Therefore, Mr. President's body remained still, a smile flashed on his lips, and there was even a hint of encouragement in his eyes when he looked at Tang Rou.

"Miss Shen Xueqing."

Tang Rou handed the ink bucket to the bodyguard and clapped her hands elegantly. Walking up to her, a mocking smile on his lips.

Reaching out and shaking a voice recorder in his hand.

"Your Shen family has betrayed Mr. President and gone to the other party's camp to give advice. Today I happened to catch the kid who was throwing ink on the poster of Mr. President. ”

"He confessed, and it was personally instructed by you, Second Miss Shen."

"Your Shen family is really two-faced. Doing this kind of villain behavior, but still have the face to come here and pretend to be friendly? Still delusional to climb into my man's bed? ”

She snorted, her bright red lips slightly opened, word by word.

"It's shameless."

Shen Xueying glanced at the recorder and subconsciously lost her voice.

A look of grievance.

"Nonsense! I didn't instruct it. It was my father who asked someone to splash the ink. It has nothing to do with me. I'm trying my best to stop them, Brother Zheng! ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Tang Rou snorting and laughing.

The slender fingers pressed the recorder and recorded her words in an instant.

The man who splashed ink did recruit everything, but he only said that the Shen family asked him to do it, and he didn't say which person it was.

Shen Xueqing realized that she had been deceived, and she trembled with anger.

Seeing Tang Rou walk past her like a queen in high heels, put away the recorder, and then affectionately held Qi Zheng's hand.

Glancing at her seductively.

"Isn't Miss Shen Er leaving? It's so late, Mr. President and I are going to bed! ”

It's time to go to bed!

Shen Xueqing was so angry that she was about to vomit blood, glared at her fiercely, turned around and left in embarrassment.

Tang Rou's faint sarcastic voice sounded behind.

"Miss Shen, go back and wash up. This taste, tsk"

The smile on the corner of Qi Zheng's lips widened more and more.

Xiao Rou is suspected of being seriously jealous.

The strong arm hooked Tang Rou's hand.

Softly.

"Let's go, ma'am, and go to bed."

Tang Rou glanced at him, shook off his hand, and walked directly to the bedroom with his high heels.

Walking into the dimly lit corridor, Tang Rou took out her mobile phone and quickly browsed several forums known for her bold remarks.

The words that Shen Xueqing said to Qi Zheng just now fell into her ears word for word.

The Liu family will not mention her past for no reason.

They're going to make a big fuss about that.

Sure enough, in those forums, there are a few popular posts, although not many people dare to echo them, saying too much.

But the click and retweet rates are pretty impressive.

Each post is accompanied by photos of Tang Rou in the entertainment industry and those rich businessmen who pretended to be snakes.

Some are accompanying wine, some are eating alone, playing alone, and the angle looks very affectionate.

The men in those photos are all Kaizi who she deliberately fished when she used to be eyeliner for the wives of those rich people.

She has always acted in a measured manner, even if she didn't even touch her hand.

But the person who posted it spoke clearly, saying that Tang Rou used to be a courtesan in the entertainment industry.

Circling among these rich men, the men don't know how many they have changed.

Although no one dared to comment, the message of this post was clear.

The president's wife lives so badly, how can such a person be worthy of being the first lady?

By extension, how can a man who would marry such a woman be worthy of being the president of the people of the country?

(Education 123 Literature Network)