Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Yan Lan accepted all this indifferently, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to her studies. Not long after, the day of her graduation thesis defense arrived.

He arrived at the school half an hour early according to the timetable sent by the class committee. Outside the defense room, the classmates stood in twos and threes. At this serious and tense time, everyone just waved politely and said a few words about the defense. If so, let’s separate and continue to make preparations.

From time to time, there are eyes that quickly float towards Yan Lan and then quickly withdraw. Yan Lan leans against the wall holding the tablet, pretending not to see it.

Not long after, the door of the meeting room opened, and the last classmate who was defending came out and called his name. He quickly turned off the tablet and walked in quickly.

The teachers of the departments sat in a large circle, and the scene was very similar to when he was still in the late stage of Huanxing, and after a dispute with the group leader, he was called to a meeting by Zhuang Yunliu and other executives.

At that time, he was relaxed and comfortable, and even had a little disdain in his heart, but now, even though he was fully prepared and his advisor had affirmed his thesis several times before, he was still nervous.

……

The clock on the wall ticked softly.

He thought, organized, and answered questions seriously, gradually getting better, and even a little unfinished at the end.

Before leaving, he bowed respectfully to the teachers, thanked them for their four years of teaching, and couldn't help but think of Zhuang Ruoren again.

Without him, how could he have this solemn and sacred moment today?

Walking out of the meeting room, the complicated mood has not yet calmed down, suddenly a person walked quickly from diagonally, and whispered: "Yan Lan, come here."

It was the girl who asked him for an autographed celebrity photo, her voice was cautious, and she looked like an enemy.

Following her to the corner of the corridor, she clearly felt that people standing in other places were looking at them. A bad premonition arose in Yan Lan's heart, and her heartbeat gradually increased.

"Yan Lan, you..." The girl asked in a low voice with a difficult face, "Are you divorced?"

Yanlan:! ! !

"How do you know?!" His cold sweat broke out.

"Hey, the class committee counted the students' information for the defense. From the system, I saw that the column of your marital status says divorced, and then posted it on the school forum. Now the downstairs is full of reporters!"

Yanlan:! ! ! ! ! !

As far as he knows, in principle, each student is required to fill out the list compiled by the class committee, and there is no need to write marital status at all, but now that graduation is approaching, many students are not in school, and cannot fill in the form in time for various reasons , the class committee was in a hurry to hand in the task, so they simply filled in the background information of the school's student system, and the information on it was linked to the government's personal data system, comprehensive and true...

He tried his best to avoid it, but the thing he was most worried about happened.

"I don't know who from the class committee made the anonymous post. It's really annoying! It's okay to accidentally see it, but it's exposed. Why should they expose other people's privacy!" The girl complained angrily.

Yan Lan went to the window and looked down. Sure enough, there was a crowd of people downstairs, including reporters and students. The security guards were trying their best to stop them.

Yan Lan's hands and feet began to tremble, and she rubbed the hair on her forehead, her hands were covered with sweat.

The girl followed and asked, "Yan Lan, can I help?"

"Thank you, but..." Yan Lan clenched her trembling hands repeatedly, "I...I'm going down now."

"You can't go down! There are so many of them!" the girl said eagerly.

"I have to go down, otherwise they will never leave! I can't let them toss around in school." Yan Lan tried her best to calm herself down, mobilized her rationality, and walked resolutely to the elevator.

……

Huanxing Entertainment Building.

Zhuang Yunliu was talking to Cao Xue when there was a sudden knock on the office door. Before he could speak, Li Qing, the veteran of Huanxing, the director of public relations, came halfway in with a solemn expression.

"Mr. Zhuang, it's urgent."

Li Qing walked in, her high-heeled shoes poked on the smooth floor repeatedly, the crisp sound was like a heart-pounding drumbeat.

She stood beside Zhuang Yunliu, and turned on her mobile phone to Zhuang Yunliu, Zhuang Yunliu's face immediately became tense.

From this expression, Cao Xue could clearly see the words "big things are not good", so she also took out her mobile phone, and there was no need to search. Yunliu was exposed to divorce", "Yanlan University was blocked", "Zhuang Yunliu's inside story about Yanlan's divorce", etc.

With a "swish", Cao Xue pushed away the chair and stood up.

Zhuang Yunliu lowered his eyes and calmed down for a moment, then said: "Sister Li, contact all the media bosses and ask those who have gone to Yanlan School to withdraw immediately, and tell them that I will hold a media meeting in two hours, and if you want to ask any questions, come directly to them." Me." After a pause, "Tell them clearly that if any media from Yanlan School does not withdraw, they will not cooperate in the future."

