"Ding-dong." The phones of the two people at the table received the message at the same time.

Yan Huaiqing picked up his phone in confusion and looked at it.

Mu Zhuoyao also picked up his mobile phone.

Jump out of a piece of news,

Real-time news, the popular star was robbed of her fiancé by Xiao San and committed suicide in pain. The text reads that Xiao San took the man to the hospital to provoke the female star, which made the female star fall into a coma for a while, and her state was extremely poor. Xiao San was still unrepentant, scolded, and alluded to the history of Xiao San's imprisonment in the article.

There is also a picture below, Mu Zhuoyao was not photographed, but a picture of her quarreling with her agent was placed, and it was not coded.

This is obvious, and everyone knows that this is Ruan Manjun's agent.

Yan Huaiqing's clear face is also on it, meaning that she is a junior, which is really insidious.

"Here's another wave." Yan Huaiqing was a little helpless, smiled lightly, continued to scroll down, and then his face sank, and he squeezed his mobile phone tightly, with a sharp light in his eyes.

Some people in the comments not only scolded her, but also scolded her parents in passing, and the language was vulgar.

This small action was fully watched by Mu Zhuoyao, and it was obvious that he was also watching the news.

Yan Huaiqing flipped through it, and it became more and more difficult to read the words on the mobile phone screen.

Bean-sized tears fell on the screen one by one, blinding her eyes.

Parents are always the pain in her heart, no matter what others scold her, she can bear it, but her parents are her bottom line.

Ruan Manjun has obviously stepped on her bottom line.

"Ma'am?" Wang Ma called cautiously and handed over the tissue.

It was fine just now, why did she cry suddenly, Wang's mother was a little distressed, after all, she was old, and she couldn't see the little girl crying.

Mu Zhuoyao looked at Yan Huaiqing fixedly, a little unbearable.

"Don't look at it." Mu Zhuoyao pulled out the phone from her hand, and his voice was cold, without a trace of waves.

Yan Huaiqing came back to his senses, lowered his head and wiped the tears on his face, turned around and ran back to the room.

"Madame, what's the matter?" Wang Ma was a little worried.

Mu Zhuoyao's dark eyes narrowed, and he was also strange, he was fine when he watched the news in front of him, he didn't seem to care at all, why did he cry suddenly.

Thinking about it, his eyes glanced at the mobile phone screen where Yan Huaiqing was staying.

There is a comment that wrote, Xiao San must have a mother and no mother, otherwise how could he go to prison, or his parents died early, or he was so cheap, to destroy other people's families, if something really happened to Manjun, this kind of person's whole family should go to the funeral.

Slipping down, all of them were scolding with their parents, Mu Zhuoyao looked at the upstairs room with complicated eyes, no wonder Yan Huaiqing couldn't control his crying.

Cyber violence is everywhere, and Keyboard Warriors scold and vent without scruples in the irresponsible field of the Internet, and only regard themselves as saviors.

Anger appeared in Mu Zhuoyao's eyes, his handsome outline lines were tight, his face was gloomy, and he thought of what Yan Huaiqing's best friend Song Meilun said yesterday, Yan Huaiqing had just been released from prison, where did he find reporters and contacts to buy the draft, or step on his own draft, Yan Huaiqing would do this when his brain was broken.

Yesterday, Ruan Manjun had just attempted suicide, and today the press release came out, obviously someone deliberately released the news to reporters.

The phone screen flickered, then went dark.

There are still tears left on it that Yan Huaiqing has just fallen.

Mu Zhuoyao wiped it off with his thumb, and it was a little hot.

"Madame, what's going on? Will you not take a break without more? "Mother Wang is cleaning up the table.

"Well, I'm going to go out." Yan Huaiqing's voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were still a little red.

"Well, be careful, come back early." Wang's mother instructed uneasily, "By the way, Mr. Mu asked me to give you my mobile phone, and he went to the company." ”

Yan Huaiqing silently took the phone and went out.

She was used to Mu Zhuoyao's indifferent appearance, after all, he personally sent herself to prison five years ago.

Yan Huaiqing couldn't find a job in the talent market at all, and there was an exchange of news between companies, so he had to go to some small companies to apply.

In the afternoon, I went to a small business to apply for a jewelry designer.

"Isn't that the junior on the Internet? has been fleshed by the whole network, does she dare to go out? Passers-by recognized Yan Huaiqing and pointed behind her back with their hands.

"yes, I'll take a picture and post it online." Another passerby excitedly took out his mobile phone.

Yan Huaiqing didn't plan to ignore it, and walked quickly to the subway station.

"Miss Yan, can you ask a few words?" A microphone came over defenselessly, and in front of him was a seasoned reporter with a voice recorder ready to record.

"Miss Yan, I heard that you have been in prison, is it true?"

"Miss Yan, you grabbed your husband with a big star, do you think you have a chance of winning?"

One question after another came at her.

Yan Huaiqing frowned, where did this reporter come from, and how did he know her whereabouts.

I wonder.

"Don't, don't be too embarrassed Miss, I'm sure she's repenting and giving my boyfriend back." Ruan Manjun came from a distance faintly, his face was bloodless, and his voice was still a little weak.

"So, did Miss Yan really steal your boyfriend?" Journalists are in hot pursuit.

When Ruan Manjun heard this, his eyes immediately burst into tears, and his voice trembled a little, "I know, it must be that I am not good enough to let others take advantage of it." ”

The world is always on the side of the weak, thinking that they are righteous, and they come against the wicked.

"Miss Ruan, don't be sad, we will definitely write a good article and let netizens scold her together, it won't make her feel better." A male reporter volunteered to be the first to denounce it.

After all, Ruan Manjun's pitiful appearance is really pitiful to me.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Yan Huaiqing's mouth. It's ridiculous, a bunch of rubbish who only know how to sympathize with the weak and not get to know the truth.

"Ruan Manjun, come here, I have something to say to you." Yan Huaiqing didn't want to entangle with her anymore, and he had to go to an interview, so he could only make a quick decision.

"What's wrong? Is there anything you can't say in front of everyone? "Ruan Manjun has no confidence.

"That is, to our face, what is the secret of the ulterior?" The male reporter probably had a crush on Ruan Manjun, and spoke for her three times and twice.

Yan Huaiqing glanced at him mockingly, with anger in his eyes, and his eyes were still red before he went out, feeling like he was going to kill.

In addition, Yan Huaiqing himself had a criminal record, which frightened the man and immediately shut up.

Ruan Manjun followed Yan Huaiqing in a curtled manner.

"Let's take a good look." Yan Huaiqing clicked on his mobile phone and avoided the reporter to play the video inside.

Ruan Manjun's face went from white to red and then to black, which was as funny as changing his face.

"You, what do you want?"

"Explain it to them." Yan Huaiqing doesn't want to talk nonsense.

Letting Ruan Manjun slap his face in person is better than explaining it thousands of times by himself, and it can also rub Ruan Manjun's sharpness.

"What if I say no?" Ruan Manjun bit his lip.