To everyone's surprise, the next day, all newspapers and magazines published photos of Luo Yanzhou between two men.
"Who did this..." As soon as Rong Junlie arrived at the office, he angrily threw the magazines in front of Daniel.
Daniel lowered his head to pick up the magazines and frowned slightly as he looked at them. What was very conspicuous was that the photos captured of Rong Junlie this time were also in the car.
"Jun Lie, I'll go check it out immediately..." He vaguely felt something was wrong, but without the fact that the investigation revealed, Daniel still didn't know what to say.
Rong Junlie had a dark face. What he never expected was that what happened to him and Luo Yan in the car yesterday would be reported so soon. He couldn't bear that someone would follow him to this point.
What's more important is that Luo Yan's phone never gets through.
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Daniel lowered his head and remained silent. Rong Junlie suddenly stepped forward and stared at her with a heavy gaze, "Tell me, who might have done this?"
"Maybe it's those reporters!" Daniel said awkwardly, but his twinkling eyes did not escape Rong Junlie's sharp black eyes.
"Tell me, is it her?" Rong Junlie's eyes flashed with a fierce light, targeting Luo Yan like this, who else could it be besides her.
"Jun Lie, what are you talking about?" Daniel deliberately pretended not to know, because although he thought so too, he was not sure it was her.
Rong Junlie glanced at him and went out immediately.
He drove the car and rushed all the way to An Ling's private club. The tense expression on his face was so chill that people almost didn't dare to approach him.
With a "bang...", the door to An Ling's office was pushed open hard. She turned around in shock, only to see Rong Junlie standing at the door angrily.
An Ling hurriedly put down the magazine in his hand and stood up. His cold face was filled with joy and he greeted her, "Jun Lie, why are you here today?"
"An Ling, how many things have you done without telling me?" Rong Junlie suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched An Ling's chin. An Ling's eyes tightened, and the smile at the corner of his mouth revealed some doubts.
"Jun Lie, what are you talking about?" She really didn't understand what Rong Junlie was talking about.
"Are you still pretending to me? Did you arrange the photos published in the magazine today?" Rong Junlie couldn't help but strengthen his wrist. An Ling felt some pain and began to hold his hand and whispered,
"Let me go first..."
Rong Junlie exerted force on his wrist, and An Ling was thrown heavily onto the sofa.
She touched her chin, a hint of resentment flashed in her cold eyes, but it quickly disappeared.
When she stood up again, there was a hint of resentment in her eyes, "Jun Lie, I have always known that you don't like me interfering in your affairs, and I haven't done anything. There have been a lot of things in my studio recently, and Zhao'er's side
He often catches colds, and I’m busy taking care of him. If you hadn’t come here today, I wouldn’t know what happened!”
"Yes, Mr. Rong, Miss An has been extremely busy with matters at the club and at home recently. Even when Master Rong caught a cold, she didn't let us notify you, for fear of delaying your affairs!"
An Ling's assistant, who had been with An Ling for many years, hurriedly interrupted. As soon as she finished speaking, she caught Rong Junlie's frightening gaze and had no choice but to shut up.
"You go out first!" An Ling winked at her, and the assistant immediately went out.
There were only two people left in the office. An Ling hurriedly made a cup of coffee for Rong Junlie, then gently placed it in front of him, "Junlie, I will not do anything to make you unhappy. After so many years,
I’ve been insisting on this, haven’t I?”
She looked at Rong Junlie steadily, her eyes so clear that she couldn't see anything strange.
Rong Junlie wanted to find a hint of feeling in her expression and in her eyes that could make him confirm his inner thoughts, but in fact, An Ling's innocent expression made him finally look back angrily.
"Sit down!" An Ling reached out and hooked his arm. Rong Junlie calmly avoided it and sat on the sofa.
An Ling handed over the coffee, but Rong Junlie didn't take it. She stubbornly handed it to him. Rong Junlie glanced at her and An Ling, and then he took the coffee and took a sip.
"Why didn't you tell me that Rong Zhao had a cold?" he asked lightly, with a low tone of reproach.
An Ling's eyes suddenly became wet, and she whispered, "I can't find you these days. Since you were discharged from the hospital, you didn't want me to accompany you. I knew you were very busy, so I didn't tell you..."
Seeing the cold face of the woman in front of him full of grievance, Rong Junlie's eyes flashed, and suddenly, An Ling's tears suddenly fell.
Rong Junlie's eyes dimmed slightly, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, and his warm fingertips gently fell on An Ling's face.
