Lin Yanyao has not left the laboratory for seven days. He has been in the laboratory for both eating, drinking and sleeping in the past seven days.

Actually, he didn't sleep much.

He was devoted to the research project and forced himself to throw away all the troubles outside the world.

After a few days, I had less than eight hours of sleep. As for my cell phone, it was already out of power.

But unexpectedly, the research came to an end and came out of it and let him hear new scandals about the girl.

Does she have a boyfriend?

More than one more?

Very good, very good...

Lin Yanyao felt that his heart should have been paralyzed.

The interns were so scared that they were about to run away. Unexpectedly, they turned around and were stopped by Lin Yanyao.

"stop!"

He spoke, his voice hoarse and full of fatigue.

The interns had to turn around, lower their heads, and apologized repeatedly, "Director Lin, I'm sorry, we were wrong, we will never dare to talk about your affairs again."

"Lend me your cell phone."

The interns were stunned.

"I'll lend you my lent."

Soon, someone reacted and quickly handed over his cell phone.

Lin Yanyao nodded and thanked.

After taking it, I slid my fingers and opened the Weibo software straight.

Everyone looked at him nervously.

Lin Yanyao quickly read the news about her in the past few days.

The black fans picked up the photos and were surrounded by wreaths and paper money outside the house.

I received death threats from black fans and then had five new boyfriends, basically changing them every day.

I learned to smoke, fell in love with drinking, and today I smoked a cigarette with another man.

Lin Yanyao quits Weibo.

He returned the phone to the intern.

Hands in hand, leaving without saying a word.

There was never any turmoil on the face.

All the interns looked at me and I looked at you, and they were all confused.

"Director Lin really doesn't care about that woman anymore?"

"Then this is a good thing!"

"But why do I feel that something is wrong?"

After Lin Yanyao returned home, he slept in a day and night.

After waking up, the first phone call was called to the real estate agency, "He will help me get the house down, no matter what the price, he will pay."

"yes."

Lin Yanyao got up and washed up.

As soon as the phone was charged, it rang like a deadly call.

After Lin Yanyao vomited all the foam in his mouth, he rinsed his mouth, and then walked back to the room to answer the phone.

The phone call was called by his mother Zhang Shufen.

"Yan Yao, go home for dinner today! Your Uncle Zhang has come back from abroad and says he has brought you a lot of novel things."

Lin Yanyao sat back on the bed.

"The latest novel should be Uncle Zhang's daughter, right?"

Zhang Shufen sighed on the phone, "Yan Yao, it's not that my parents want to urge you, but you are really not young now. Look at Li Feng and then look at Yanbei. Which of their children can be used as a soy sauce? Should we hurry up?"

"Mom, I really don't plan to find a girlfriend anymore. You don't have to bother introducing me anymore."

"Mom promises you that this time will definitely not be like last time."

"Mom, I really don't need it."

"You're still Chu Qing?"

“…”

Lin Yanyao was silent on the phone.

"Yan Yao, give up on her!"

Zhang Shufen felt sorry for her son, "If you were destined to be together ten years ago, why would you wait until now?"

"Mom, if I could let go, and I let it go ten years ago, how could I still wait until now?"

"You... you stupid kid! Are you really trying to make your mother feel sorry for you?"

"Mom, let's talk about Uncle Zhang's daughter later!"

Lin Yanyao hung up the phone.

After a while, another new phone call came in.

The person who called was the real estate agent just now.

"Mr. Lin, the house has been negotiated. The people there seemed to be in a hurry to sell it and did not raise the price with us at all. So I asked someone to investigate again and found out that something happened to this house recently. Someone kept giving away the dead people's things to their door. Do you see if we..."

“Pay it!”

"Uh...yes, OK."

"Give them a day to move out immediately."

"Don't worry about this. They have moved out of their residence long ago and now it's empty."

"Okay, I get it."

***

Late that night, Li Chuqing came back from outside with a drunken state.

Another young man sent her back.

The reporters had already photographed them coming in together as early as downstairs.

"Chu Qing, I'll send you in! What is your door password? I'll open the door for you."

The young man helped Li Chuqing to enter the door, but Li Chuqing pushed him away, "Get out!"

She knew that this young man wanted to rely on her to make scandals, but fortunately he became a hit in the entertainment industry.

She doesn't care if she is used by others, she is also using others anyway.

Only when she keeps messing with men and news is frequently exposed will netizens and paparazzi completely let Lin Yanyao go.

"Chu Qing, you are drunk, I'm not relieved if I don't send you in."

The young man came up with no trouble.

But Li Chuqing had no patience anymore. She kicked off the high heels on her feet, held them in her hand, and pressed her heels against the man's chest, "I told you to get out, don't you understand? You have been fryed by me!"

The young man was a little angry, but Li Chuqing was still a rumored actress after all. Although her reputation was not good, her traffic should not be underestimated, so he didn't dare to make things difficult for her. He just said: "Then you go to bed early, and I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Li Chuqing dared to promise that this man would stay in her community for one to two hours before going out.

Following the reporters, they would write about how many hours they would meet at home. As for what they did, netizens would think about it.

She is no longer surprised by this kind of trick used in the entertainment industry.

Li Chuqing was holding her high heels and leaning against the door panel, looking at the long corridor, feeling a little dazed.

What's going on?

When did her doorstep become so clean?

What about those wreaths? What about those incense and candles? What about those paper money?

All of them disappeared!

Suddenly she was so "lucky", and she was still a little uncomfortable.

Of course, the garbage at her door was definitely not that the property owners were unwilling to clean up, but that they didn't clean it up in time. After cleaning it up, a new one was immediately replaced.

But today it’s different. It’s like the entire property in the community has been replaced.
To be continued...