"Didn't Yan Qingluo return to China? Didn't you go to the airport to block her?" Liu Yaru held the phone and questioned the reporter on the other end.

"We went there, but we didn't see her," the reporter said weakly.

"How could I not have seen her? She must have come back on the same flight as Jiang Ziyu!"

"I only saw Jiang Ziyu at the airport, but not Yan Qingluo. Did he get the news and run away?"

"Run away? Where else can she run to if she's at the airport?" Liu Yaru was already anxious.

"We guarded every entrance to the airport, but Jiang Ziyu was the only one who got off the plane. She was definitely not there."

"How is that possible? She has clearly returned from M. Has she also visited Yan's Villa and Pingquan Bay?" Liu Yaru walked back and forth in the room.

"Our people have been guarding the Yan family villa and the gate of Pingquan Bay, but we haven't seen her come back. So let's leave it at that for now, Miss Liu. Tell me if you have any news."

Liu Yaru hung up the call with the reporter and called Nanxun again.

"Brother Xun, do you know where else Yan Qingluo can go if he doesn't return to Quecheng? The reporters just told me that they didn't see Yan Qingluo." Liu Yaru's innocent and aggrieved voice sounded.

"I don't know!" Nan Xun answered absentmindedly.

"Brother Xun, think about it again. The reporter didn't see Yan Qingluo at the airport."

"She wouldn't have gone to Kyoto, would she? I heard that she bought a house in Kyoto. Could she be hiding in Kyoto?" Nan Xun's voice was a little weak, revealing a strong sense of fatigue.

"Kyoto? Where is the house she bought in Kyoto?"

"I don't know about that."

However, Nan Xun had no intention of helping Liu Yaru find Yan Qingluo's whereabouts. He was already immersed in the audio and couldn't get out. He had heard this voice several times since then. It was so charming. He really wanted to listen to it live.

"Brother Xun, what are you doing? Are you okay?" Liu Yaru heard a muffled hum and thought Nan Xun was injured.

"No ... um ... it's okay, hang up now." Nan Xun quickly hung up the phone.

Liu Yaru's nails were about to dig into her flesh, and her cheeks were slightly red with anger. "Yan Qingluo, do you think you can be alright if you hide? I must make you look bad this time! And what's wrong with Brother Xun? He didn't help me with such a good opportunity this time. Who else knows where Yan Qingluo is hiding?"

In fact, many reporters already know where Yan Qingluo lives in Kyoto.

"Hello." Yan Qingluo's voice was still filled with ambiguous hoarseness after he just woke up.

"Qingluo, there are a lot of reporters at the entrance of the community, don't come out yet." Lin Muxin said breathlessly, as if he had run a long way.

"Oh." Yan Qingluo responded calmly, as if these reporters were not coming for her.

"I cooked some food at home yesterday. You can heat it up today. There is milk in the refrigerator. You can heat it up in the pot when you drink it ... "

"Yeah." Yan Qingluo turned the phone to speakerphone and let Lin Muxin chatter on the other end of the phone.

She slowly stood up, stretched, got out of bed and walked to the window.

Through the curtains, she saw a few furtive reporters who had sneaked into the community at the gate.

"How do they know where I live?" Yan Qingluo was a little confused.

Lin Muxin would never reveal her information, Yu Lang?

It's not very likely. Yu Lang looks heartless, but he actually has eight hundred thoughts in his mind, and he won't tell anyone.

Mu Ye?

It's even more impossible. How dare those reporters get information from him?

Someone who has a grudge against her and knows where she lives.

Sheng Ziqiao?

I guess so.

It is very likely that Liu Yaru found Sheng Ziqiao and got her address.

The most urgent task is not to let reporters know that she lives with Lin Muxin, otherwise she will never be able to clear herself even if she jumps into the Yellow River.

She didn't care, as she had always had many rumored boyfriends. But Lin Muxin would definitely not be happy about it, as it would affect both her reputation and her life.

Ding Ling Ling ...

The phone rang again.

Yan Qingluo thought it was Lin Muxin calling again, so he walked over slowly.

It’s Mu Ye.

"Go to my house!" Before Yan Qingluo could open his mouth, he heard Mu Ye's urgent order.

"Huh?" Yan Qingluo was a little confused. Wasn't he in Country M?

"Go to my house, quick. The password is ... "

"Remember."

Yan Qingluo suddenly came to her senses. Even if the reporters blocked her door, she would not be able to find her if she hid at Mu Ye's house.

"Okay, thanks." Yan Qingluo quickly packed up, took some food and fled to the nearby 801.

Ding Dong.

Yan Qingluo jumped up from the sofa. Why? Someone came to visit Mu Ye’s house?

She approached the smart screen of the door lock cautiously, and on the screen a handsome face with an anxious look was staring at the door.

"Mu Ye?"

He came back so soon!

Yan Qingluo opened the door and stuck his head out excitedly, "Why are you back? Is Mu Wan discharged from the hospital?"

Mu Ye stretched out a big hand, pushed back Yan Qingluo's sticking out little head, and stepped in.

"Are you okay?" Mu Ye held Yan Qingluo, unable to hide the worry on his face.

Yan Qingluo was stunned. Did he really care about her that much? Was he afraid that if they became a fake couple, it would affect his reputation?

"It's fine for now." Yan Qingluo hesitated for a moment, then said, "You can go back on your word about the agreement."

Yan Qingluo would not force anyone, especially when facing Mu Ye.

"What do you regret?" Mu Ye reacted immediately, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth in an instant, "I regret it, I do regret it."

Yan Qingluo stared at him blankly, and then heard him continue, "Why don't we announce our relationship today? After all, I'm the male protagonist in the audio."

"You ... how do you know? Did you hear it?" Yan Qingluo suddenly felt extremely ashamed for some reason, and a blush appeared on his face.

"I've heard it more than once." Mu Ye smiled viciously.

Yan Qingluo quickly turned her head, jumped onto the sofa and covered her head with a pillow. She really wanted to find a crack to crawl into!

"I've even listened to it live, why are you still shy?" Seeing her shy look, Mu Ye wanted to tease her even more.

"Mu Ye, stop talking!" Yan Qingluo almost shouted.

"How about we do it again ... "

"don't want!"

Yan Qingluo couldn't understand why his conversations with Mu Ye always went astray.

The reporters did not squat to see Yan Qingluo, so they began to use their imagination freely.

The next day, all the news was about Yan Qingluo's various romantic stories. No matter how hard Yan's public relations tried to suppress them, they kept popping up again.

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#Beauty CEO's new love exposed#

#Realistic Male Cinderella#

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All the articles have one thing in common: the names of Yan Qingluo and Jiang Ziyu are not mentioned at all, but every word and sentence says that they are having an affair.