Hearing Yu Yan's words, the corners of Linnaeus's mouth twitched, and he seemed to be smiling, "If you have money and beauty, you can maintain a marriage?" ”

Yu Yan sighed, and Linnaeus said, "Don't worry, you are still 108,000 miles away from getting married!" ”

Yu Yan sneered: "It's still 108,000 miles, and I seem to be a Tang monk who wants to overcome the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties." I just thought, death can be used as a solution, how uncomfortable she is. ”

Linnaeus looked at Yu Yan thoughtfully, Yu Yan caught his gaze and said vigilantly: "Don't look at me like that, as if I am the object of your study." ”

Linnaeus smiled and said on the topic of Yu Yan just now: "Everyone has their own fate, Lu Xiao committed suicide because from her point of view, only this road can be taken, although this is a road that cannot see tomorrow." ”

Yu Yan gasped and said, "I just don't think I'm going to die, after all, she still has elderly parents to support, and her child is not yet a year old!" ”

Linnaeus said: "Often, we can't accurately understand the grief of others. The other people we see are themselves who have been groomed and decorated by the other person, and many times the person you think 'looks beautiful' is actually just looking beautiful. Some dark sides, some bestialities, are invisible to outsiders, but you know that they do exist. These things that you never want others to see torment you are, and over time, they become the biggest cancer in your body. Imagine what your life would be like if you lived with someone you hated, or even shared a bed. But the joke of fate is that that person is none other than yourself. ”

"I often think that if I made a movie of everyone's fleeting dark thoughts, it would definitely be a thriller. However, it is true that thoughts and actions can be separated independently, and human beings are social, and we can control our bestiality and darkness very well. After Linnaeus finished speaking, he remembered that he still had something to do, so he stopped talking and concentrated on his own business.

Yu Yan's mood couldn't be calm for a long time. Linnaeus's words, like a merciless bayonet, pierced into the part of her heart that she wanted to hide the most. Yu Yan leaned back in the seat and peeked through the rearview mirror at Linnaeus, who was unconsciously busy, unaware of the turmoil his casual words had brought to her heart. She sighed silently and looked beyond the window to the reporters who were hurrying and excited. In their eyes, "the suicide of a rich wife" is the traffic guarantee of this issue. But will the interview be broadcast soon? They think they have the right to speak, but what? In the eyes of the real rulers, they are nothing more than ants.

Yu Yan thought that this might be the fundamental difference between her and Linnaeus. His pride can make him look at anyone, and she herself has lost the courage and ability to guide the country.

Just when Yu Yan was upset, Linnaeus said in a low voice: "The crown prince is out, and Du Zhongmou!" ”

Du Zhongmou and the crown prince were both neatly dressed and had the same expression—no expression. As soon as the two of them appeared, flashing lights and inquiries were endless. The crown prince walked to Yu Yan's location with a dark face, while Du Zhongmou, who was silent about the media's inquiries, walked to his car under the escort of his bodyguards.