When Song Qingyou got the news, she happened to be rushing upstairs to the hospital.

Today is the day when Xu Qingran undergoes amputation surgery. Previously, the hospital took advantage of Xu Qingran's waking time to ask her to sign the consent form for the surgery.

When it was time for the official surgery today, she had to see Song Qingyou before she would do the surgery.

Song Qingyou received a call from the hospital early in the morning. When she was approaching the entrance of the hospital, Fu Bei suddenly braked and stopped on the side of the road.

Song Qingyou shook her body and dropped the phone in her hand. She bent down to pick it up and looked up at Fu Bei in the driver's seat: "What's wrong?"

Fu Bei stared at the distance not far away, frowning, and said in a deep voice: "There are reporters."

Hearing the sound, Song Qingyou turned her head and glanced out the car window.

The entrance to the hospital was blocked and there were reporters holding cameras everywhere, and the media was broadcasting live.

If Fu Bei's car had driven one kilometer further in, it would probably have been blocked by this group of people.

Song Qingyou's eyes darkened, and she dialed the phone: "Check what's going on with these reporters at the entrance of the No. 1 Hospital."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingyou half-closed her eyes and looked indifferent.

Fu Bei glanced in the rearview mirror, then looked up at the large crowd in front of him, waiting in the car with Song Qingyou.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang again.

Song Qingyou's green-white fingertips scratched the screen and turned on the public display.

After the call was connected, the other person quickly said: "Someone anonymously submitted an article to a famous celebrity early this morning, and it has now exploded on the Internet. In addition..."

"explain."

"I just learned that someone reported the construction site of you and Mr. Jiang."

Reporting this matter can be big or small. If it's a minor matter, just bring in a few people to investigate. If it's a serious matter... the project will be permanently suspended, and the person in charge will be taken to the police station for investigation.

Fu Bei's eyebrows tightened: "What should I do next? Do you want me to investigate who is behind it?"

Song Qingyou rubbed her knuckles and chuckled: "No, I know who it is."

Fu Bei looked at that stunning face through the rearview mirror and felt a little dazed.

It seems that no matter how big things happen, she will always be able to strategize without getting angry at all.

Unlike their little Mr. Fu, who has a temper that explodes at the slightest moment, and can be violent all day long but never speak.

Perfect match.

Fu Bei thought.

Song Qingyou didn't know what Fu Bei was thinking, but she felt there was something profound in his eyes, so she asked, "What's wrong? There's something on my face?"

Realizing that he had lost his temper, Fu Bei hurriedly looked away for the first time, coughed dryly and said, "No, I'm wondering what you will do next."

Song Qingyou smiled lightly and said: "Treat others in their own way."

At that time, Fu Bei didn't understand the meaning of her words. He only nodded after listening: "I'll drive through the back door."

"No need." Song Qingyou said: "If she wants to die so much, just let her die and go to the company."

Fu Bei paused for two seconds and immediately turned the car around.

The public opinions and popular searches that appeared on the Internet disappeared without a trace in less than two hours. As long as someone talks about this matter on Weibo, their account will be blocked immediately.

The situation died down before it escalated.

Fu's top floor.

"Mr. Fu, we have found out that the news was spread by the Ruan family. Could it be... Ruan Yinyin?" Fu Nan guessed.

"Ruan Yinyin?" Fu Wenzhou stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the scenery downstairs, with an upright posture.

He sneered and said: "She is not so capable and can use so many connections."
Chapter completed!