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The flashes all moved to He Wen's side, and the camera locked on to the four of them, shooting non-stop. The gathered light made He Wen squint his eyes uncomfortably.

People's imagination is always infinite and terrifying. When the reporters and Song Ziyu's fans watched the four men standing together, the invisible aura surrounding them was ambiguous, so a story quickly spread between them. Shaped in the mind.

During the time when He Wen was hidden by New Horizons, he suffered from the slump in his career, so he used various means to throw himself into his arms and was successfully taken care of by the boss of Huasheng Jianming. However, during this period, he lived with his agent Fang Jun due to work reasons. There was an impure relationship between them, and during the filming of "Broken Cocoon", they had an affair with Song Ziyu, a first-line star and junior from the company.

The current situation came about when several people met unexpectedly.

Everyone cleared their minds and looked at He Wen with admiration, contempt, jealousy, anger, and envy.

Someone in the crowd whispered, "He doesn't look so stunning, so why would a good man have something to do with him." There was a contemptuous meaning in the words that could not be ignored.

The female reporter was lowering her head and fiddling with the messy collar of her colleagues who surrounded her before. She was so clueless that she didn't realize that the surrounding atmosphere was wrong in time, and she was still muttering, and the colleagues next to her kept giving She winked and pushed her with her elbow.

The female reporter who raised her head and wanted to complain a few words was shocked when she saw the hint in her colleague's eyes, her face changed, and she forced a stiff smile at He Wen.

Everyone looked at He Wen, and saw that his reaction to these words was not anger, but raised the corners of his lips, and scanned the three people with different expressions one by one, showing interested expressions, "Yeah, I also want to know Why?"

Although she showed a slight smile, she couldn't hide the danger underneath. The inadvertent burst of self-confidence and unruly aura made the female reporter take a few steps back and hide behind several colleagues.

Jian Ming's eyes slowly turned cold, but quickly recovered, and said in a low voice, "Because it's him." When he said this, his eyes kept on He Wen.

The gentleman's smile is like a nobleman living in a portrait. As soon as this handsome mixed-race man opened his mouth, the atmosphere in the field changed subtly.

Frowning, Fang Jun's face was a little gloomy. He Wen, who was close, obviously noticed that his breathing was a little heavier, which was not a good sign.

Song Ziyu's thin lips were only pursed into an arc. He and Shen Cheng have one thing in common, they both quietly make people feel a sense of distance, but Shen Cheng is rigorous and cold, which creates an illusion of arrogance, while He is a bit too solemn and indifferent, with two completely different personalities in and out of the play.

Many actors who have worked with Song Ziyu have privately concluded that his contrast is severe schizophrenia.

He slightly squinted at the female reporter who was trying to lower his sense of presence, and the moment he withdrew his gaze, he paused for a moment on Jian Jian's body, his eyes flicked across the cold light, with a strong sense of hostility, the expression at this moment was captured by He Wen who was next to him Income fundus.

He Wen put his hand in his trouser pocket and touched it, trying to smoke a cigarette, but failed, only then remembered that the cigarette had left on the car.

Lifting his eyelids to look at the people waiting to watch the excitement, he glanced at the three men who were obviously on a certain state of alert, and he frowned, "Childish."

After hearing He Wen's words, the three men remained indifferent, looking at each other with hostile and unfriendly eyes, and would lose their minds and give each other a fatal blow at any time.

Like three wild beasts ready to go, baring their sharp fangs, roaring, ready to fight for their own food.

The more and more whispers in his ears made He Wen's frown deepen, and the expression reflected between his brows can be said to be a little scary, "Fang Jun, go back."

The young man whose name was called was stunned for a moment, then he might have misunderstood something, with hurt emotions appearing in his eyes, he stood still and looked at He Wen fixedly.

"Let's go." He Wen took the lead and walked towards the parking space.

Everyone saw that the young man's face softened for a moment, and he smiled lightly at the other two men like a victor, and followed He Wen's footsteps for a moment.

Joking laughter came from behind, and everyone could still hear the anger in the man's words, "I came here from another place, and you just throw me aside like this?"

"Where did you come from?" Looking back to meet the gentleness that had disappeared from the man's eyes, He Wen raised his eyebrows, with a dangerous aura, he didn't want to see his face on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper.

Jian Jian didn't come here, maybe things wouldn't be so difficult, he now extremely doubts whether this person did it on purpose.

Glancing at Song Ziyu who was looking at him with complicated eyes, He Wen's pupils showed a smile, and he burst out with sharp aura, "Don't cause trouble for yourself, let alone cause trouble for others."

The crowd fluctuated, and the reporters would not give up the opportunity to be on the front page, scrambling to ask questions.

"Excuse me, what is your relationship with Mr. He?" A reporter asked Jian Ming.

