[Don't say it, please don't say it... they really don't look alike. I didn't feel this way when I only saw Yan Yihuan, but now Yan Yiqing has also appeared, and it's even more obvious when put together. Yan Zhiyu and her two brothers don't look alike at all.]

[Maybe the son follows his mother and the daughter follows her father? ]

[But Yan Zhiyu doesn’t look like her father! Her brother looks a lot like both her father and mother. ]

[Could it be inherited from the previous generation? It's actually quite common for family members to not look alike. I don't look much like my parents. But Yan Zhiyu is even more strange. She's the only one in the family who doesn't look alike! ]

However, netizens only discussed it for a few minutes and did not take it seriously.

Soon, the comments were drowned out.

Gao Sirong, however, seemed to be thinking about something.

She suddenly thought of her previous guess, the sudden change in the relationship between Yan Zhiyu and Fang Wei, and Yan Yiqing's extremely cold attitude towards Yan Zhiyu, but he wanted to visit Fang Wei on the set...

The truth may not be what she thinks.

Gao Sirong put all the photos of the Yan family together, and it was only Yan Zhiyu who looked a little out of place. Then he clicked on Fang Wei's photo and covered Yan Zhiyu's face...

The scene that was not harmonious just now suddenly became harmonious.

Looking at these two photos, Gao Sirong's expression became more and more excited.

Finally, he laughed triumphantly.

"Yan Zhiyu, Yan Zhiyu... I'm about to catch you!"

......

Gao Sirong dressed up carefully and came to a five-star hotel.

I opened the door and saw a short old man standing in front of the window. He had a bald spot on his head and a big beer belly, as if he was pregnant for several months.

When he saw Gao Sirong, a lewd expression appeared on that old face, and he looked even greasy.

"My darling, come here quickly and let your brother give you a good kiss!"

When the thick, short hand came up eagerly, Gao Sirong felt nauseous and almost vomited. Thinking of the past today, she suppressed her nausea and greeted him with a smile.

After they were intimate for a while, she snuggled in the old man's arms like a little bird, and a sweet sound came out of her throat.

"Brother Zhao, there is something I would like you to help me with."

President Zhao glanced at her and said lazily, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Of course, I'm not stupid enough to think that Gao Sirong and I are together for the sake of others. This is just a fair money and sex transaction, and it's a matter of mutual consent. As long as Gao Sirong's request is not too excessive, I will satisfy it.

"I want you to help me investigate Yan Zhiyu."

President Zhao's expression froze. He was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "No matter what, the Yan family is a wealthy family in the capital. I can't afford to offend them."

Seeing that 놛 was unwilling, Gao Sirong became anxious and took out the coquettish killing hand chime.

"Brother Zhao, you are so powerful, what do the Yan family mean to you? I believe that Brother Zhao will definitely find a way! Oh, Brother Zhao, please, just help--"

Before he finished speaking, Gao Sirong shrieked.

She covered her face in disbelief, which was twisted to one side by the blow, and half of it was burning.

President Zhao stood up and put on his clothes, his face already cold and indifferent.

"Before, I didn't know Yan Zhiyu's identity, so I helped you find a PR team to discredit her several times... So when you called me today, I didn't help you, and you went to buy stupid hot searches on your own... Wasn't my meaning clear enough?"

"As a result, you clearly know that I can't afford to offend these wealthy families, but you still want me to wade into the muddy water. Do you want to kill me, mom?"

As he was talking, he felt unsatisfied and raised his hand to slap him hard.

This time, both sides of Gao Sirong's face were swollen.

But she didn't dare to lose her temper, fearing that she would lose this backer from now on, so she had to apologize and smile: "Brother Zhao, I'm sorry, I was wrong... I won't ask you for anything today, let's continue, please don't be angry, okay?"

She wanted to hold Mr. Zhao's hand.

However, he was rejected by the other party.

"Come back to see me after you've taken care of your face. You look so disgusting now!"

The door of the hotel was closed indifferently.

After the people walked away, Gao Sirong smashed everything she could at hand, and sat on the bed, panting excitedly. Both sides of her face were swollen, and it hurt every time she breathed.

The hatred in her eyes almost burst out.

If it weren't for Yan Zhiyu and Fang Wei, would she have suffered the humiliation just now? It's all because of them... It's all because of them!

It doesn't matter if Mr. Zhao refuses to help her...

She checked herself.

There is definitely something wrong between Yan Zhiyu and Fang Wei!