"For me, you have been wronged..." He said in a low voice. To this woman, he clearly knew how he felt about her. Ten years was not a short time, and this woman's heart fell entirely on him.
It's not like he didn't know.
Many times, he tried his best to forget that there was such a woman, but every time he saw her, he was reminded that he owed another woman a favor.
Seeing Rong Junlie's suddenly moved expression for her, An Ling suddenly threw herself into his arms and sobbed hoarsely, "Jun Lie, no matter what I do for you, I am willing to do it..."
Listening to the moving words of the woman in his arms, another stubborn little face appeared in front of Rong Junlie's eyes.
He slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, Rong Junlie wished so much that the woman leaning on his arms so docilely and obediently was her. How great it would be!
But that stubborn woman always did so many things that made him angry and drove him crazy. Even if she had just been a little gentler, just a little bit, the situation between them wouldn't be as bad as it is now.
Suddenly thinking of Luo Yan, Rong Junlie's eyes darkened a lot, and he couldn't stay here any longer.
So many magazines and newspapers published so many photos, I wonder if she can bear it.
So, he immediately held An Ling's shoulders and stood up under her particularly astonished gaze.
An Ling, who had not yet experienced any warmth, immediately grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Jun Lie, where are you going?"
"I still have some things to finish, so I'm leaving first..." He hurriedly dropped the words and left like that.
An Ling chased him out, "Jun Lie——"
Unfortunately, Rong Junlie never looked back, and An Ling's expression immediately changed, becoming particularly ferocious.
An Qiang, who had been staying in the back of the office, cautiously came out. When he saw his sister standing in the huge corridor trembling, he walked over and put his arm around her shoulders.
An Ling looked ahead in despair. Unwilling to give in, she tightened her palms tightly and pinched her fingertips deeply into her palms.
"Sister, why is it necessary? Don't you feel uncomfortable when Rong Junlie treats you like this?"
"I've gotten used to it no matter how he treats me over the years!" An Ling bit his lips and murmured.
Even if she was treated coldly again, even if all she longed for was the little warmth Rong Junlie gave her, it was enough for her. She wanted to stay by his side. This was her belief that had not changed over the years.
"Alas..." An Qiang sighed slightly, "Sister, what are you going to do next?"
"Stop it first, I don't believe that woman would be so shameless..."
"What if she still insists on being with Rong Junlie?" An Qiang was a little worried about this.
An Ling suddenly smiled coldly and looked at his brother, a shrewd beam of light flashed in his eyes, "Have you forgotten? We still have the last bargaining chip..."
"Sister, you mean Rong Zhao?" An Qiang was surprised.
An Ling didn't speak, but the sneer on her lips made An Qiang next to her understand.
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As he drove to Luo Yan's residence, Rong Junlie looked at the phone in his hand but never answered it. He almost had the urge to throw the phone out.
He made many calls in succession, but Luo Yan never answered her phone. Finally, the phone was turned off.
His face was cold, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.
It was only when he arrived at the community where Luo Yan was staying that he didn't know that he didn't even know the house number of the residence that An Yue had arranged for her.
For the first time, he found that he actually knew nothing about this woman.
He felt very sad!
"Daniel, check Anyue's whereabouts for me immediately..."
He threw away the words and finally walked to the gate of the community and found the security guard of the property management there, only to find that the security guard was also tight-lipped about Luo Yan's whereabouts.
"Sir, please go. Today, a lot of media are coming to the lobby about Miss Luo. In order to protect the privacy of the owner, we will not disclose her residence to the public..."
The security guard's words made Rong Junlie's heart sink to the bottom. It turned out that she had been disturbed in this way, but unfortunately, he didn't know it and was helpless.
For the first time, he felt regretful that he could not protect this woman.
Driving the car, he wandered alone on the huge streets. The cigarette in his fingers had long been burned out, but he didn't notice at all.
Until his sports car stopped at a traffic light, he stuck his head out of the car window to flick out the cigarette ashes, and accidentally saw a familiar and slender figure reflected in the huge window of the wedding dress shop next to the road.
With his heart beating fiercely, Rong Junlie finally saw clearly that the woman standing in the window, accompanied by the bridal shop manager in uniform, was none other than Luo Yan.
At this time, words could no longer describe the excitement in Rong Junlie's heart when he saw Luo Yan. He immediately turned the steering wheel, quickly turned the car around, and quickly drove to the entrance of the wedding dress shop.
"Yan'er, so you're here..." He rushed down like flying and grabbed the woman's elbow roughly.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The woman turned around and asked him strangely.
The light in Rong Junlie's eyes gradually dimmed. He quietly let go of his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person..."