Ye Zizi saw Pei Ruomian wearing a bathrobe with messy hair, and the joy in her eyes could not be concealed.
Desperate to find his son.
How could Pei Ruomian think too much? He pointed to the inside of the room and said to Ye Zizi, "It's inside."
Ms. Wan was no longer calm, "Mianmian, are you really with that kid Cheng Shenke?"
When she received Zhang Mofei's call, she was dubious.
Even when she opened the door and saw her daughter, she still didn't believe Zhang Mofei's words.
But if Cheng Shenke was really in the room, then she had to believe it.
Cheng Shenke heard the noise outside and walked out of the room.
A large number of reporters at the door saw Cheng Shenke and squeezed into the room like a bee pupa.
Suddenly, the not-so-luxurious hotel suite was filled with flashes and the sound of cameras.
"Mr. Cheng, we received news that you and Anchor Pei have been secretly in love for a long time and are planning to get married recently. Is this true?"
"Yes, can you tell us?"
"Are Mr. Cheng and Ms. Pei afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi when they come to a hotel like this?"
The clothes Pei Ruomian changed out of last night are still on the sofa. They are very messy, including underwear, underwear...
The three ladies focused on the sofa.
Reporters focus on Pei Ruomian and Cheng Shenke.
Facing the reporter's questioning, the flashlight dazzled the eyes. Cheng Shengke looked at Pei Ruomian questioningly, with anger in his eyes.
Pei Ruomian read his meaning, her heart suddenly went cold to the soles of her feet, and she looked at him with angry eyes.
She suppressed her desire to go berserk and asked word for word, "Do you suspect that I arranged this?"
"Isn't it you?" Cheng Shenke asked questioningly.
She was drunk and unconscious last night, but she knew that he asked the waiter to change her clothes.
Maybe she wasn't that drunk at all.
What he dislikes most is being questioned by reporters.
Whether in private life or in the business world.
He doesn't want some random newspapers and magazines to report about him.
What's more, this method is despicable and he hates it the most.
Cheng Shenke's doubts completely broke through Pei Ruomian's defense. Regardless of how many reporters were present, he waved his hands vigorously and shouted, "Cheng Shengke, I am not as dirty or unscrupulous as you think. I am not Qin Kemin."
Tears fell like a fountain.
Turn around, rush out of the group of reporters, and run out of the room.
"Mianmian!"
Lu Anyi and Wan Qianqian followed her and chased her out.
They didn't know what happened or why this good girl ran away crying.
Ye Zizi became even more anxious when she saw Pei Ruomian running away, "Sang Ke, what did you say to Mianmian?"
Cheng Shenke stared blankly at the door, then ran away, turning around so resolutely, with no trace of reluctance in his eyes.
The ten fingers were bent, not clenched into a fist, and then unclenched.
A group of reporters followed Pei Ruomian out, and another group stayed behind.
Facing the flashing lights, he felt an unprecedented sense of fear in his heart.
The camera clicked, and the reporter asked questions without fear of death.
He ignored them all.
Did he blame her wrongly?
"Sang Ke, what on earth did you say to Mianmian? Her clothes are still here, she went out wearing a bathrobe, it's so cold outside."
Ye Zizi kept talking in Cheng Shenke's ear.
She also wanted to chase him out to find Pei Ruomian.
But she had to figure out what was going on first. Her son was here and there were so many reporters.
