The next day, a piece of sex news quickly became the first hot search.

The eldest of the Peng family, a wealthy man in Jiangcheng, was jointly killed by his fiancé and his half-sister, in order to compete for the Peng family's property.

For a while, Peng Yao and Zhou Ang became the targets of everyone's shouting and beating, and there were scoldings everywhere.

Moreover, the two have been taken away for investigation, and if nothing else, I am afraid that I will spend my life in prison.

As the initiator, Wen Yiren is packing up his things.

Tomorrow, she can finally go back to Huahai City!

She's done!

"Sister Yiren, Sister Yiren, look at Weibo, big news."

Wen Yiren saw Yang Meimei coming in in a panic, and raised her eyebrows slightly, "What news?" ”

"Sister Yiren, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu has announced his relationship!"

"What?"

Wen Yiren was not calm for a moment, "You say it again." ”

"Mr. Lu announced the news of his marriage, it seems that it was because a woman tried to seduce him, Mr. Lu, it was also on the news, and then Mr. Lu announced the news of marriage, but Sister Yiren, be careful, Mr. Lu just said that he was married, and did not say who the other party was."

Wen Yiren quickly took out his mobile phone, and the first place on the hot search list was the hot search of Lu Shixiu's marriage, and it was already a hot word behind it.

The corners of Wen Yiren's mouth twitched, and he clicked into Lu Shixiu's Weibo.

She knew that he had a trumpet, the local tyrant who had given her a lottery, 'Your Mr. Hugh'.

In addition, Lu Shixiu also has a large size, but he has never taken care of it, and it is all used by the company to occasionally forward the activities of the Lu Group or something.

At this moment, Lu Shixiu announced the news of his marriage in a tuba.

He posted four Weibo posts in a row.

The first, a photograph of his hand, with long knuckled fingers, most notably the wedding ring on his ring finger.

There is no accompanying text on this Weibo.

The second, also a photo.

In the photo, the girl is quietly leaning in his arms, and the two are sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

Because the photo was on the back, and the girl was wearing a very thick one, I couldn't tell who it was.

Wen Yiren secretly made up her mind that she must lose that dress when she went back, and she would never be able to wear it out again in the future.

The third Weibo is still a photo.

It was their marriage certificate, but her face and name, including her birthday, were mosaic in the photo.

It's still a mosaic in the shape of a heart.

Wen Yiren subconsciously flipped through the comments.

', kneel and beg the computer god to remove the mosaic, I want to know who captured my male god's heart!' ’

'No, Mr. Lu, how can you get married, you are a god, you have to marry a fairy! ’

There are no fairies, but there are ghosts.

I still can't believe that Mr. Lu is married, I think that men all over the world can get married, but Mr. Lu will not. ’

Wen Yiren even heard the heartbroken voices of Lu Shixiu's fans.

My husband is so popular, what's the matter with a little pride inexplicably?

"Sister Yiren, you have now become the envy of women all over the country, if they knew that Mr. Lu's wife was you, they would definitely go crazy."

She is so beautiful, doesn't she deserve to rest when she lands?

"Just help me change my ticket to tonight, I don't want to wait for tomorrow."

Yang Meimei smiled very ambiguously, "I know, I know, Sister Yiren must miss Mr. Lu, so I'll go to Sister Fu Qing to change the ticket." ”

Wen Yiren snorted and continued to read Lu Shixiu's Weibo. Baidu: "When he laughs, there is a breeze blowing through Jiezhong Literature", the latest chapter is free to read for the first time.