013 Lu Dashao's fiancée

Wen Lulu sighed and put down the earpiece.

It's no surprise that Zhang is the seventh and last employee to resign in three months.

In terms of friendship that she has known since childhood, she is already grateful to be able to help for so long.

"Sister, where have you been? Why are you so dirty? Wen Zhenzhen looked at her sister who was carrying a bucket mop and preparing to clean up the mess with a worried face, "Those people...... Will it come back? ”

Wen Lulu rolled up her sleeves, "I shouldn't be here for the time being, there are kind-hearted people who have helped us a lot." ”

"Really? That's great! Wen Zhenzhen turned on the only TV that was not destroyed, and then jumped over to help her sister clean up the convenience store she relied on for survival, "Sister, it can't be that they want you to promise something excessive, right?" Although she is young, she understands that it is impossible to ask for anything in return for such a job, and there are only two worthless shops left in her house, what can she compensate for?

Wen Lulu smiled: "No, Zhen Zhen don't worry. ”

Wen Zhenzhen looked at her sister with a smile on her face, sighed like a little adult, and buried herself in hard work.

"May I ask if you are Miss Wen Lulu?" A sweet voice rang out abruptly in a clanging tidying sound.

Wen Lulu lifted the shelves before following the prestige, and was stunned by the scene in front of her—twenty or thirty people rushed into the convenience store, carrying cameras in their hands, and several handsome young men and women holding microphones, almost poking her in the face.

"I am, how can I ......"

As soon as she answered, she was overshadowed by a passionate cry.

"It's her, it's her, Lu Dashao's fiancée of Luyu Group!"

"Oh my God, why is Lu Dashao's fiancée like this!"

"If you dislike it, get out of the way, don't delay my interview!"

Wen Lulu looked at the reporters crowding around, took a half step back, and protected her sister behind her. After understanding what kind of identity Lu Shaojun is and the reporter hiding in the bushes, she understands that there will definitely be such a scene - don't gossip magazines take pleasure in breaking the secrets of wealthy families?

For the first time, she felt the speed of the gossip reporters' investigation, and it was too late for people to parry!

"May I ask how Miss Wen met Lu Dashao? How long have you known each other? ”

"According to reliable sources, Miss Wen's cake shop suffered a serious food poisoning incident a year ago, and is now facing high debts and bankruptcy. Does Mr. Lu know, why didn't he help you deal with it? ”

As soon as she heard the reporter mention the incident that destroyed her family a year ago, Wen Lulu's face turned pale, and she protected her sister and retreated.

But the reporters are not relenting, and they will not stop if they don't break the casserole and ask in the end.

She gritted her teeth, the nightmare of a year ago was more terrifying than the haunted house, and she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"I'm sorry, please give way." A warm and clear voice sounded in a cacophony, not very loud, but powerful enough to overwhelm everyone present.

The reporters were stunned for a moment, followed the prestige, and subconsciously got out of the way, and watched in a daze as the comer Shi Shiran walked through the crowd and stood beside Lu Dashao's fiancée.

Wen Lulu looked blankly, the person who came looked extraordinary, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, gentle as if the spring breeze was blowing on her face, and her anxious mood magically calmed down in an instant.

The man lowered his head, smiled gently at Wen Lulu, and then raised his voice slightly, and said to the reporters: "Mr. Lu Shaojun's fiancée runs this shop at home, and she has been attacked by unknown people since a year ago, causing huge losses. ”