Mr. Rong, are you married?

  Qiao Yunxue's eyes were fixed on the young people in front of her, what nonsense are they talking about? These little brats are all spouting rubbish.

  "Aren't you afraid of getting spanked?" She glared at this group of smiling entertainers.

  "Miss Qiao is Mr. Rong's mistress, this is what everyone wants to know." The young man smiled slyly, "Come on Miss Qiao, share your happiness with us!"

  "Yes! Share your happiness!" The little loli behind her became even happier, "Look, Miss Qiao and Mr. Rong seem to be very close..."

  Intimate relationship? She and Rong Qian?

  Qiao Yunxue slowly stretched out her hand and touched the man behind her. They were standing very close, but not intimately close, they used a certain eye to see each other. In order not to give everyone a misunderstanding, she quietly moved her feet, but Rong Qian didn't let her move.

  Looking at the group of people in front of her who were grasping at straws, she suddenly smiled brightly: "Everyone, what do you think if I call the police now?"

  Quickly unzip the handbag and take out the phone.

  "Miss Qiao, don't joke around. We'll leave right away and won't disturb your lovey-dovey time." The young man seemed a bit tense but refused to back down.

  Really won't go?

  Without hesitation, she dialed "110". Just as Qiao Yunxue was about to speak, Rong Qian suddenly gently took her phone.

  "Hey?" She pushed away the male version of Venus, turned to glare at him, "Do you want to be in the news? Haven't you heard that people fear fame and pigs fear getting fat? No...". She was a refined girl, how could she say such things. Alas, growing up on Oil Painting Street, she had learned quite a few coarse phrases from the aunties.

  "I'll handle this." Rong Qian subtly pulled her behind him, his dark eyes gleaming, but his tone was light, "Are you here to interview?"

  "Ah! Hope Mr. Rong will cooperate!" The little brother was extremely excited.

  "Bring your camera equipment over and let me take a look at the effect."

  "It's very effective, a brand new device." The young man surprisingly easily listened to Rong Qian's words and handed the camera over to him for inspection.

  Rong Qian slowly looked at him and spoke slowly: "How much did Yanzi spend on this?"

  "It's not a lot, just 8,000 yuan." The young man said casually, suddenly realizing his mistake, he covered his mouth. Oops, he had let the cat out of the bag.

  "Swallow?" Qiao Yunxue understood. So, it's said that Rong Qian isn't a celebrity, what's there to interview? It turns out that Swallow was behind the scenes, she's been doing financial management in Beijing and has nothing better to do on weekends, so she came to stir up trouble.

  Or really have a special admiration for Mr. Rong?

  Rong Qian handed the camcorder to Qiao Yunxue with a gentle and calm tone: "If Yanzi wants the camera, let her come find me."

  A group of people in front let out a burst of mournful sounds, didn't dare stay any longer, and all slipped away.

  Qiao Yunxue turned around, slanting her eyes at him: "Mr. Rong, you're married." She grunted and walked past him, "I've decided to come back late tonight. Don't come pick me up."

  "Hmm." Rong Qian was very calm.

  "Do you have Swallow's phone number?" She was very gentle and obedient, "I'll help you make an appointment with her, how about strolling in the park together?"

  "Yunxue?" Rong Qian stared at her in surprise. But slowly, his eyes softened, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "If Yunxue is very angry, I'm delighted."

  Qiao Yunxue blinked her eyes, and said: "What kind of logic is this?"

  Rong Qian gently pressed her arm with both hands: "Yunxue cares about Yanzi, which means she cares about our marriage. Of course, I'm happy."

  "Men always like to build their happiness on women's suffering..."