"Mr. Huo, you have always clarified that the marriage contract with the daughter of the Song family has long been dissolved, but you never seem to have apologized for deceiving her?"

"May I ask Mr. Huo, what do you think about the reversal of public opinion last night?"

"Miss Su, do you ever feel guilty about the daughter of the Song family?"

……

Overwhelming questions.

Before the two of them could even react to what was going on, they were surrounded by reporters with long guns and short cannons.

The shutter sounded continuously.

Su Rouyin, who was stunned by the sudden battle of the media, only felt that her body shook, and her center of gravity was unstable.

fell out of Huo Beicheng's arms.

"Beicheng! Beicheng—"

Her pretty face turned pale in an instant, and she hurriedly shouted her lover's name in the strange crowd, helpless to the extreme.

Huo Beicheng broke out.

"Get out of my !!"

He pushed away the few people around him with a shout, and strode towards the frightened little woman, already full of murderous energy.

"Huo Beicheng beat someone!"

Seeing that their peers were pushed down, the reporters were even more excited and red-eyed, not only did not avoid it, but they were more active in joining it.

In the interval between the crazy captures, the bombing did not stop.

"May I ask what you do to the daughter of the Song family......"

"You know that the gossip number Meng Xiaomei spoke for the daughter of the Song family in the early hours of this morning......"

In every sentence, there is no mention of an irritating existence.

Finally.

Huo Beicheng couldn't help it.

"Don't mention that madman to me again!"

The moment he rushed to Su Rouyin's side, he roared in a low voice, and at the same time pulled his lover back into his arms......

But he didn't notice that in the crowd, the former's hair was already wrapped around a nearby camera.

At the moment when he made a move to drag people.

Just listen to a series of small tearing sounds.

The spliced large strands of hair were suddenly broken......

The originally menacing man froze suddenly.

And Su Rouyin, who saw his hair loss from his pupils, raised her hand tremblingly and touched it......

"Ahh

In the next second, the woman's terrible scream sounded.

The media who reacted excitedly raised their cameras.

……

An hour later.

Huo's president Huo Beicheng's ugly photo of his true love breaking down and screaming with broken hair like a dog gnawing quickly spread all over the Internet.

In addition, Huo Beicheng's remarks about "violently beating" reporters and angrily denouncing his ex-fiancée as a "madman" were also frantically reprinted by various media at the same time.

sparked a heated discussion -

Slaughter.Angel: It turns out that people don't look good when they lose their shapes, so let's take a look at the trolls who used to take ugly photos of Song's daughter to this "true love" beautiful picture?

Excuse me. : How can the real face of the junior be good-looking? Now I finally dare to say that public opinion a while ago was simply wise.

Huo Shao married me: What kind of junior, did you say that you were bothered to dissolve the marriage contract early?

Jin Xia: LS scumbag brain remnant fan? What kind of affectionate and righteous characters are still sold, they are directly called crazy.

AWE: It's not like the world is changing too fast, is it? Why is it suddenly reversed?

Mu Qianyun: #向宋家千金道歉#Ls没看到孟小妹那条被和谐的微博吧? Do I DM you? In short, the scumbag junior is going to die, I hope Miss Song is well!

……

"Bang-"

The phone came out of his hand, and the Weibo page disappeared from sight in an instant.

2 p.m., Huo's Group Headquarters, President's Office.

Su Rouyin curled up on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, but tears still slipped uncontrollably from her fingertips.

"Rouyin!"

On the side, Huo Beicheng, who was furious at the manager of the public relations department, saw this, stepped forward to hug the person in distress, and comforted him softly.

Next, the PR manager is still trembling and reporting.

"At seven o'clock this morning, the Public Relations Department has actually contacted all parties, completely deleted the Weibo of 'Meng Xiaomei' and tried its best to prohibit the media from reprinting it, and at the same time sent people to guide public opinion ......"

"Enough!" Huo Beicheng snorted coldly and said impatiently.

"I want results!"

"Yes." The public relations manager was busy answering, and he couldn't help but say.

"It's just that now netizens privately spread the screenshots of 'Meng Xiaomei' Weibo, especially the three oil paintings......"

"Then turn!"

Huo Beicheng frowned, not understanding his prudence at all.

Even if it was painted by Song Chuwei looking for a master?

It's just an excuse to provoke a war of public opinion, but how much influence can the painting itself have?

"Public opinion that matters right now!"

“…… Be. The PR manager opened his mouth to say something, but finally pressed it down.

Anyway, the three paintings have been harmonized on the surface......

"Chu Wei, your paintings are now harmonized all over the network!"

Meanwhile, in the Netherlands, it was seven o'clock in the morning.

The girl who got up in the morning stepped out of the ward, and received a call from Meng Xiaotong.

"I found a friend and said that the Huo's public relations department had made a move, what should I do......"

Yan Yu blinked, just about to say something.

A familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.