became more and more famous, and Lin Qingqing slowly became a public figure. Looking at a post about her on the Internet, her mood at this time can be described as a mixture of joy and sorrow.

There are many popular people, and Lin Qingqing now thoroughly understands the truth of this sentence. She looked at the post and picked up about her private life, and even if she was angry, she couldn't do anything.

Although throughout this period of time, she had a hunch that she would have to bear some things, such as public opinion, such as the kind or unkind eyes of those people next to her. But when these remarks really appeared in front of her eyes, I have to say that she still felt a little dazzling.

In this era when only one network cable can connect the whole world, Lin Qingqing has become the focus of everyone's gossip.

Some people picked up the aggressive photos of her when she spoke out for Ou Yuanlan at Ou's press conference, and some people picked up that she was Ou Yuanlan's wife, saying that she relied on men to get on the throne.

In addition to these, some people even picked up the past that she was once kidnapped, that she was a junior child, and that her mother died when she was seventeen years old.

Sitting in front of the computer, Lin Qingqing couldn't wait to smash this cold machine directly. Her fists clenched so hard that her silver teeth almost crushed.

If it weren't for the last remaining shred of reason still controlling her, Lin Qingqing would have gone crazy and directly shouted angry at these people.

Although most of the things that were picked up did not distort the facts, it was all her own business, and why did others dictate her life.

In a fit of rage, Lin Qingqing rushed directly to Ou Yuanlan's office. Although she doesn't go to work in the company now, because there is an interview nearby, she rubbed Ou Yuanlan's car to surf the Internet in the lounge on the top floor of the company.

People are prone to unscrupulous words when they are angry and angry, and Lin Qingqing is no exception. She went directly to Ou Yuanlan's office, and then slapped him on the table. "I don't want to be a real estate spokesperson!" She said angrily and succinctly.

This spokesperson is too aggrieved and too sad, although she became an instant hit, although there are now countless magazines waiting to interview her, and there are many programs waiting to invite her to participate. But when she saw those malicious comments on the Internet, she was still stabbed in the heart.

Putting down the documents in his hand, Ou Yuanlan carefully examined the delicate-looking Lin Qingqing in front of him. "The path is your own choice, so no matter what the consequences, you have to go on." This sentence is almost a bit impersonal.

I thought that Ou Yuanlan would comfort her softly this time, or say that if she doesn't do it, she won't do it, and it's a big deal to be a full-time wife at home and raise her by herself. But she didn't expect that the difference between reality and her expectations would be so big.

In an instant, Lin Qingqing's aggrieved tears almost fell from his eyes. She bit her lower lip and tried not to let the tears fall.

"It's clear that you indiscriminately asked me to go up the catwalk, and then asked me to be the spokesperson of some real estate, but now you look like you have nothing to do with yourself." She had never felt so wronged.

Seriously, Lin Qingqing has never been such a squeamish girl, and even she can withstand much more than other soft girls.

But no matter how strong a person is, there is always a softness in her heart that others can't touch. And about Ou Yuanlan, about those past things, is the softness she can't touch.

When those things are openly exposed on the Internet for discussion and even personal attacks, it is like sprinkling salt on her wounds.

The wounds, which had once been scabbed, were ripped open and then drenched over and over again with salted water. The salt water seeped down the blood and into her flesh, and her tears of pain flowed. Ou Yuanlan didn't know that he was distressed at all, but he still had to accuse her.

Looking at Lin Qingqing, who had lost his mind a little, Ou Yuanlan said word by word: "Qingqing, I haven't persecuted you, the road is your own choice." There was no problem with what he said.

From the beginning of the top bag on stage, Ou Yuanlan originally just said it casually, but in the end it was she who insisted on going on stage. Later, it became an instant hit, Ou Yuanlan just took the contract and told her that she could be the spokesperson of the real estate, and it was she who signed the contract. So in this way, she really doesn't seem to have any reason to blame this man.

Lin Qingqing, whose eyes were red, suddenly lowered her head, and she whimpered like a child. "I didn't expect so many people to comment on those things...... I just want to be someone worthy of you......" she whispered, her tone very nasal.

Looking at this crying woman helplessly, Ou Yuanlan couldn't say anything reproachful. He looked at the person in front of him, but he couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

He just hopes that she will mature a little bit, that she can cope with these storms and waves on her own. Even though he is still by her side now, he can let her rely on her. But if one day he is gone, she must be able to learn to deal with it alone.

In the past, Ou Yuanlan always wanted to protect Lin Qingqing under his wings, so that she could avoid all the winds and waves, so that she could be carefree and happy forever.

However, since Lin Qingqing became more and more popular, he realized that many things were beyond his control.

There are 1.3 billion people in China as a whole, and there are nearly one million people in S City alone. He could stop one person, two people, or even a hundred people and a thousand people from harming Lin Qingqing, but he couldn't stop thousands of people from harming her.

So since he couldn't stop the source of harm, the only thing he could do was to make Lin Qingqing strong. Only her own armor is hard enough to withstand everyone's halberds.

"You don't need to be good, I just like it." He gently hugged Lin Qingqing into his arms, and a warm current gently blew into her ears.

Lin Qingqing, who heard this, cried even more fiercely, and her tears were mixed with remorse and sadness after impulse, and they fell down her cheeks to Ou Yuanlan's expensive shirt.

Today is indeed her anger towards Ou Yuanlan, but in the face of this problem that makes her powerless, she seems to be able to make herself feel better by anger.

"Ah, it's too late!" She suddenly broke free from Ou Yuanlan's embrace, and then glanced at the wall clock on the wall and said.

Looking at the makeup that was already crying, Ou Yuanlan couldn't help but laugh. "Ask the assistant to postpone the interview for ten minutes, touch up the makeup, and then go." He raised his head and said very gently to wipe away her tears.