Compared with French television, Huaxia reported on the Sofitel explosion in great detail, and even reported it as a feature in the interview program that attracted national attention after the news.

One is a young Chinese medicine practitioner who has recently made a name for himself in Huaxia, and the other is the chairman of the three major consortia in Huaxia.

"Was it a terrorist attack or a premeditated murder?"

This is the headline on the front page of many newspapers in bold font, and the content is also related to the so-called special hotel bombing.

There were even more reports on the Internet, with headlines on major forums all about the explosion, accompanied by photos of the fire burning during the explosion and after the firefighting. It can be said that the whole country is paying attention to this matter again. There are even posts in major forums to discuss.

"Judging by the photos at the scene, it was clearly murder."

"I agree with the upstairs, I studied chemistry, and an explosion of this magnitude is not a large bomb in terms of scale, it must be a small bomb made by myself."

"Maybe it's a love killing, I really didn't expect that the beautiful chairman of Huayuan Group is actually married to a wife."

"Woo woo woo - it must be a love killing, sad, I still have something to do every day to move a small Mazha to the door of Huayuan Group and wait, it turns out that my goddess has become someone else's private property - Yan Murong, why didn't I kill you, you return my goddess."

"The crying wool upstairs is crying, you are a dick at first glance~ Silk, who is Yan Murong, his grandfather is Yan Longteng, his father is the secretary of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and the third generation of the red who is rooted in Miaohong - just like you, still robbing women with others? With a wave of their hand, the gun-wielding soldier will harmonize you. ”

Online discussions are in full swing, and on this ethereal network, all kinds of remarks emerge one after another. At first, it was still a discussion about how France would deal with this matter, and then it began to discuss whether it was a terrorist attack or a vendetta, and in the end, it has risen to the level of love killing.

Just when the idle eggs hurt the dick~ silk was in full swing and arguing, a netizen called "The truth is greater than the sky" posted a post called "There are pictures and truths".

This netizen said that the truth of the matter is love killing, and the murderer is still a woman.

This post not only analyzes the possibility of love killing, but also includes several photos as evidence. The people in the photo are Yan Murong and a woman, but this woman is obviously not Su Qingwu.

There is no wind and no Lang, and there is no impermeable wall.

The most terrifying force in the world is no longer a secret department of a country, but the power of the 600 million netizens in China.

Not to mention that the woman in the photo only showed a side face, even if they only found one fingernail, they could find out whose hand the fingernail was on before her death - this is the power of "human flesh".

Soon, in the anticipation of everyone, that night, the answer was announced.

There is no doubt that this man is Yan Murong, and the identity of this woman has made many single or married dicks between the ages of twenty and fifty even more heartbroken-because this woman is none other than the goddess in the minds of countless men, the master of Huaxia TV variety shows, Xue Wen.

"Fuck, this landlord is a 'Lanzhou baked cake', how can my goddess do such a thing?"

"That's it, on the top floor, I watched her hosting "Squat to the End" the day before yesterday, how could she go to France to play with bombs."

"I'm also top, Xue Wen graduated from the Chinese opera broadcasting and hosting major, she can't even change the light bulb, how can she make a bomb?"

"Just one sentence - Lanzhou baked cakes!"

For a while, there was a lively scene on the Internet, a large number of Xue Wen's fans and unrequited love for her cock ~ Silk rushed to post posts with little star symbols to scold the person who posted the post, and even more excited, and even strongly demanded that netizens with a lot of power find out who this poster is, as long as it is found out, no matter how far away, he will run over to PK with this bastard who slandered the goddess in his heart.

There is a lot of noise on the Internet, but in reality, it is much more low-key. It's not that people don't pay attention to it, but there are too many news like this now, all of which are Chinese people who have been treated unfairly or hurt in foreign countries - of course, this time the matter is so big, just because the two people who were hurt are more special. Chai, rice, sauce, vinegar and salt, these are the things that the people pay more attention to.

When Yan Murong saw these on the Internet, he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face, and looked at Su Qingwu who was sitting next to him and said. "Most of the stuff on the internet can't be trusted."

"yes, I know." Su Qingwu nodded with a serious face. "Isn't there still a small part of that that can be trusted?"

"I really don't have anything to do with her." Yan Murong hurriedly defended, pointing to the photo and said. "Look, look at the background behind this, this is the big pants building of Huaxia TV, this is the photo of Xue Wen coming out to pick me up when I first went to participate in the show - these people are so angry, listening to the wind is rain, no wonder there are so many scandals about celebrities, they are all tossed out."

"I didn't say anything, what are you in a hurry to justify?" Su Qingwu looked at Yan Murong with a smile on her face and asked.

"Why am I so weak-hearted?" Yan Murong defended loudly, and said with a false face. "I'm telling you the truth, I've only met her a few times, how could something happen?"

Yes, Yan Murong is really empty-hearted.

What do you mean by that? If you don't do bad things, you are not afraid of the ghost calling the door, and Su Qingwu is now the ghost who called the door, and Yan Murong's little liver is beating wildly.

That's right, he didn't have much to do with Xue Wen, just met a few times, did her show a few times, and then- well, slept in the same bed with her at most, but he didn't do anything, didn't he sit in a chair and read a book all night.

"What are you doing so loudly? Reason is not loud. Su Qingwu said with a smile.

Yan Murong opened his mouth, but found that no matter what he said now, he was at a loss, so he chose to close his mouth and watch the news honestly.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the coffee table screamed, and finally eased the awkward atmosphere a little. Looking at the number on it, it was the old man calling.

"Grandpa, it's late at night over there, right? Why don't you rest? Yan Murong picked up the phone and asked with a smile.

"I want to rest." The old man's helpless voice came from the phone. "You little bastard, look at how big a fuss you have made, it's strange that I can sleep."