Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 63 Hush.

The rest area in the corner of the studio.

The two women and one man were locked in a standoff, the atmosphere tense. Xu Guinan had already taken care of the production crew, and no one came to interfere.

Under the soft light, Yan Zhuoyu smiled radiantly, her beauty captivating. The upturned brown-red eyeliner in her eyes was exquisite and alluring, carrying a hint of pity.

Someone actually wants to cyberbully President Pei? Who's cyberbullying whom here?

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes were slightly cold as she glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, but she did not admit to having a boyfriend as he had suggested.

"You are indeed despicable. There are many mosquitoes in the summer. You made a big deal out of a single bite. Teacher Xu not only loves to take photos secretly, but also loves to ruin people's reputations. It's truly an eye-opener."

Xu Guinan, with his hands in his pockets, leaned casually against the wall: "Say what you will. Although you're not a top-tier actress, you still have a lot of attention. Even if it's just a mosquito bite, if I say it's a hickey and make up some stories, like a certain actress having a promiscuous private life and multiple sexual partners, netizens will love to gossip."

He lowered his voice to make sure only the three of them could hear him.

Qiao Xinyun stood in front of her artist, gently pressing down on Yan Zhuoyu's arm and signaling with her eyes not to act impulsively and to try to negotiate amicably first.

She guided him in a calm and measured tone: "It seems that Teacher Xu Guinan has been making up this little story since just now. He really went to great lengths."

"uh-huh."

Xu Guinan chuckled, which was taken as tacit acceptance of Qiao Xinyun's accusation.

He couldn't find out who Yan Zhuoyu's non-celebrity boyfriend was. It seemed to be well hidden, or perhaps he wasn't a boyfriend at all, but rather a sugar daddy or a partner with whom she maintained some kind of relationship.

In such a small space, Yan Zhuoyu and her companion's subtle movements could not escape his notice.

Xu Guinan looked up and pointed to the surveillance camera in the corner without any attempt to hide his expression: "You guys are watching this?"

Yan Zhuoyu raised her eyebrows, but did not deny it.

In fact, the surveillance cameras in the studio were not important to her.

Mr. Pei's bodyguards all have work records, which are equivalent to dashcams and are very high-definition.

Xu Guinan took a few steps forward, a triumphant smile on his face: "Let me think, are you planning to expose this surveillance footage and turn the tables on me?"

As the distance between them shortened, Yan Zhuoyu stepped back slightly. In addition to the rich scent of begonia tea men's perfume, she also noticed a milky fragrance.

This milky scent doesn't smell like any perfume; it has no fishy smell at all, and it's more like the unique scent of a baby.

Xu Guinan stopped half a meter away from her, his eyes filled with confidence and smugness at having everything under control.

“Xiao Yan, knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle. I know your methods very well. Whenever you are in trouble, you always miraculously produce key evidence, such as audio or video recordings. Therefore, in order to prevent all of this from happening, I have turned off the surveillance in advance.”

He beckoned with his finger and said, "Now, you have no choice."

With the audience voting period about to end, Xu Guinan was eager for a result.

Yan Zhuoyu calmly picked up the makeup bag from the small table.

The LV metal trunk was originally intended for storing cosmetics, but she preferred to use it for self-defense.

Yan Zhuoyu hates being threatened, and there's no one monitoring him right now, so what's he being so arrogant about?

"Oh, you turned off the surveillance cameras, so there aren't any cameras pointing at us around? I'm such a poor little girl, I can't find any evidence at all."

Yan Zhuoyu stood up, carrying her bag. Wearing high heels, she was almost the same height as Xu Guinan, and even completely overwhelmed him in terms of presence.

Qiao Xinyun shrugged helplessly.

Fine, this person won't listen to advice. Does she really think that when she stood in front of her just now, she was protecting Yan Zhuoyu?

Xu Guinan mistakenly thought that Yan Zhuoyu was scared, and said happily, "Don't be afraid, it can also be another shot. You kiss me and let your agent record the wonderful moment of our collaboration."

Yan Zhuoyu had fair skin, and even when she was feigning grievance, her eyes were red and pitiful: "Do you know why I have a preference for Louis Vuitton?"

“I don’t care about that.” Xu Guinan tapped his cheek, implying to her, “I only care about this: kiss me.”

"OK, I'll grant your request."

Yan Zhuoyu grabbed her bag and got to work, controlling her strength perfectly. With a thud, the small square bag "kissed" Xu Guinan on the head.

It happened without warning, and very suddenly.

Xu Guinan's vision blurred a few times, and then he was kicked in the back of his knee, losing his balance and staggering to his knees.

In her dizziness, she heard a woman's teasing voice advising her: "Now you care, right? Louis Vuitton bags never cut corners. Don't worry, this isn't a wine bottle, it won't disfigure you, and you don't have a wig like Wang Jiaye, so there's no need to rush around looking for things."

“Look up at me, relax. You might be dizzy right now, but it’s much better than rambling on and on, right?”

Yan Zhuoyu leaned down slightly and whispered, "Xu Guinan, you have a child, don't you?"

She parted her lips slightly, looking down at Xu Guinan with a condescending and disdainful air.

The ink-wash style long dress gradually receded from Xu Guinan's perspective, and the commotion finally alerted the production crew who had been pretending to be deaf and dumb.

"Teacher Xu, are you alright?!"

"Call an ambulance!"

"Xu Guinan, should we call the police?"

With his agent's help, Xu Guinan managed to stand up, Yan Zhuoyu's words echoing repeatedly in his mind.

"Teacher Xu, now it's your turn to guess whether netizens think what I said is true or just a little story I made up."

child……

How did Yan Zhuoyu know about this?

Xu Guinan suddenly felt a ringing in his ears. He grabbed the hem of his manager's clothes and tried to clear his head: "No, I'm fine. It was just an accident. There's no need to call the police."

The agent looked worried: "Are you really alright? Let me take you to the hospital!"

"Okay, okay..." Xu Guinan agreed haphazardly, but his heart was already on the verge of collapse.

After he was sent away, there were only two minutes left before the start of this round of the game.

The atmosphere on set was unusually tense.

The director of "Yao Yun Jue" tentatively asked, "Shall we continue filming?"

"What's the point of recording when everyone's not even here? Look at the mess you've made!" The director kicked away the trash can at his feet in frustration.

Everyone turned their attention to Yan Zhuoyu, the instigator of this accident.

Yan Zhuoyu felt no guilt at all. She fiddled with the delicate little square bag on the table and noticed a scratch on her nude pink nail polish.

She needs to get a new manicure; how about Pei Weijin goes with her this time?

I also need to get a new bag.

The director had barely uttered a word when Yan Zhuoyu put her finger to her lips, her charming, watery eyes smiling, her slender, white fingertips making her red lips appear even more alluring: "Shh."

"You want attention, don't you? You're not satisfied with the news I created?"

"Keep recording, and say that Xu Guinan went home to nurse her child."