"Okay." Li Qing turned and left the office with a condensed expression.

Zhuang Yunliu held the phone in one hand, rubbed his fingers against the fuselage for a moment, sent a message, and looked up again to see Cao Xue looking at him seriously across the desk.

"What's wrong?" he asked calmly.

"Really divorced?"

As an industry insider, she knew that the divorce must be true when she saw the way it was handled. She just wanted to express surprise and concern from the perspective of colleagues and friends.

Zhuang Yunliu was silent for a while, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Cao Xue: ...

How long has it been? Even today, it's less than three months.

play it.

To be honest, there are a lot of flash marriages and divorces in this circle, but once she reaches the "ruling class" like Zhuang Yunliu, she is very cautious about marriage, and she never expected such a trouble to happen.

Just like when they got married back then, she and everyone in the company never expected it.

An intern with no background turned into a rumored lover in a short time, got upright in a short time, and left in a short time. The reality is indeed the most unpredictable and exciting.

Cao Xue shook her head helplessly, and sighed, "Student Yan Lan is going to suffer."

Now that the news has just come out, in order to reduce the impact, Zhuang Yunliu will of course take action to solve it, but after the matter subsides, Zhuang Yunliu will definitely not intervene in Yanlan's affairs unless he is not afraid of continuing to be discussed at the forefront.

And Yan Lan, an amateur, will be harassed by the media every three days, even with malicious intentions, it is conceivable that it will be miserable.

It is obviously the best age, and it is obviously possible to become a shining star, but it is really embarrassing to indulge in love/love and real disputes.

Hearing what she said, Zhuang Yunliu's expression was originally a little depressed, but he seemed to think of something, and suddenly he looked irritable, snorted sourly, and said, "That's not necessarily true."

……

The defense meeting room is on the fifteenth floor. Yan Lan walked into the elevator alone, watching the red numbers indicating the floor flashing slowly and regularly in the extreme silence, like a countdown to danger.

There was more and more sweat on his head, and his hands in his trouser pockets were shaking non-stop.

With a "ding" sound, he arrived on the first floor. He stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the glass door.

The door had been locked by the staff, but his figure was reflected in the glass, and the reporters outside were suddenly excited.

Carrying long/guns and short cannons, they rushed forward unstoppably like waves. Yan Lan stopped involuntarily, and deliberately walked to the side of the building with an idea.

The reporters saw it and thought he was going to escape through the side door of the building, so they also quickly went around to the other side.

He walked like flying, thinking about the layout of the building while walking. There are indeed doors on both sides, but they have been locked for a long time; most of the buildings are offices and meeting rooms. …

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was Zhou Ming calling.

A premonition came to his mind, he stood against the wall, and answered in a low voice.

"Hey."

"I'm outside your school, where are you?"

really.

Zhou Ming's voice was unprecedentedly reliable, Yan Lan hurriedly asked: "Did you drive?"

"of course."

"Then let's do this, you..."

He spoke the plan calmly, leaning against the wall with his slender figure, casting a slanted shadow in the empty and clean corridor.After finishing speaking, he lowered his hand and turned around to lean against the wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued on his way.

The bright blue supercar drove into the campus with a proud whistling sound, all the way to the administrative building.

The students were attracted again, and the journalists with keen sense of smell immediately decided that such a conspicuous car must be related to Yanlan, and immediately surrounded it.

In the car, Zhou Ming twitched the corner of his mouth triumphantly, and began to stage a sneaking game.

Turning the steering wheel to the left is like an eagle catching the hen among the chicks, with a group of unsatisfactory guys behind him, humming and humming behind his car;

When he arrived at the left door of the building, he deliberately slowed down the speed of the car, waiting for people to catch up, then hooked the corner of his mouth again, turned around and accelerated on the spot, the supercar with superior performance instantly drove the crowd far away, and arrived at the building in a few seconds far right.

There is the entrance to the school's large staircase study room.

Different from other study rooms, this study room is open 24 hours a day. The door connected to the building at night will be locked by staff from the outside, and another door is connected to the outside world for students to freely enter and exit. The classroom has been removed. All electronic devices, so there is absolutely no risk of theft.

This large self-study room was opened under the strong request of the students. It solved the difficulty of many students who had no place to study quietly after the classrooms and libraries were closed at 10:30 in the evening, and it was often overcrowded.

