The Former Wife of Invisible Wealthy Man

Ye Ho is attending a product launch today. This is the first time Ye Ho has stood in front of the media since news of Ye Ho's involvement with Shen's family broke out online.

Dai Zhi has already told Ye Ho that although the news has been depressed on the Internet, the media love to capture the wind and will definitely ask questions without hesitation.

At this time, Ye Ho stood on the stage and sat underneath the stage full of media. They held the camera in their hand, and the shutter kept pressing, and the "clicking” sounded upside down.

The media looked at Ye Hao with a foolish and moving gossip heart. How could they let go of this opportunity when the righteous man was on the stage?

By the time the media asked questions, no one was prepared to ask about Ye Hao's endorsement products, and the media focused on Ye Hao and Shen Jia's affairs.

“Miss Ip Ho, is it true about you and Shen's youngest son? ”

“Is it true that everyone said that your resources were given to you by the Shen family? ”

“Have you changed so much since you came out, because of the mountains? ”

No matter how sharp the questions asked by the media were, Ye Hao's colour remained unchanged and he maintained a decent smile.

At this point, Dai Zhi asked: "Ye Hao does not answer anything about the Shen family. ”

The scene was quiet for a moment, and they all knew if Daiji was a gold medal broker, Daiji and Ye Hao or Wari's. Even if they were curious, they wouldn't dare confront Juarez openly.

The media started asking questions about the product, and Ye Ho picked up the microphone and answered.

Towards the end of the press conference, a journalist threw a question: "Miss Ip Ho, what are your criteria for choosing a spouse? ”

The question did not concern the Shen family, and Dai Zhi did not stop the person.

At this moment, the air seems to be silent. Whether Ye Hao has anything to do with the Shen family or not, it is undeniable that Ye Hao is a beautiful young man with an unlimited future.

In recent times, Ye Hao wind has become a new direction in the entertainment industry. So, what does a good person like Ip Ho look like in her heart?

Everyone is waiting for Ip Ho's answer.

After Ye Ho heard about the problem, her eyes began to outline Shen's appearance little by little.

Dark eyes, straight nose, thin lips just right. She never saw anyone more handsome than him.

But what struck her was far from his face.

She likes Shen Zheng, who always treats herself sincerely and without reservation. What he thinks in his heart is always himself.

How lucky she was to be with him all her life.

Shen said one in 100,000 is good, she can't even describe it in words. If you really want her to describe it in detail, I'm afraid she won't be able to finish it for days and nights.

Thousands of thoughts passed through Ye Hao's mind, and Ye Hao opened his mouth and was ready to answer.

Shen Zhuo sat down at Juarez, and he also clicked on the video of this press conference and saw the journalist ask Ye Hao a question. At this point, he saw Ye Hao's lips curled up and opened.

Ye Ho looked at the air in front of her, but looked at Shen Zhen in the lens as if she was answering, and her tone was utterly serious.

“I like someone, and I want him to treat me sincerely and always be good to me. ”

Ye Ho did not know and Shen Zhuo heard her answer. He looked deeply into the ear and his lips snapped up.

In the afternoon, Ye Ho went to shoot an ad and had not started shooting yet. She was sitting in the dressing room playing with her phone. Liu got a call and went out.

After a while, Xiao Liu returned with a bunch of flowers. She handed them to Ye Xiao: “Ye Xiao, there are your flowers again. It's been almost half a month. Why do people send you flowers every day? ”

Ye Hao picked up the flowers and bowed his head and sang.

Starting half a month ago, she was sent a bouquet of flowers every day. The flowers are beautiful and the packaging is very premium, and she receives flowers of different varieties every day.

The only similarity is that the flower giver never revealed his name, he was always anonymous and only attached a delicate card to the flower.

It says here: To the beautiful Miss Ip Ho.

Day after day, always. Over time, Ip Ho became familiar with this handwriting.

On this day, the anonymous sends a champagne rose, a bright, beautiful rose of champagne.

Liu opened his mouth and asked his own question: “Who do you think sent this flower? Probably a male fan, I guess. ”

Xiao Liu's brain cave opened wide: “Or, not a male fan at all, flowers are sent by a successful person, who may want to pursue you, but dare not say it directly. ”

Ye Ho took Xiao Liu's brain cavity and laughed: “Okay, it must be from a fan. Forget it. ”

Xiao Liu went out to work, Ye Ho put the flowers on the dressing table and bowed his head to play with his phone.

At this point, the door to the makeup room was opened, and one person walked in, which was an encounter. Tsen looked at Ye Hao and glanced at the flowers on the dresser. She walked over.

When Tsen walked behind Ye Ho, Ye Ho didn't even notice, she looked at the phone. Tsen called softly: "Ye Hao. ”

Suddenly someone made a noise and Ye Hao shocked. She put her phone on the table, hands to the side, and accidentally got the flowers to the floor.

Ye Hao was just about to pick it up, and then a long hand went over to her, first she stepped in the direction of the flower.

