The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Mu Wanqing's smile converged in an instant.

She was about to jump out through the window, but the man who met the reporter suddenly came in and stopped her.

...

The quaint auction has not officially started yet.

Celebrities and nobles from all walks of life have entered the venue one after another, and when they see the famous emperor, they always come to flatter and show their courtesy.

Ye Yuchen frowned tightly, never focusing on entertainment, but from time to time he glanced around, as if looking for someone.

"Have you heard someone calling for help just now? It seems to have come from the bathroom. It's dead!"

"Hurry up, let's go and see."

"Don't join in this excitement, none of us can afford to sin! Knowing too much can easily lead to murder!"

The reporter's cry for help only caused a commotion in the auction house for a while, but almost no one dared to watch.

The old butler of the quaint auction house, went to check in person.

"The emperor, toast you a glass of wine." After the uproar, a young director came to talk and handed over precious champagne.

Ye Yuchen took it without hesitation, and then put down the goblet after one fell swoop, "disaccompanied."

Mu Wanqing is missing.

At the same time, there was a change in the bathroom.

Ye Yuchen had a faint premonition in his heart, a strong heart beating frantically, making him quicker and dashing towards the bathroom.

"The emperor." The old housekeeper bowed slightly, "How dare you bother you to come and inspect these small things?"

Ye Yuchen squinted at him, without saying a word.

The man raised his foot, kicked the door of the men's room cleanly, and then rushed in.

"Hurry up! Call me a hundred times and the little fairy will let you go."

Mu Wanqing threw the two men down to the ground. They were lying side by side with their noses and faces swollen and swollen into pig heads.

However, the girl looked arrogant and stepped on the backs of the two men with her two feet, her tails about to rise to the sky.

When Ye Yuchen broke in, he saw this picture.

"Emperor... help! This dead girl..."

"what happened?"

When the reporter saw the emperor, it was as if he had seen a savior, his face trembling and the cream slipped down.

But Ye Yuchen interrupted him and cast his eyes on Mu Wanqing, "You said."

"This reporter was entrusted by others to secretly take photos of you and Tianhou Qingchen, in order to expose the scandal and slander you."

Mu Wanqing's slender fingers pointed at the man under his right foot, who had been soothed with butter to make it hard to see his appearance.

Ye Yuchen frowned tightly.

What scandal is there between him and Tian Hou Qingchen?

The real queen has already been married home by him, and the fake one doesn't look good at all, and the reporter has the courage to pass it on?

"Now, here is the memory card."

Mu Wanqing threw a small black card to Ye Yuchen, and the man raised his hand and grasped the thing in his palm with extreme accuracy.

"Sao Emperor...Don't listen to this girl's story! She beat me and kicked me!"

The reporter struggled, never expecting that he would fall into the hands of a little girl.

"Come here." Ye Yuchen hooked his finger to Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing smiled brightly, then jumped off the two men and jumped to Ye Yuchen's side.

She raised her small face, as if she was asking for credit, "Am I great?"

"Yeah." Ye Yuchen responded with a deep voice, then cast his eyes on the old housekeeper, "You will handle the auction house."

His leaning has already cleaned up the two people badly enough.

"Yes." The old butler nodded.