He was on fire at the apex of Yan Ye's heart

this head.

Gu 22 and the people he brought helped each other back to the car.

As soon as he got in the car, he took out his mobile phone and called Lu Wuwei.

Lu Wuwei heard Gu 22 say that they went to so many people, but they didn't arrest them, his face became gloomy for an instant.

With a deep voice, "I see, you guys come back first."

Gu 22 could hear the displeasure in Lu Wuwei's voice, and he didn't dare to breathe, and asked in a low voice, "Do you need to check the other party's identity?"

The man who fought with him later was very strong, definitely not an ordinary person, but the information given by Mrs. Lu clearly only mentioned Yuehuai, where did this man come from.

The strength is still so strong, so strong that it is frightening.

Thinking of this, Gu 22 showed a trace of panic in his eyes.

Lu Wuwei's voice was steady, but cold, "I can't even beat someone, but you still want to check the other party's identity. Have I taught you to act recklessly?"

When Gu 22 was criticized, he didn't dare to say a word, so he answered yes nonchalantly.

&

Yuehuai here.

After cleaning up the scumbags of Gu 22, the two went back upstairs together.

Yue Huai took a shower and returned to the room.

He didn't bother to use the hair dryer, he just wiped his hair with a towel, and the crystal drops of water fell down the ends of his hair, wetting his collar.

He didn't bother to care about it, he was lazily leaning on the chair with his mobile phone in his hand to follow the drama.

As soon as I opened the APP, a WeChat message popped up.

One after another, it was quite urgent.

The name displayed above is Ruan Susu.

He raised his eyebrows, raised his finger, and clicked on the information casually.

[Yuehuang, have you read Weibo?Ji Qingxue's family group sent a lawyer's letter, saying they would sue you for defamation. 】

【[picture]】

[They seem to have hired a lawyer, take a quick look, it's all on the top searches. 】

【Link]】

The picture is a lawyer's letter.

The link is the URL of Weibo.

Ever since Yan Chen helped him delete the video last night, Yue Huai hadn't seen it on Weibo again. When she saw the news, she glanced casually at the end of her eyes.

Stained with banditry, it looks wanton.

He raised his finger and returned slowly.

【understood. 】

After returning, open the link.

In it, Ji Qingxue accused him of slander, and what she said was sincere.

[I don't know why Yue Huai said I plagiarized, but these few songs are indeed composed by myself, and I am also very surprised that they are similar to the score of "Holy Light".Regarding Yuehuai's slander, I have handed it over to the lawyer, and the lawyer will take over the handling. 】

Ji Qingxue's Weibo could not be logged on, she used the account of Ji Qingxue Studio.

As soon as the blog post came out, fans who were still fans of her rushed down to start washing the floor.

[One thing to say, I really don't think the two "Holy Light" are exactly the same, there is indeed a little similarity, but aren't all the songs like this?Similar to normal. 】

[My sister is really miserable, not to mention being slandered by someone, but also being slandered, I feel sorry for my sister, hug my sister, and support my sister's rights protection. 】

[Support my sister to sue, it is best to sue someone to kneel down and apologize on the spot.I also listened to the "Holy Light" played by a certain person. To be honest, a certain person's fans really exaggerated it. What kind of sacred music or fairy music is so mediocre. 】

[? ? ? ? ?It's all like this, and the fans are still washing the ground. Sure enough, it's not a groundless rumor that there are too many brains in the fan circle. 】

【same? ? ? ? ? , mediocre?Blowing too much?A certain fan, are you afraid that you are seriously ill?Just kill your sister Shitiao Dajie with Yue Huaila's mediocre song, okay?You asked her to play such an unremarkable song to me. 】

Yuehuai casually flipped through the pages and didn't pay much attention.

Yan Chen went out to make a phone call just now, and when she came back, she saw Yue Huai's eyes drooping, her brows and eyes were dry, and the corners of her lips curled up.

"looking at what?"

After finishing speaking, he leaned closer deliberately, stretched his head from behind the chair to the side of Yue Huai's face, lowered his eyes, and looked at his screen.

Yue Huai didn't move, and didn't bother to move, letting the man's cheek stick to the side of his face as if there was nothing, with a rambunctious tone.

"Read the lawyer's letter."

Yan Chenya narrowed his peach blossom eyes, stretched out his pretty hand, and pulled the phone out of Yue Huai's hand.

Take your time.

"Let me take a look." After reading it, he returned the phone to Yue Huai, "Don't worry, I'll let Ning Feichen take care of it."

Yue Huaiman responded, thought for a while, and sent a few pictures to Yan Chen's WeChat.

"Use this for identification."

Yan Chen opened it, and saw that there were three music scores, and her thin lips curled up involuntarily.

"Where did this come from?"

He had read Ji Qingxue's sheet music, and the content was 80.00% similar to that given to him by Huaihuai, but it was more complete than Ji Qingxue's.

Ji Qingxue's score should have been cut out from these few scores, and then composed into three pieces.

Yuehuai paused with her fingers, as if nothing had happened, "Long Yu gave it to me."

He was right, the score was indeed given by Long Yu, but he was the one who composed it.

Yan Chen's eyes flicked on Yue Huai's face, and without saying anything, he turned around and called Ning Feichen again.

Wearing a Bluetooth headset, his hands were free, so he took a hair dryer to blow Yue Huai's hair.

Ning Feichen answered the phone quickly, a little strangely, "Young Master Yan, it's so late?"

It's ten o'clock now, if there is no important matter, Master Yan will usually not call him.

Yan Chen ran her fingers through Yue Huai's hair, blowing it for him with a hair dryer, with a soft and lazy voice.

