love addiction

This question shocked everyone present.

Including Long Yejue!
He did send people to look for Tang Mianmian again, but they were all trustworthy people who would not piss on this kind of media.

But the reporter was able to tell the whole story so clearly that Long Yejue didn't even know some of it.

For example, Tang Mianmian was carried out of the imperial capital covered in blood.

All monitoring at that time was cut off.

After a search, you will know that it was done by someone with ability and wrist.

He once thought it was Long Yechen.

But he checked Long Yechen carefully, and it wasn't him, and he was also secretly looking for Tang Mianmian's whereabouts.

Is it possible...

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly rushed to the reporter.

Seeing this posture, An Yi knew that the situation was not good.

Tang Mianmian has always been Long Yejue's Achilles' heel, but this reporter who didn't know where he came from, borrowed the courage from the sky, and pointed at Long Yejue's Achilles heel.

It's hard for An Yi to explain what will happen later.

He could only follow in a hurry, and shouted anxiously, "What are you still doing around here? Hurry up!"

Long Yejue went forward and twisted up the reporter's skirt, his veins began to float in rage, "Tell me, where did you get the news from?"

The reporter was also taken aback.

The scene was full of spotlights, and I was afraid of missing the most exciting scene.

Anyi hurriedly covered everything with his hands, "Don't shoot, don't shoot!"

But how can he stop this group of hungry wolves who smell meat?

Are they stupid for not filming such important news?

"I'll let you tell!" Long Yejue asked with full aura, his eyes were about to burst.

The reporter's legs started to tremble in fright, and he said with a pale face, "I, I only found out after receiving an anonymous tip. It really has nothing to do with me..."

Anonymous broke the news...

Long Yejue frowned.

Other reporters who sensed the momentum began to ask questions like crazy.

"Young Master, may I ask if this matter is true?"

"Do you know where your wife is now?"

"There is news that your wife is divorcing you. May I ask if the divorce caused the two of you to quarrel, which caused the bloodshed?"

"..."

Crazy, crazy!
This was Anyi's only thought at this time.

Long Yejue used all kinds of protection before, but now he was mercilessly exposed.

He had a headache, and even regretted persuading Long Yejue to come to the Long's Fund.

How unlucky he is!
Seeing that Long Yejue's face was getting darker and darker, An Yi had no choice but to go all out. He unbuttoned his suit, and with a punch, knocked down the nearby reporter who had slapped Long Yejue violently.

The crowd began to riot.

Many reporters pushed back in fear.

In order to protect Long Yejue, Anyi could only let himself beat someone up for him.

After all, an assistant who has no image and beats up people has less influence than Long Yejue who beats up people.

Anyi was good at reaching out, and coupled with his physical advantage, he opened up the reporters who were tightly surrounding Long Yejue in two or three strokes, and successfully made way for him.

He glared at the people on the ground angrily, "Didn't you understand when I asked you to move away? Didn't you understand the words "Don't take pictures? Are your ears superfluous?"

On weekdays, he was used to seeing Long Yejue go berserk, and An Yi had no pressure to learn, and successfully bluffed the reporters.

It's just that those who dare not speak out no longer slap Long Yejue violently.

An Yi shook his shoulders, and said to Long Yejue, "Young Master, let's go back first, this reporter doesn't seem to know anything inside."

Long Yejue nodded, and looked at the reporter who had fallen limply on the ground, "Isn't Mingdu newspaper? If you let me see that your newspaper has such news, then wait until it closes!"

The reporters from Mingdu newspaper nodded indiscriminately, fearing that Long Yejue would settle accounts with him.

"And you too, whoever reports this matter, I will definitely fight to the death! If you don't believe me, just try it!" Long Yejue's cold phoenix eyes swept across all the reporters present.

The powerful condensed air shocked them all.

Although Long Yejue was kicked out of the Long's Fund, his influence in Jiangcheng City is still there.

Among other things, his own power, headed by Lan Xiu, is enough to make people frightened.

What's more, Long Yejue and other friends from the four major families, those men who are called the most beautiful in Jiangcheng City, have a relationship with Long Yejue, so it is not easy to pick any one out.

Therefore, it is good to have power and power.

It's no wonder that countless people, with their heads broken and bloody, want to squeeze up, isn't it just for such a situation?

The scene was chilling, no one dared to say no.

Long Yejue turned around and walked towards the door with Anyi.

Anyi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that today, he really almost killed him.

But what Anyi didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

A bigger storm is coming head-on.

The two of them had just left the gate of Long's Fund and went down the stairs outside the building when a black car drove over.

Stop in front of Long Yejue.

