President Gao Leng's little wife

As soon as the two of them went out, another group of people cheered and surrounded them at the door. They must have heard the news. Yan Zihao couldn't hold her hand, so he rushed into the crowd while pulling her arm.

The crowd was getting more and more crowded, he carefully protected Xia Yuluo, the two of them ran in front, and the reporters behind were chasing after them.

"This way!" He saw an alley next to him sharply, and he couldn't help but turn in, pulling her along.

It was a dark and deep alley, and as soon as she entered, there was a pungent smell. Xia Yuluo frowned, and covered her mouth with a big hand in time.

Yan Zihao wrapped her in his arms in an extremely imaginative gesture, the two held their breaths, and the group of reporters rushed over from the alley that was very close to them.

She was nestled in the arms of the man beside him, and the man pressed her firmly on his chest. The smell that was closer to the pungent smell was the smell of his perfume.

Listening to the man's violent heartbeat, she didn't dare to move, she couldn't breathe, and the two quietly hid in the corner of the wall, the distance was extremely close, just a breath away.

The noise outside gradually died down, and she was really strangled by him, so she patted his arm, signaling him to let go, and then he smiled apologetically and put down his hand.

Xia Yuluo rubbed her arm, and when she lowered her head, the broken hair on her forehead fell down inadvertently.

There is only a tall nose bridge and a silhouette formed by long eyelashes, like beautiful butterfly wings, and then there are bright red lips, slender neck, white to pure white.

Yan Zihao couldn't take his eyes off her, he lowered his head as if possessed, and slowly approached that red lip.

Seeing that the other party hadn't spoken for a long time, she raised her head suspiciously, but suddenly found that the man opposite had reached the point where her breath could be sprayed on her face.

Startled, she slammed to the side, cleverly dodged the opponent's attack, and then pushed him gently: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zihao's eyes froze for a moment, and he became clear again. He touched his head and smiled awkwardly: "I just remembered a scene in the play, and I got a little into the play, I'm sorry."

Xia Yuluo smiled, didn't care, and walked out of the alley.

The man beside him has always been polite and sent her to the company, but when he looked at her back, there were some emotions in it that he couldn't see clearly.

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At night, Xia Yuluo was busy with the promotion of the new manuscript and the play, unaware that the outside world had already heated up the matter between her and Yan Zihao.

When she got home, she just opened the door when she saw one big and one small sitting on the sofa, watching TV very quietly.

She was very surprised: "Why is it so quiet today?"

She muttered something in a low voice, took off her coat, put down the bag in her hand, and walked over.

Lu Xiaoying was sitting next to the little guy, and the two of them were watching TV intently. She looked at the extraordinarily well-behaved little guy again, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you so cute today?"

"The newly popular young student Yan Zihao was photographed eating at a restaurant with his screenwriter today, during which they behaved intimately. The relationship between the two is very close. Neither side has come forward to confirm..."

Xia Yuluo had just taken a sip of water, but when she heard the report on TV, she spat it all out with a "poof".

The little guy also pointed to the camera secretly shot by the reporter on TV, and he looked her up and down: "Mom, that person looks like you!"