She looked at Ivy and saw that she was still sitting on the couch, holding a magazine in front of her eyes in an eerie manner, but her body was shaking violently.

This girl is hungry and cramping, Wu Wanting thought. She walked up to Ivy and called out to her, but she didn't respond. She raised her voice and called her again, still no response.

She got closer, took away the magazine in Aivy's hand, and when she saw her appearance, Wu Wanting was really startled.

"You...... What's wrong with you?" asked Wu Wanting at a loss.

Ivy was sobbing, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was full of tears. As if he had lost his soul, he stared straight outside the store.

Wu Wanting opened her handbag in a hurry, took out a handkerchief, leaned over, and helped her wipe away the tears on her face, while asking in a low voice: "It was okay just now, what happened?" Don't cry, don't cry." ”

"Woo woo ......" Under the comfort of her friends, Ivy's emotions became more and more out of control, the facial features on her face were tangled, and she let go of her throat and cried loudly.

Seeing this scene, the two clerks looked at each other in surprise, and their eyes seemed to say: Anchor Wu's friend is really strange.

A few customers outside the door were about to enter the store, and as soon as they stepped in, they saw a woman sitting on the sofa crying bitterly, and they all turned around and left without knowing what was going on. Maybe it's a consumer dispute, maybe there will be a big fight, and no one wants to get into trouble.

"Anchor Wu, is your friend okay, is he really sick?" one of the clerks moved over in small steps and asked with concern.

"She probably has a stomach problem, so I'll take her to the hospital. ”

"Do you need help? Do you want to call 120?"

"No, it's not that serious, hehe. ”

Wu Wanting understands that it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so as not to disturb people's business. She picked up Ivy's backpack, held her armpits with both hands, and pulled her out of the show.

The mall's atrium is an oval-shaped hollow structure that resembles a giant patio that extends to the pale blue glass ceiling. This design concept is not only for lighting, but also for better access to nature. When the weather is nice, you can see the blue sky and white clouds when you look up.

Wu Wanting struggled to carry Ivy to the atrium of the shopping mall where people came and went, and immediately began to regret it again, it was better to hide in Ou Xiu and let her vent.

Ivy leaned her back against the glass railing, continuing to whine and cry in defiance. The cry blends with the background music of the mall, like a sad aria, attracting a crowd of passers-by. People with good deeds took out their mobile phones to take pictures, and some people seemed to recognize Wu Wanting and whispered on the side.

"Please don't cry, there are so many people watching the excitement...... Why don't we go to the car? or to the bathroom...... Oh my God! What terrible thing happened when I tried on clothes?

"Woo-"

The crying became more poignant.

Wu Wanting was so embarrassed that she took out her sunglasses and sunhat from her bag, and her back broke out in a cold sweat, almost not crying. She is a public figure, and if someone posts the photo on the Internet, it may be distorted by a third-rate website as a scandal such as "a beautiful anchor pries her boyfriend, and the person concerned cries in public without any result".

J was standing not far away, his arms leaning against the glass fence. He looked sideways at Ivy, wondering why she woke up crying so sadly when she slept all afternoon except reading magazines. Is it a nightmare? Or is there something wrong with your brain?

After following Ivy for two days, J came to the conclusion that she was a person who had no heart and was obsessed with her own world. She is a journalist who is more than enthusiastic about her work, but she lacks ability and always stabs Lou. She is good-looking, but unkempt, talks and behaves like a tomboy, and lacks self-confidence, which may be attributed to the fact that she grew up in a single-parent family, and her mother was not around since she was a child.

However, she cried bitterly for no reason, regardless of the occasion, and J had not yet figured out what the situation was. He narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth as if he were smiling.