"I'll send you three sheet music, please help me deal with Ji Qingxue's matter online."

Ning Feichen said yes without saying anything.

Young Master Yan didn't give a special explanation, which means that this matter is very important, and he doesn't need to be merciful, it's better to be more ruthless.

After answering, she paused for a while and asked again, "Young Master Yan, are you and Young Master Yue together?"

Yan Chen hummed, "What do you need to do with him?"

Yue Huai heard it, but didn't say anything, just raised his eyes, leaned on the back of the chair, and continued to enjoy the man blowing his hair.

Ning Feichen only heard the humming sound from the microphone, like a hair dryer blowing, it was a bit strange, but the tone was not obvious.

"I want you to help me thank him, the medicine he gave me works very well."

Two years ago, he had a serious car accident, and there was blood bruising in his brain, but the doctor did not recommend surgery, saying that it might cause irreparable consequences, so he was only asked to go home and take some medicine to recuperate slowly.

His head hurts every day because of the blood pressure that pressed the nerves, and sometimes the pain was so painful that he went crazy.

But after he inadvertently took the medicine given by Yueshao, the number of headache attacks became less and less, and the pain was relieved by more than half.

Yan Chen hummed, not in a hurry, "Okay."

Not much to say, Ning Feichen was about to hang up the phone, couldn't hold back, and asked again, "Master Yan, can I ask, what are you doing now? There are noises over there."

Seeing that Yue Huai's hair was dry, Yan Chen put away the hair dryer, put it aside, touched Yue Huai's hair, felt it felt good, touched it again, and returned casually.

"Blow-dry the child's hair."

Ning Feichen hung up the phone, unable to recover for a long time.

Blow your hair?Also help children blow?

When did Young Master Yan have a child by his side?

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind.

Is it Yue Shao?

Yan Shao is helping Yue Shao to dry her hair?

Is this... the Yan Shao he knew?

Ning Feichen seemed to have not woken up, and his mind was in a trance, until he heard the WeChat notification tone on his mobile phone, and then he suddenly came back to his senses.

After Yan Chen hung up the phone, she pushed Yuehuai to bed, "I have an exam tomorrow, go to bed early."

Yue Huai checked the time with her phone.

10:30, which doesn't match the bedtime of a night owl like him.

Lazily, he rested his chin on his hand and yawned, "Brother."

The sound is quite soft.

A faint light flashed in Yan Chen's peach-blossom eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up involuntarily, "Huh? What?"

Yue Huai raised her eyes, she just took a shower and dried her hair, making her look clean and soft.

It's just that the words she said have nothing to do with Jiaoruan.

"Have you considered changing your career?" He paused, and before Yan Chen could get confused, he continued, "For example, baby daddy."

At 10:30, he was urged to go to bed, he took the exam, and he cared more than his father.

I think the job of being a baby daddy is very suitable for him.

Yan Chen: "..."

He was a little angry, but also a little funny, stretched out his hand, pinched Yue Huai's waist, and hugged him to the bed with a big smile.

"Don't want to sleep?"

The eyebrows are raised, and the peach blossom eyes are full of love, which can drown anyone.

Yue Huai's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and she drooped her eyes, feeling too lazy.

"Do not want to."

"It's okay if you don't want to." Yan Chen half-lyed beside Yue Huai, and stretched out her beautiful hand under Yue Huai's eyelids, "Just now, my brother hurt his hand just to help you, so you help him heal."

Yue Huai raised her eyes and looked at Yan Chen's hand.

The part of the knuckle on the back of the hand was rubbed with a piece of skin, and it was a little bloodshot.

It's like a red thread sandwiched in white jade, it doesn't attract attention.

The corners of his lips twitched, and he said slowly, "Brother, your injury is quite serious. I can't cure it. I suggest you go to the hospital."

You have to hurry up, or the injury will be healed when you get to the hospital.

Yan Chen's peach blossom eyes were bent, and she smiled, "I don't want to go to the hospital, so you help my brother treat it."

Yue Huai snorted nasally, thought for a while, and held Yan Chen's hands together.

I don't know how to feast, so I look at Yuehuai.

Yue Huai held Yan Chen's hand, nodded slowly, pressed her pale crimson lips to the wound, and kissed it.

"All right."

The young man's lips were warm and soft, like the best dessert Yan Chen had ever eaten.

The warm touch spread from the back of his hand to his heart, making his whole body feel numb.

His eyes darkened involuntarily, and for a moment, he retracted his hand and clenched it tightly into a fist, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Huaihuai, if you do this again, don't blame my brother for not being able to bear it."

He has been very restrained, trying to control the impulse, not to swallow people into his stomach.

But his baby didn't understand his good intentions and always teased him.

Yue Huai raised his chin and swept his eyelids, "Have you endured it?"

First, they took the opportunity to get him home and slept with him in their arms every day, then they used excuses to press him to soundproof and kiss him, and then they sneaked into his room and kissed him with their arms around them.

This is also called tolerance.

Yan Chen: "..."

He chuckled lightly, his peach blossom eyes were dark and flowing, sinking like the sea, staring at Yue Huai for a moment.

After a while, he leaned over and pressed the man onto the bed, "You're right, my brother really didn't bear it all the time."

I don't want to bear it now.

After speaking, bow your head.

"Ugh..."

Yuehuai gasped lightly, and subconsciously opened her mouth.

The man took the opportunity to attack.

Like a crusading general, the attack is fierce and unstoppable.

Yue Huai couldn't help clenching her palms, hesitated for a moment, put her arms around the man's neck, raised her head, and was forced to bear it.