Beneath the noble temperament on the outside is a fierce claw, Jian Jian sneered, "The kind of relationship you think."

There was a sound of inhalation, followed by a violent commotion. These words confirmed the conjectures of those people, and the explosive level was refreshed again and again. They quickly ran towards He Wen.

"The gentleman just now admitted your relationship, what do you say, Mr. He?"

He Wen's body was enveloped by a layer of evil spirit, and when he caught a glimpse of the approaching person from the corner of his eye, the irritable aura instantly subsided.

"Please let it go."

The person who came was a middle-aged man in his early 40s, and said in a polite voice, "My young master gave this to Mr. He."

The crowd became restless. Could it be that there is a fourth one?They looked at He Wen with indescribable surprise.

After receiving the black card, he opened it and looked at the content inside. He Wen smiled, "The leaves of the sycamore tree in autumn are very beautiful."

The middle-aged man didn't know why, but he didn't show any doubts. He turned and left while the lights were flashing off, as if he came here for this pure purpose.

The reporters wanted to ask something else, He Wen glanced at them coldly, got into the car at the moment when they were stupefied, and slammed the door, leaving them with dust and endless reverie.

In the company's underground parking lot, two men stood facing each other, and a tense momentum formed in the flowing air.

"How much did you spend on him?" Song Ziyu frowned, his tone cold, "I can pay you several times, let him go."

"Money? Star Song thinks I care about that thing?" A disdainful tone came out, and Jian Ming smiled coldly.

"I admit that I kept him just to vent my desires, but some things can always change unexpectedly, Star Song, you know this better than me."

Yes, some things have changed, and he has changed accordingly. Song Ziyu lowered his eyes, and when he looked up, there was a little gloom in his eyes, "But you have a family, and the Lyle family has recently had internal strife. Your reasons also involve him, and it will only bring him a lot of trouble and danger."

Looking at the mushroom-headed girl running this way, she frowned briefly and displeased, with a cold light in her eyes, "Your little assistant is here, and you are welcome to come to Huasheng to find me anytime."

"Tomorrow's newspaper won't show everything today. I can do this, Song Ziyu, but you can't." Leaving behind a provocative sentence, Jian Jian walked to his car and drove away.

Yu Bao ran up to Song Ziyu out of breath, saw his frightening expression, and cautiously called out, "Brother Song?"

Meifeng froze, Song Ziyu stretched out his hand, "Give it to me."

Yu Bao swallowed, if the two words were changed to another location, such as on the bed, cough cough, she quickly interrupted her bloody thoughts and handed over the phone.

Song Ziyu looked at the photos on the phone, his eyes flicked over the man's handsome face, and finally stopped on those wild and radiant eyes, as if he was talking to himself, "You said that just a few months How much can a person change in just the same amount of time?"

"A few months? It won't change much." Yu Bao stood on tiptoe and looked at the photos in his phone, smacking his mouth: "I read his profile on the Internet, he has changed drastically, he doesn't look like the same person."

Unlike the same person, these words kept appearing in Song Ziyu's mind, and the expression on his face was complicated and difficult to distinguish.

Walking in the corner opposite New Vision Company, there is a black car parked on that street. The middle-aged man in the driver's seat is the one who handed He Wen the card. The man who handled the affairs with the computer said, "Master, the things have been delivered."

His bony fingers tapped on the keyboard, but Shen Cheng didn't look up, "Did he say anything?"

"I didn't say anything." After starting the car, Uncle Wu turned the steering wheel and shook his head.

As these words fell, the awe-inspiring atmosphere in the car suddenly sank. Uncle Wu sneaked a glance at the rearview mirror. Seeing the man's razor-sharp eyebrows frowning slightly, his heart tightened. There was a sudden ah.

"Thinking about it, that gentleman said that the autumn sycamore leaves are beautiful."

Shen Cheng was still processing the documents, the expression on his face did not change much, but the atmosphere in the car eased a lot.

The male reporter who insulted He Wen at the press conference is now shivering in a corner.

In front of him were two men fighting, evenly matched.

One man and one woman, the man shouldn't be here, the concise driver Li Yuan, the woman was ordered to come and take away the target, one of Shen Cheng's capable subordinates, Huo Feng.

Li Yuan's fist hit Huofeng's abdomen, Huofeng raised his knees, grabbed his wrist at the moment his fist touched and hit back forcefully.

The slender thighs were raised, and they kicked towards Li Yuan's head suddenly. The fierce wind caused Li Yuan's head to shake, and he fell to the ground unbearably.

"Trash." There was contempt in the insolent voice, the stiletto of the high-heeled shoes stepped on Li Yuan's fingers like an awl, and crushed them heavily. Gao Zhe got up, grabbed the reporter and threw him into the car, and drove away.