After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

Helpless, Murong Qiao couldn't take the two of them home alone, so he had to ask the bodyguard who came with Ruan Ying to help.

"Just leave them to me." The bodyguard nodded.

No matter how many drunks there were, Murong Qiao simply handed them all over to the bodyguards.

She sent a message to Huo Yichen, reached out and opened the door and was about to leave the bar, but almost bumped into someone who was about to come in.

"Sorry—" The waiter quickly bowed and apologized.

Murong Qiao breathed a sigh of relief. "it's okay no problem."

She wasn't frightened, but almost ran into someone.

It was the waiter, that is, the paparazzi, who was standing at the door in shock at the moment, and took a peek at the situation inside by lowering his head.

"Then I'll go home first, and then we'll have the round downstairs." Murong Qiao turned around and said to the bodyguard.

She should go back first if she acts on her own, so that Ruan Ying and An Nuo can be settled.

The bodyguard acted quickly, taking the person out in two or three strokes, leaving only the waiter in the private room for a while.

She stood sideways at the door with a guilty conscience, watched the bodyguard take him away, then closed the door of the private room tightly with lightning speed, and then walked quickly to the tray she left behind.

She reached out and touched it. Fortunately, the bug was still there.

As a result, the woman couldn't help feeling a bit of joy and tension in her heart, and then took advantage of the bar to relax, went out with the bug and returned to her home.

"I used to like..."

"Who is it?"

"A man named Qingchuan..."

Every sentence recorded by the wiretapping device fell into the ears of the only listener in the computer broadcast.

Kiyokawa...?

The woman wrote down the name thoughtfully, almost brought about by professional habits, and her keen sense of gossip made her realize what she seemed to have caught.

"Sister Liu, did you pick up the big ingredients? Why are you so happy to see you?" The colleague next to him leaned over and asked.

The woman named Sister Liu smiled, "Is it not sure yet."

It was vague, but there was already a hint of certainty in the tone.

So until the next morning, Sister Liu almost couldn't wait to go to Huida, Annuo's university.

The name Qingchuan does not seem to be in the entertainment circle, and the company An Nuo works for does not have an artist with this name, so after much deliberation, Sister Liu finally locked her target on An Nuo's university, which is Huida.

"Student, do you know An Nuo?" Sister Liu stepped forward to talk.

The two boys who were playing basketball looked at each other.

The tall one spoke slowly, "I do know her, she is a big star in the acting department, we all know it."

An Nuo is very popular now, plus he was born in Huida, many Huida students know about it, not to mention that the other party often stays with the department flower of the Department of Economics and Management.

"Then do you know Qingchuan?" Sister Liu cheered up at that time.

She asked several people on the way here just now, but all of them received a refusal answer without exception.

It’s not that Qingchuan is so famous, it’s not that they don’t know about it, but that everyone didn’t intend to talk about it. After An Nuo became popular, many paparazzi or reporters have been to Huida. Many students still have a good impression of An Nuo, so they don’t think so. Bad idea.

The tall boy nodded affirmatively, "I know, he's a man of the hour."

"If you want to inquire, you can. I'll tell you if you give me the money."

The request was made crisply and neatly, which hit Sister Liu's arms.

It can be said that the two parties hit it off immediately. After negotiating the price, the boy directly told the reporter everything about An Nuo's love for Qingchuan.

Another boy standing next to him pulled him several times, but couldn't stop him.

It wasn't until seeing Sister Liu gone that the other party spoke in disapproval.

"Why do you say this, that woman is not a good person at first glance."

The tall boy had an indifferent expression, and was even a little happy to see the money in his phone.

"Tell me what's wrong?" He snorted, "Everyone doesn't know."

"I didn't exaggerate the facts. These things did happen. Could it be that An Nuo can erase them?"

You can still make a fortune, and the boys don't think there is anything wrong with it.

If you have to talk about why you said these things to that woman, it should be that the boy liked An Nuo to write love letters to her before, but he didn't receive a response and kept it in his heart, which changed the quality of this emotion.

"But..." The other person wanted to say something more.

The conversation between the two has not been noticed by Sister Liu, and now her mind is full of excitement of catching the big news.

Especially after she went back, followed the name of Qingchuan, and found out what his previous "part-time job content" was, and even thought about what kind of shocking title she wanted to name.

An Nuo, the hottest star nowadays, used to like a little boy who was taken care of by countless men and women, and even chased him to the bar——

As long as it is modified a little... Sister Liu's fingertips trembled as she tapped the keyboard excitedly.

Fortunately, Sister Liu did not post this matter on the Internet because of her surviving sense.

She had a long mind, edited a brief summary of the email, and then sent it directly to several well-known magazines and many companies after confirming that it was correct.

Make money, not shabby.

At the same time, An Nuo, who didn't know that he was about to be exposed, hugged Ruan Ying for the second time and slept all night.

It may be that there is another one, and once he accepted the fact that the two had slept together, when he opened his eyes and faced Ruan Ying's face again, Anuo's heart was already calm.

You can even yawn regardless of your image, open the closet and change clothes on the spot.

This peaceful state of mind is referred to as numb.

Seeing that Ruan Ying didn't intend to wake up, An Nuo gently opened the door and went out to wash, and nodded to Murong Qiao who was sitting on the sofa in the early morning.

"I know how bad the two of you are for drinking."

The mockery came late.

Under Murong Qiao's playful gaze, An Nuo felt that his face was getting warmer again.

"Who asked her to pull me..." An Nuo muttered.

The last time the two fought wine for Murong Qiao, they both drank unconsciously in the end, so naturally there was no winner.

As a result, Ruan Ying brought up the old story last night, and An Nuo also had a character of not admitting defeat, and the two of them directly reproduced the famous scene with each other.

Murong Qiao was no stranger to it, "The porridge is warming in the kitchen. I asked your manager for leave last night."

"Morning..." Ruan Ying appeared from behind An Nuo with squinted eyes, seemingly half asleep and half awake.

Murong Qiao looked at these two people in a daze, and the corners of his lips were about to curl up when he was interrupted by a sudden phone call.

Caller: Jiang Chi.

It was seven o'clock in the morning, Murong Qiao raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, Jiang Chi had never called her so early before.

She had a bad premonition, and after hearing what Jiang Chi said on the phone, she gradually turned into an unhappy mood.

"It's urgent, I'm sorry to call you at this time, but I received an email..."

Jiang Chi kept the long story short and explained the whole thing clearly.

In the email sent by Sister Liu before, of course, An Nuo's company was not mentioned.

She has only one purpose, whoever bids the most will get the material.

It would be better if An Nuoken spent money to buy back the gossip, anyway, as long as her wallet is bulging.

As for whether she has professional ethics, selling this news to many parties to make a lot of money...

Jiang Chi didn't know where the other party's evidence came from, but after hearing it, Murong Qiao had an answer in his heart.

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