875: C875 Real and Fake

C875 Real and Fake

Xia Chun hugged Su Ci in a daze and begged, "Su Ci, take me out of here. Don't go through the front door. There are reporters."

Su Ci looked at Xia Chun in his arms and still agreed to this matter. When he was about to leave with Xia Chun, Chi Lih raised his hand and blocked their path.

"There are no reporters at the back door? It is even more difficult to take a picture at the back door."

Su Ci frowned and looked at Chi Lih.

Chi Lih reached out and took Xia Chun. "I'll take her away."

Chi Lih's eyes were very deep, as if he was sending Su Ci a message.

Su Ci was not stupid. He did not argue with Chi Lih, so he let Chi Lih hug Xia Chun.

After Chi Lih hugged Xia Chun, he clearly felt that Xia Chun was uncomfortable.

Of course she felt uncomfortable. After all, Xia Chun wanted Su Ci, not Chi Lih, who had always been her big brother.

Su Ci stood where he was, watching Chi Lih and Xia Chun leave. He called Chung Jin, who was behind him.

"Third Master, what's the matter?"

"Ask someone to go to the gate and see if there are any reporters. Then you follow Chi Lih and escort them away." Su Ci reminded.

Although Chung Jin did not quite understand, he still nodded and agreed.

Chung Jin quickly followed Chi Lih's footsteps. He did not expect that as soon as Chi Lih carried Xia Chun out of the back door, the flashlights would flash everywhere. These reporters had come prepared.

Chung Jin immediately went forward to protect her and then called Xia Leng.

"Assistant Xia, come to the back door. Hurry up."

"Alright."

Chung Jin took off his coat and wrapped it around Chi Lih and Xia Chun's faces to avoid being exposed too much.

Soon, Xia Leng drove to the back door. Chung Jin protected the two of them as they got into the car.

After Chi Lih got into the car, he directly put the unconscious Xia Chun beside him.

Chung Jin glanced at Xia Chun and understood why Su Ci asked him to come here. He secretly sent a message to Su Ci.

Third Master, there are reporters at the back door. The subordinates at the front door said there are no reporters.

Yes, send them back in case the reporters catch up.

Yes, Third Master Ye.

After putting away his phone, Chung Jin looked up and was about to speak when Chi Lih placed his index finger on his lips and signaled Chung Jin not to speak.

Chung Jin nodded and glanced at Xia Chun.

When they arrived at the hotel, Chi Lih was not in a position to intervene. He handed Xia Chun to Chung Jin and Xia Leng and drove away first.

Chung Jin and Xia Leng helped Xia Chun to open a room. Just as they settled Xia Chun down, Xia Chun actually vomited.

Chung Jin looked at Xia Chun in puzzlement.

Was she really drunk, or was it fake?

After a while, Xia Chun's assistant came over. It was inconvenient for the two men to stay, so they hurriedly left the room.

After entering the elevator, Xia Leng said, not understanding, "Assistant Chung. Do you think Miss Xia is really drunk or fake? If it is fake, she should not vomit! If it is real, then... What does it mean by there are so many reporters at the back door? If the one who comes out is Third Master Ye, they will be found out tomorrow."

Chung Jin frowned." Actually, vomiting doesn't mean anything. Xia Chun used to be a model, so it's not difficult for her to urge vomiting. If she really has ulterior motives, then this matter won't be that simple. "

Xia Leng frowned unhappily. "What a troublesome woman. I used to have a headache whenever I saw her. She had a very subjective but childish look. She was cheerful and indescribably annoying."

"This is the matter of our superior. We shouldn't comment on it." Chung Jin reminded Xia Leng.

Xia Leng took off the buttons of his shirt. "She can't hear it. When it comes to being cheerful and comfortable, it can be said to be unique. Why does it not bother me when I look at comfort?"

Chung Jin looked at Xia Leng with slight surprise. "Did you say this to Young Master Chi?"

"I did. What's wrong?" Xia Leng looked at Chung Jin in confusion.

"You like Miss Ann?" Chung Jin asked hesitantly.

Xia Leng was stunned. "Am I crazy? Do I like peace? Unless I feel like my life is too long. Peace and I are friends!"

Chung Jin was still staring at Xia Leng suspiciously.

Xia Leng opened his mouth, but there was no way for him to explain. He could only pout and remain silent.

But he felt that there was a rotten smell in the air. He composed himself and saw that Chung Jin's clothes were stained with Xia Chun's vomit just now.

"Ew! Don't come over. I'm going to vomit. I hate this! Ew!"

Xia Leng did not lie. He really vomited.

Chung Jin lowered his head and looked at the vomit on his pants. He was really in a sorry state.

"Come back with me. The clothes you changed at my house last time are still there. It just so happens that you can change them." Xia Leng covered his mouth, not daring to look at Chung Jin.

Chung Jin had no choice but to nod his head and agree. At the end of the day, he added, "I really think I will be unlucky if I meet you."

"Me too." Xia Leng vomited again.

...

At this moment, Xia Chun, who was upstairs, had already opened her eyes. She took the towel from the assistant and wiped her lips.

"How is it?"

"I have changed the script according to your request, but I feel that this script is a little far-fetched. It was you and Young Master Chi who came out. Why did you mention Third Master?"

"Then write about me and Young Master Chi, which will increase my reputation. Also, find a few people to pretend to be reporters and dig up my relationship with Young Master Chi. Soon, the matter between Su Ci and me will be discovered." Xia Chun got up and rinsed her mouth.

"Then won't it be too obvious this time? What if Third Master suspects us?"

"It won't be. The reporters are Old Madam Su's people, and my dinner was set with Su Ci one after the other. It's hard to say if I followed him, so he will need some time to suspect me." Xia Chun smiled coldly.

"Miss, you have a way, but Young Madam of Su family is pregnant. What should we do? Even if Third Master is with you, he will not abandon his child."

"Then stay. Why should I fight with a child? At most, when I have my own child, I can send Shen Xining's child away. It won't take much effort. " Xia Chun was very open-minded.

When the assistant heard this, she nodded and continued, "Miss, the person with your female lead this time is Yuh Wanwan. I asked around and found out that she is Shen Xining's good friend and also Young Master Wen's girlfriend."

"Wen Jinyan? Yuh Wanwan is Wen Jinyan's girlfriend? This is too funny. Wen Jinyan actually likes a woman like Yuh Wanwan? " Xia Chun sneered.

"Absolutely. I heard that although it is not very public, the two of them basically do not avoid it in public. In addition, Yuh Wanwan is the spokesperson of Shanmei and Su's Jewelry. She is very popular in the country. We still need some time to suppress her. " The assistant explained.2

Xia Chun snorted when she heard that. "Have all these men gone crazy in the few years I wasn't around? What kind of women have they been looking for? Yuh Wanwan's reputation was so bad, yet she was able to hook up with Wen Jinyan? And Shen Xining, such an ordinary person, actually married Su Ci! What a joke!"

" Miss, of course other people can't compare to you. You have always been a very popular model overseas, and you are also sought after by many people. But since we have returned to the country, we still have to be careful. " The assistant reminded.

Xia Chun nodded. "Don't worry. I have not reached the stage where I am flustered. You go and do the things that I have instructed you to do first."

"Yes, Miss. Then you should rest early." The assistant turned around and left the room.

Xia Chun entered the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. She touched her pretty face but her heart was empty.

Was she beautiful?

Many people saw her and said that she was very beautiful.

But there were too many beautiful young people in her circle, so much so that her young food could not last for a few years.

She was unwilling to be worse than others.

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