one."

"Yan Qingluo, don't fool me. That dress is custom-made by the famous designer JJ. There are only a few people in the country or even the world who can afford it. Don't make me go through the trouble of looking it up. Hurry up and tell me directly!"

"You have this spirit of inquiry, so why don't you do something else?" Yan Qingluo said coldly.

"Oh, by the way, the owner's name is embroidered on the cuffs of the clothes. Wait for me to enlarge the photo and take a look!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, probably because he was looking at the photos.

"Hey, Yan Qingluo, why are you hiding your hands under your armpits? They are completely blocked."

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up." Yan Qingluo didn't want to waste any more time with him. He wanted to send the clothes back sooner so that he could have no more worries.

"Hey, don't hang up ... "

"Jiang Ziyu, do me a favor." Yan Qingluo decisively hung up Yu Lang and then called Jiang Ziyu.

"good."

"Come and pick me up from Grandpa's place."

"good."

"You're going to join the crew this afternoon. Where are you going now?" Jiang Ziyu's agent saw Jiang Ziyu leaving in a hurry and chased after him, shouting anxiously.

"Jiang Ziyu, believe it or not, I called President Yan and President Yan said that you have to listen to me while you are here. Jiang Ziyu, come back!" Seeing that Jiang Ziyu didn't even turn his head, the agent shouted angrily.

"Mr. Yan, it's me. Jiang Ziyu left by himself just now. Hey, it was you who called him. Okay, I saw he left in a hurry and was worried that something had happened to him. You are busy now. Bye." The agent indeed complained very quickly.

Yan Qingluo packed his clothes carefully, then suddenly remembered Yu Lang's words. He took out his clothes and looked at the cuffs carefully.

Sure enough, I saw an embroidered word "Night" on the inside of the cuff.

My heart tightened for no apparent reason.

Inside the Huiye Building, Dong Yu was looking at the news headlines with trepidation: The fourth daughter of the Yan family has a chaotic private life? !

These reporters are really ...

Can you just post this casually? If President Mu saw this, he would definitely be in a bad mood. If President Mu is unhappy, then he will be the most direct victim!

"Dong Yu." Mu Ye's voice came from behind, scaring Dong Yu so much that he shivered and almost dropped the tablet on the ground.

By the time he reacted and wanted to close the news page, it was too late.

Mu Ye glanced at the photo in the news and recognized Yan Qingluo at a glance.

"What are you looking at?" There was obvious anxiety in the hoarse voice.

"Nothing ... nothing." Dong Yu struggled tremblingly before his death.

"Take it out!" Mu Ye shouted.

"Mu, Mu ... Mr. Mu, don't be fooled by what is written in the news. Miss Yan definitely didn't ... Well, this must be slander ... " Dong Yu didn't even believe what he said.

The men's shirt and suit covered his body, and his bare legs and fluffy and messy hair clearly revealed something.

There's something wrong no matter how you look at it. Why should he bear the consequences for other people's mistakes?

However, Dong Yu's worries were unnecessary. He waited quietly for a long time and did not hear any sound of anything falling, so he cautiously raised his head tentatively.

Mu is always ... smiling?

He rubbed his eyes hard and really smiled!

You won’t be mad, will you?

Mu Ye stared at the photo intently.

His clothes, those are his clothes.

It was his clothes that were pressed against her body.

Mu Ye could no longer control her heartbeat. Seeing his clothes wrapped around her slender body, it was as if he was hugging her.

Mu Ye stared at the photo on the news for more than ten minutes, and smiled foolishly at the photo for more than ten minutes.

If he continues like this, Dong Yu will call 120 for an ambulance.

"Dong Yu, investigate the reporter who wrote this news, remove him from the industry, and cripple both of his hands." Mu Ye said in a deep voice.

After listening to these cruel and dangerous speeches, Dong Yu actually felt relieved.

That’s right, this is President Mu!

At least, this proves that Mr. Mu is not crazy.

Ding ... there is a message.

"arrive."

It’s news from Jiang Ziyu.

Yan Qingluo ran downstairs and rushed out the door.

"Jiang Ziyu, let's go. Kyoto, Kaguya Building." Yan Qingluo almost jumped into the car.

Yan Qingluo lowered his head and swiped his phone, finally stopping the interface on Mu Ye's phone number.

The girl's pretty face showed a trace of loneliness. She stared at the phone number for a long time, and finally swiped away and found Dong Yu's phone number.

"Hello, Miss Yan, are you looking for Mr. Mu? He ... "

"I'm looking for you." Yan Qingluo threw out a few words, and his cold voice sounded a little more distant on the phone.

"Oh, oh, you ... what's the matter with you? How can I help you?" Dong Yu on the other end of the phone was obviously nervous and at a loss.

"Meet downstairs at Kaguya Building in half an hour. I need you to pass something to President Mu for me."

"Okay ... Okay, how about I tell Mr. Mu and you give it to him directly ... "

"No, just pass it to him for me, thank you!"

He probably wouldn't want to see her! After all, she wasn't even allowed near his family.

Yan Qingluo suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart was pierced by a thin thread.

She clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her flesh, trying to distract from the pain in her heart, but it didn't help at all.