My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 695

"Okay."

Looking at the rain outside, Jocelyn couldn't help but think again of Paige's words just now.

She felt that she needed to talk to Ryan, properly.

Just at this time, in her phone, another one popped up, just forwarded by X Entertainment, Director Bailey's post, "@Director Bailey, thanks to the director for helping to dispel the rumors."

Jocelyn clicked straight in.

The first thing she saw was a post that director Bailey had just released, "Don't start rumors, the crew this person is talking about is my crew, that day, Ryan didn't leave for no reason. It was a problem with the crew's filming site, there was no way to shoot, so I let him go back first. Another rumors, lawyer's letter is served."

Although director Bailey's post was published in a short time, the following forwarding and comments have already exceeded 300,000.

[I knew it, Ryan is not that irreverent.]

[Ryan is so good, why should he be smeared?]

[Ryan, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have smeared you, please ask the person who created the rumor, do you have a problem?]

[The entertainment world is filled with real and fake, I'd rather be neutral.]

[All fans, thank director Bailey, we will definitely support your new drama when it is released.]

[Ryan is so miserable.]

The public opinion instantly flipped.

Jocelyn hooked her lips in relief and dialed Ryan's phone number.

On the other side of the phone, Ryan was sitting in the studio of HC magazine downtown, styling his hair while watching everything in the Weibo.

His eyes had no a single ripple.

He was wearing a white casual shirt.

The first three buttons on the collar of the shirt were naturally open, revealing the white t-shirt inside.

Underneath, he wore a pair of light blue jeans and a pair of white shoes.

Lush black hair combed into three-sevenths, bangs slightly curled, looking clean and gentle.

A beam of light from above his head scattered down, reflecting his skin.

His face was clearly unpainted, but his features were still exquisite.

The studio was huge, and all the people who came and went inside were staff from all walks of life.

All the people here, male and female, would unconsciously look at him twice.

The beautiful stylist on the side was intoxicated.

While fixing his hair, she was overjoyed.

Such a man, clean and handsome, attracted countless women.

When he saw Jocelyn's call coming, Ryan's expressionless face suddenly became vivid, the corners of his mouth curled up into a warm smile.

He subconsciously looked up at the stylist and stood up, saying politely, "Wait a minute, I'll take a call first."

With those words, he walked out of the studio, leaned against the cold wall, looked out the window, and answered the phone.

Outside the window, the rain was much lighter.

On the glass stained with water droplets, the whole world was still a blur.

"Ryan, that day you dropped the whole crew and ran back, is it because of me?" Jocelyn carefully asked.

Ryan thought that Jocelyn would come to ask himself.

But yet, he did not expect her to ask so directly.