The flowers fell on the floor, and the cards were scattered.

Centum picked up the flowers and picked up the cards. Centipede stood up straight, holding the flower in her hand, and looked down at Ye Hao.

When the corner of his mouth bent slightly, his hand moved forward and handed the flower to Ye Hao, he opened his mouth: "Your flower. ”

Chen encountered the other hand holding the card, and he also handed it to Ye Hao: “And your card. ”

Ye Hao picked up the flowers and cards and said, “Thank you. ”

It's a coincidence that she meets Tsen on these trips. If he happens to be nearby, he will say hello.

Is it really such a coincidence?

At this point, the sound of Centipede sounded: “Do you like the flowers? ”

Ye Xiao raised his head to the eyes of the encounter. In his calm eyes in the past, this moment seemed to be a hidden emotion.

He seemed very concerned about his own assessment of the flower.

Why? They're just friends.

Ye Ho felt strange, and the words Liu had just said appeared in his mind. Liu said that flowers were sent to her every day, maybe someone was chasing her.

Too many coincidences, she had to wonder.

Ye Ho stabilized her emotions, and she looked at Tsen: “Can you write me a few words?” She just needs to confirm one thing.

She wants to see if the text on the card matches that of Centipede.

Tsen meets his eyebrows, and he has some guesses about Ye Hao's intentions. That's fine, but his heart dropped completely.

Centipede is calm: “Write what? ”

Ye Ho thought about it and said, “Just write a few words. Write whatever you want.” Even one word can confirm her guess.

Tsen did not move. He was not prepared to write with a pen. Black eyes looked at Ye Hao: “Don't know what you want to see? ”

Ip Ho: “Whatever you want. ”

Tsen meets with a careless voice: “Ip Ho, if you want to see anything, I'll write it to you. ”

When he met Ye Hao, he raised his hand and slowly spread his palms apart. His palms were empty. He laughed, "If you don't give me the paper and the pen, how do I write it? ”

Ye Ho thought about this, and she turned to the table beside her and was ready to go to the paper and pen: "Wait a minute. ”

Ye Ho walked to the table, she looked for a moment, brought a piece of paper and a pen and put it on the table: “You can start writing. ”

Ye Ho stood aside and gave Tsen a place. When Tsen met the first few steps, he picked up the pen and spread out the paper.

Tsen hasn't started writing yet. If his gaze seemed to glance at the cards on the table, the tone was deep: “I hope that what I wrote will satisfy you. ”

Centipede leaned down and touched the snow white paper. The pencil crosses the paper and the black lettering shows up little by little. The light shines on the paper, and the words on the paper are clear.

“To the beautiful Miss Ip Ho. ”

Same words on the card, same letters. The handwriting is sharp, the pen is cold, and the score is no different.

Ye Ho confirmed her thoughts, and she sighed in her heart: "It's really you.” The person who anonymously sent her flowers these past few days is Centipede.

Tsen stood up straight. He leaned in front of the dresser and couldn't help but look away. He confessed frankly: “It's me. ”

Ye Ho asked: "Why did you send me flowers for so many days? ”

When he encountered her, his eyes swept across Ye Hao's face and his voice sounded clearly: “If you like someone, go after her. I don't think there's anything to hide. ”

His voice dropped a few points: “If my behavior abruptly abrupted you, I apologize here first. ”

Ye Hao took a few seconds to look at the encounter and said seriously: “I'm sorry, I already have someone I like. ”

Tsen's smile was stiff and her voice stalled: “May I ask, who is this man? ”

Ye Ho had Shen's face in her head, and she smiled unconsciously: "I can't tell you who he is, I can only say that he is a very good man. ”

Ye Hao's eyes were bright and clear, and she emphasised with great seriousness: "I will never meet such a good person in my life. ”

Tsen could tell that Ip Ho was very happy when she mentioned someone she liked. It seems that no one can intervene between them anymore.

Tsen was somewhat sad. He was prepared to pursue Ye Hao very seriously. Unfortunately, his pursuit had not yet begun and was over.

Tsen smiled: "Well, bless you. ”

Tsen's encounter restored the appearance of the Weekday Sprinkle: “Ye Hao, you were the first person I pursued, I didn't expect to fail like this. ”

“Alas, I'm a little sad. ”

Ye Ho comforted Cen: “You are so good, you will surely meet better people. ”

Tsen met Ye Hao and silenced for a few seconds.

After a while, Cen opened his mouth and said something that seemed to be different. His voice was very light and light, as if it was about to dissipate: “That's different. ”

Ye Ho didn't hear me clearly. She asked, "What are you talking about? ”

Centipede raised her head and held her smile together. The sadness just momentarily subsided. He said, "I said," I'll take the flowers first, and it won't interfere with your work. ”

Ye Hao had no idea what was going on: "Thank you. ”

Centipede took the flowers and went straight away. Ye Ho's voice rang behind him. He didn't turn around and waved his hand backwards: “You're welcome. ”

After that, Ye Hao also left. Nobody knows what happened here.