The position was just right, successfully blocking the way of the two of them.

Anyi frowned, thinking who is in this car, and is he going to trouble Young Master Jue?

Why are there so many people who don't have eyesight today?
But before he could speak, the car door opened, and a man in a white sweater stepped out of the car.

Anyi's mouth was wide open, and he was excited for a long time, but he couldn't say his full name.

And Long Yejue was also there in a daze, just looking at the slender figure standing in front of him.

His throat interfered so much that he couldn't find his own voice, so he could only stare at her blankly.

"Long Yejue."

She finally opened her mouth. Although her face was pale, she still locked his eyes tightly.

"You..." Long Yejue's eyes fell on her lower abdomen.

Because the sweater was loose, he couldn't see much of it.

Tang Mianmian smiled wryly, like fallen flowers swaying in the air, withered and pale, "It's gone, it's gone."

"What... what do you mean?" Long Yejue could only feel a burst of cold air rising from the soles of his feet and spreading all over his body, so cold that he could only feel cold.

"The child is gone." Tang Mianmian said again, her eyes were so hollow that it hurt.

Long Yejue walked over and hugged her tightly in his arms.

A low humming sounded in Tang Mianmian's ears.

That was Long Yejue's mournful voice.

Although he was very sad, he still persuaded her, "It's okay, it's because fate didn't come, we will have another child, next, next, next."

"No more." Tang Mianmian replied coldly, pushing him away.

Her strength is very small, perhaps because of her weak body.

But Long Yejue was pushed away by her.

Perhaps more, it was because he was afraid that he would hurt her.

His eyes were full of sadness, but he held back, "Why?"

Tang Mianmian smiled wryly, "Do you think we can go back now? Can we go back? The wounds we have already had cannot be healed."

Long Yejue clenched his fists tightly.

The cold and hard lines of the jaw began to float.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Anyi quickly spoke up for Long Yejue, "Madam, during the three days you were away, Young Master Jue has been looking for you without sleep. He cares about you very much. I believe you must still love Young Master Jue, so you can go back." Yes, you can definitely go back."

Tang Mianmian still shook her head stubbornly, "No, it's impossible."

"Why?" Anyi couldn't understand Tang Mianmian anymore.

Why did this woman insist that it was impossible?

Tang Mianmian looked at Long Yejue coldly, his eyes becoming more and more distant.

The growing indifference made Long Yejue feel as if the distance between the two was getting farther and farther.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab her, not wanting her to just disappear into his own world.

But Tang Mianmian took a step back, avoiding his hand, and said indifferently, "Long Yejue, ex-husband, it's time to say goodbye between us, we can't say who is right and who is wrong, anyway, it's you and me, we have already left It's the end."

"Are you sure?" Long Yejue withdrew his hand and clenched his fist tightly.

The pain of nails digging deep into the palm of his hand allowed him to maintain his sanity.

"Are you sure, what else can you be uncertain about?" She smiled bitterly, "Do you still want to pester me? Don't forget, it is because of your not letting go that I lost my baby. I hate you! I hate you!" You are dead!"

She cried sadly, tears falling down in big drops.

Long Yejue felt the same way, his heart ached so much that he shook his body.

It was An Yi who stretched out his hand to help him, preventing him from falling down.

It takes a lot of strength for a person who hasn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights to be able to stand upright at this moment.

But Tang Mianmian, how could it be any better?

Her eyes were red from crying, and her face was as white as paper, which made people feel distressed.

The reporters who had been intimidated by Long Yejue just now surrounded him again.

"Miss Tang, what happened between you and Young Master Jue? Can you tell us?"

Those who are not afraid of death, those who have backing, and those who are courageous all started to ask questions.

But this time, Long Yejue didn't care about them.

Now he can't even protect the person he wants to protect the most, so how can he take care of so much?

"Miss Tang, can you answer our question? Are you still with Young Master Jue?"

"Are you already divorced?"

"Did you dislike Young Master Jue because he was down and out, and chose to leave?"

"Did your child not be kept?"

Noisy questions rang in her ears.

Tang Mianmian looked at Long Yejue sadly, as if she hadn't heard this.

It seemed that there was only the two of them in such a big world.

A flood of questions had surrounded the two of them.

Anyi was in a hurry there.

Just when everyone thought they couldn't find out why, Tang Mianmian finally spoke in a very soft voice, so soft that everyone had to hold their breath to hear it.

"I will only answer these questions once." She said flatly.

Everyone put their microphones in front of her.

She and Long Yejue were separated by countless microphones.

It was as if there were countless obstacles and gaps between the two, and there was no way to bridge them.