Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 1234

Chapter 1234: Side Story 8: Get Married (Second Update)

The Dean glanced at him, "Don’t worry about what I’m doing. I heard that as soon as Mr. Mu brought her back, he came to see you first, so that’s why I came looking for you."

The Military Hospital kept the news that Ye Shaohua was concocting potions under wraps.

And the Dean was aware of the gravity of the situation, not knowing how many people from other countries had been sent to dig up information on Ye Shaohua, he kept it very tight.

"I don’t know either," each department had its own secrets, and the Dean understood that if he didn’t speak, even Minister Shen would understand, "But I really don’t know about Mr. Mu’s whereabouts." _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

"Alright then." The Dean originally wanted to ask him why Ye Shaohua had come here, but after hearing Minister Shen’s response, he couldn’t be bothered to ask any further.

He hurried off.

**

Ye Shaohua, who was on the minds of a line of people, was talking to Sister Jiang on the main road.

She still had to attend the press conference, but Ye Shaohua was somewhat reluctant to go, thinking Sister Jiang might think she had something urgent.

Seeing her wandering aimlessly with Mu Xingzhi on the street, Sister Jiang couldn’t help but take Ye Shaohua aside for a stern talk.

"Okay, Sister Jiang," feeling the gaze of passersby turning their way, Ye Shaohua lowered her head, pulling down the hood of her trench coat, "Let’s talk about it in a few days." As she spoke, she glanced to the side.

Mu Xingzhi knew she had something to discuss with Sister Jiang, so he didn’t follow.

He just leaned against a streetlight ten meters away, his head down, smoking a cigarette. The smoke was swirling, and as it slowly rose, it completely shrouded his elegant eyes and brows.

Most of the passersby were looking in his direction.

In fact, Sister Jiang didn’t have much to say to Ye Shaohua.

Compared to other artists, Ye Shaohua was really easy to handle—no scandals, no publicity stunts, a good personality, although the outside world rumored her to be cold and arrogant.

But Sister Jiang knew she was actually extremely gentle, and most people were deceived by her cold, stunning appearance.

"The show’s Director has been settled by me, but you should visit Director Jin in person in a couple of days. You both have your own opinions about the ’Ten Thousand Gods’ script; I won’t intervene. Your editor Guozi keeps in touch," Sister Jiang wanted to say more, but the sight of Mu Xingzhi made her swallow her words, "The show team is still waiting for me. You guys take it easy, don’t get caught by fans."

Ye Shaohua was wearing a blue turtleneck under her coat, the collar covering her chin completely.

The hood of her trench coat was also large enough that when pulled up, her face was basically unseeable.

But to the more obsessive fans, they could recognize her just by her figure.

Ye Shaohua’s photos uploaded online are unedited and closely resemble her in person.

Sister Jiang couldn’t help but worry.

If tomorrow brought news of Ye Shaohua’s romance, Sister Jiang could even imagine the scene of her Weibo, reinforced countless times, crashing yet again.

As a top traffic star, Sister Jiang found this very unfriendly.

She was worried to death, but the top-grade traffic celebrity Ye Shaohua wasn’t worried at all. She leisurely put her hands in her coat pockets, her eyes squinting slightly, her voice somewhat muffled, "You don’t need to worry about this. Backing up ten thousand steps, even if someone captures us, there’s no media that would dare to publish it."

It’s not like they’re not scared for their life.

Even the news media didn’t dare to mess with Mu Xingzhi, let alone those in entertainment media.

On this matter, Ye Shaohua naturally had a clear gauge in mind.

"You..." Sister Jiang was at a loss for words, "Alright, go on your way quickly."

Ye Shaohua turned and walked toward Mu Xingzhi.

Although Mu Xingzhi was smoking, his gaze had been on them the whole time. Seeing Ye Shaohua coming over, he immediately snuffed out the cigarette and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

The snow underfoot was mostly cleared away.

Only the snow on the green strip by the road remained.

Reflecting in the haze.

He glanced in the direction Sister Jiang was leaving and reached out unabashedly to hold Ye Shaohua’s hand, "What did you two talk about? Sister Jiang seemed quite upset."

"Even though smoking is not good, I can tolerate it. You don’t have to hide it from me," Ye Shaohua responded nonchalantly, seizing his hand, "And don’t call her Sister Jiang; she would be scared to death if she knew who you are one day."

Mu Xingzhi tilted his head to look at her, finally smiling, "I’ll quit."

Ye Shaohua said nothing.

When Sister Jiang reached the program team, as she habitually went to get in the car, she impulsively looked in Ye Shaohua’s direction.

She caught sight of the man holding the woman’s hand, stuffing it into his coat pocket.