Chapter 953 When Did My Wife Become Your Wife?
Ye Yuchen's expression changed, and his voice became low in vain: "What did you say?"
Lu Yi: "Now the whole network is like this. Boss, you can see for yourself. It's getting late. I'll go to bed first. Good night."
Lu Yi hurriedly finished speaking, afraid of being angered by the boss, he quickly put down the phone.
Ye Yuchen looked at the phone that was hung up. For the first time, he didn't get angry because someone dared to put his phone down. He quit the call and clicked on the Weibo that he had just downloaded a few days ago.
After learning that Qin Zhizhi had publicly obtained the certificate, he secretly posted it, and specifically went to the Weibo where she admitted to have obtained the certificate.
Almost no need to search, Weibo pops up and pushes itself.
#Lu Yanzhihidden Marriage#
#Suspected Qin Zhizhi Husband#
#Qin Zhizhi is pregnant#
The first one exploded, and the rest were all boiling. One can imagine how many people discussed it.
The first two are fine, but when he saw the last one, his eyebrows sank. Qin Zhizhi's pregnancy, except for her family, no one else knew, and she had a small belly and wore looser clothes. If you don't look closely, most people won't. come out.
Could it be that there was something that he didn't know about going to the green banquet today?
Ye Yuchen clicked on Hot Search.
Of course, the item that Qin Zhizhi was pregnant was clicked on.
This also shows in a disguised form that in his heart nothing is less important than Qin Zhizhi.
It is a microblog issued by a certain media:
Qin Zhizhi, who had just announced that he was married, joined hands with Lu Yanzhi to attend the movie wrap-up banquet. The two walked together, sweet and sweet. Qin Zhizhi's belly was slightly protruding, and he was suspected of being pregnant. Could it be that Qin Zhizhi's unannounced husband is the actor Lu?
Ye Yuchen clicked on the picture below with a dark face.
He clicked on the pictures of Jiugongge and the three moving pictures one by one. The first picture showed the two of them coming out of the hotel together, and the second picture showed Qin Zhizhi getting into the car with Lu Yanzhi helping him from behind. This one happened to be a moving picture.
He could see something clearly, Qin Zhizhi seemed to stumble, Lu Yanzhi gave him a hand, Qin Zhizhi looked back at him.
The third picture is also the same, but with a mark on Qin Zhizhi's stomach.
The photo is blurry and it really looks like a pregnancy bump.
The next few photos were either repeated, or continued with the above shot, but in the last two photos, Qin Zhizhi seems to be talking while holding the car door, his eyes are aggrieved.
Lu Yanzhi put his hand on the frame of the car, don't say, you can't see his expression, if you just talk about it by looking at the picture, it really looks like the same thing.
Ye Yuchen sneered and called Lu Yanzhi.
Lu Yanzhi came out of the bathroom wearing a baggy bathrobe, glanced at the chattering mobile phone, and walked slowly over to pick it up to answer it: "My wife hasn't come home?"
Ye Yuchen's gritted teeth came from the receiver: "When did my wife become your wife?"
Lu Yanzhi raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Ye Yuchen: "Hurry up and solve it for me, or I will block your movie!"
Lu Yanzhi said lightly, and said very calmly: "My movie that has not been released yet is the one your wife invested hundreds of millions of dollars in."
Ye Yuchen: "..."
He didn't answer for a moment.
Lu Yanzhi hung up the phone without waiting for someone to react when he was deflated.
He poured himself a glass of water, took a few sips unhurriedly, sat on the sofa and clicked on Weibo with his mobile phone. Ye Yuchen's phone call, he subconsciously thought that something might have been photographed.
When he saw the photo, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.
In the parking lot, he noticed that someone was secretly taking pictures. This kind of thing was common, and he didn't take it seriously, but these people were also very good at crawling, and dared to make up any news.