Is there really a ghost in the world? The echo of this psychic show has always been good, but Sun Gui has always sought a breakthrough since I asked so much.

In the next issue of the show, Sun Zhou found the director of Xia Zhou Palace Museum and applied to be filmed in Xia Zhou Palace.

Dean Xia is middle-aged, but he still knows a lot about young people's things on the Internet. The show was hot and he was a loyal audience.

During the years of exhibition at the Summer Zhou Palace, no crew came in to film. Dean Xia is also considering filming a documentary, and this time the show is just a good publicity.

After discussing and eliminating old or unrepaired insecurities, the parties decided to open several palaces on the programme that had not been exhibited.

The official Weibo of the Xia Zhou Palace Museum sent out a Weibo: “There are people at night. ”

Below is a poster, standing in the shadow of a monster in a large palace with a lamp in his hand.

“What the hell is going on! Is the summer palace open at night? How do you sell tickets? ”

“You really want to go upstairs, go wash up and sleep. This tweet and poster clearly match the style of the show next door. I guess there's a ghost show team going to Summer Chow Palace. ”

Shortly afterwards, the program relayed Xia Zhou's official blog and announced the incident.

Guests and netizens alike learned that the next issue of the show will take place in the centuries-old Summer Week Palace. Message one, shock the internet.

Ancient mysterious places always tell stories. The Summer Week Palace is never open at night and is cleared as soon as the afternoon hours arrive. No visitors can stay here until dark.

Some say they've seen ghosts, others say they've lost their way inside and they can't go to the Summer Palace... but these are just rumors.

The internet friends are eager to finally wait for the day the show begins.

From the outset, the number of viewers has already broken its record, as it attracts not only an enthusiastic audience, but also fans of Summer Palace.

“Ahhh, the show hasn't started yet. I've been frightened. I'm going to Summer Zhou Palace. There are terrible rumors. ”

“Xia Zhou Palace has been exhibiting for so many years, there are so many staff, never have anything happened, don't listen to the wind is rain, okay? ”

A group of guests gathered outside the palace gate, laughing and not being influenced by online rumors. The girls had a fair amount of nerve, and only Kong had the charm.

Ye Ho saw Song Bai carrying his schoolbag: “Have you brought your homework again? ”

Song Bai shook his head: “Today's temporary supplementary school, I just came from school, I forgot to put the history textbooks under the desk. ”

Song Bai said, taking out her history book and turning to the side of Xia Zhou to show Ye Ho.

“Xiaobai, you brought the book, so did I.” Zhao Hua pulled an old book out of his bag, the cover was wrinkled, and he could almost see the words on it, Ancient Dictionary.

Ye Ho couldn't help but ask: “Where did you get this book? ”

Zhao Huai giggled: “When I was filming earlier, I saw it on the floor stall. The stall owner said that nobody bought it there, so why don't you give it to me? ”

Guests present: "…”

The audience laughed out loud and the atmosphere of terror was suddenly faded. Fortunately, the guests had the audacity, otherwise even the internet friends had to pay attention to them.

“This complexity is really clear, the previous issues were to break the feudal superstition, and now a group of celebrities are actually starting to go through history books in the summer palace. ”

“What the hell is an ancient exotic record, or bought it from a stall! Don't believe me, the cover of this book is unreliable, don't scare yourself. ”

“Rest assured, this issue of Zhu Tianshi is back, and our Ye Daxian is here, any demon monster will appear in its original form. ”

Unlike your thoughts, when you know that you are coming to Summer Palace, Ye Hao's first feeling is not fear, but anticipation.

She is familiar with the Summer Week dynasty, which has already occurred twice.

The program said it was going to some areas that had not been publicly exhibited, so Ye Hao took the opportunity to find out the truth.

The guests stood still, only Ye Ho asked: "When can we go in, Mother Xia? ”

Dean Xia didn't know where to get a lantern: “I'll take you inside. ”

“Am I the only one who thinks of pretty girls with lights on posters? Posters and Dean Xia, it's a seller show and a buyer show. ”

“Shh, they're going into the palace. Don't ruin the atmosphere. Haven't seen Summer Palace at night yet, I can't wait. ”

Ye Ho watched the doors of the Summer Palace open in front of her, and a dull and depressed air approached her and surrounded her. She looked at it and maybe she was the only one who felt it.

Their figure disappeared into the palace and the door slowly closed and locked.

Dean Xia walked the group in the Summer Palace with a light.

The night is already dark, and the top of the head is a white moon like a pear blossom, like being pinched by a dark night, even the moonlight is blurred and invisible.

The cold moonlight slanted to the ground, adding a somewhat strange atmosphere.

The walls of the palace trapped them on this side of the earth, and the passage was wide and long, with a layer of repression and heavy shackles behind its solemn back.

A long palace lane, a lonely wind, a cold lamp.

Around the night, they followed this invisible path, only to feel cold and unseen.

Oddly enough, there were no ghosts on the way.