Now, Yan Lan is guarding the door leading to the outside world here, bearing the eyes of the whole classroom, either openly or secretly.

Presumably among all these people, he was the only one who hadn't read the posts on the forum.

He held his breath, and as soon as he heard the roar of the supercar outside, he immediately opened the door and dodged out.

The cool wind and the glare of the sun hit his face, and he saw a large number of reporters running towards him not far away. Almost at the same time, large and small lenses were all aimed at him, and the shutter sounded crackling.

He didn't care about his current image, just lowered his head and ran towards Zhou Ming's opened car door. It was only a few steps away, but he felt it was far away; even though he was fully dressed, he felt as if he had been completely stripped naked in public .

The moment he held on to the car door, a reporter rushed to the side. Fortunately, he had the advantage of the position and got in first. Zhou Ming didn't care whether he sat still or closed the door, he kicked the accelerator and left.

Immediately, the houses, roads, plants and reporters backed away quickly. Yan Lan was leaning on the back of the chair profusely with sweat, the hand holding the car door was trembling, and her heart hanging in her throat reluctantly fell back.

... It's okay, it's okay, there is no danger.

Zhou Ming drove out of the campus as if entering no one's land, with a chic smile on his face, "It's so exciting! It's like the escape mission in the game, and I also seem to be a hero!"

In the co-pilot seat, Yan Lan closed her eyes and panted deeply, beads of sweat hung in her hair, and the beautiful Adam's apple on her neck slipped gently.

Zhou Ming looked at him, his excited expression gradually froze, he didn't say anything, just slowed down a little, and drove to the outskirts of the city.

Suddenly, Yan Lan put her palm on her stomach, her brows and eyes tensed.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Zhou Ming asked.

Yan Lan waited for a few seconds before opening her eyes, "Maybe I was too anxious just now, my stomach hurts a bit, it's okay, it will be fine soon."

"Oh." Zhou Ming paused, and finally sighed without anger, "How about it, I'll just say it."

He was referring to what he said that night, once news of the divorce was revealed, Yan Lan would definitely be besieged crazily, and would not be able to live a normal life at all, but at this moment, his tone was neither gloating nor complacent about telling the truth , only worries and concerns.

Yan Lan could hear it.

He leaned back in the chair, looked sideways at Zhou Ming seriously, and said, "Thank you, Master Zhou."

"Why are you being polite, don't be so rude, call me Zhou Ming."

Yan Lan nodded, showing the smile of the rest of her life after a catastrophe.

"How about the defense?" Zhou Ming chatted with him, wanting him to relax as soon as possible.

"Very good." Yan Lan bowed her head, looking at her hands that were still tense, and it was obvious that the defense was just an hour ago, but it felt like a world away.

"I thought... I could compete for an excellent paper."

"Originally?" Zhou Ming looked at him suspiciously.

Yan Lan smiled wryly, "After such a fuss, do you think the school will give me this chance?"

"One size is one size, who knows?" Zhou Ming was naturally optimistic, "Yan Lan, you love learning."

Yan Lan was stunned for a moment, pondering and said: "It's not love, it's just that I'm interested in things I haven't touched before, especially if it's not easy, I want to challenge even more, and I feel like I've done everything. It should be done well, not just study."

"Oh." Zhou Ming had a sudden realization.

This reminded Yan Lan of Zhuang Yunliu.

He also said this to Zhuang Yunliu. At that time, Zhuang Yunliu just looked at him with a little scrutiny from the superior, so that he couldn't guess what the other party was thinking, whether he agreed with him, etc. ;

But talking to Zhou Ming is just talking, there is no hiding, no twists and turns, and you can get the most accurate response immediately without spending any energy.

When the car drove to the outskirts of the city, Zhou Ming stopped on a secluded roadside, stretched his arms, and said, "Yan Lan, congratulations on graduating, you have become a real social person."

Yan Lan's heart moved, and she smiled, "Thank you."

Zhou Ming sighed again, "But just being a student is really fun."

"Yes." Yan Lan followed with emotion, "But people have to grow up, and they have to face the storms of this world alone."

"Hey..." Zhou Ming dragged out his sad tone, and took out his mobile phone, "Then let's face it now."

Yan Lan also took out her mobile phone.

Taking a breath, he clicked through the overwhelming push messages one by one almost numbly, and finally found the message of Zhuang Yunliu buried in the depths.