"Jingle bells." Luo Ying's mobile phone also rang, "Let's pick it up together, let's talk about it after we finish it." ”

Song Xuran looked at her, with no intention of answering the phone, but there was no further action.

Luo Ying looked at the mobile phone page, it was a call from Xiao Wu, "Madam, look at the hot search on Weibo, you and the president are on the hot search." ”

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Song Xuran covered his mobile phone, it was a call from Abby just now, and it was probably the same thing.

"Okay, I'll see it right away, I have something to contact on WeChat." Luo Ying hung up the phone and looked up at Song Xuran.

"Let's take a look at the hot search on Weibo first."

She clicked on Weibo, and the two of them looked at their phones together.

On the hot search, there is #Song Xuran Princess hugging the mysterious woman.

Click in, it is the photo of Song Xuran holding her out of the bar that day, the photo was taken just right, behind them is the dim light, she is wrapped in Song Xuran's coat, Song Xuran hugged her, and there is a trace of tenderness between her eyebrows.

At the same time, it was a photo of her and Song Xuran at the opening ceremony, and a video of Song Xuran forcibly hugging her when the two of them were on the road just now.

Several marketing accounts linked up with Hei Haotian, and then released a photo of Song Xuran going to the Civil Affairs Bureau, only the back of him and a short-haired woman was photographed, and Luo Ying had long hair, but it could be judged that it was Song Xuran by Song Xuran when he wore it during the event.

Then the marketing account with good things took stock of Song Xuran's previous rumored girlfriends, and Luo Ying's photo was placed in the middle.

For a while, Song Xuran got married, and Song Xuran's derailment was rumored on the Internet.

Luo Ying's Weibo private account was also turned over, and previous photos also spread quickly on the Internet, and the private messages were full of all kinds of abuse.

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"Would you like to contact the PR department for public relations?" Luo Ying held Song Xuran's hand, "This is very bad for Haotian's reputation." ”

Song Xuran's face sank, as if he had mastered his whereabouts, these marketing accounts were approaching him step by step, trying to lure him to admit his marriage.

He withdrew his hand coldly, "I'll do PR, you stay in the villa these days, don't go out." ”

"Okay, I'll stay at home." Luo Ying looked at Song Xuran, and her tone sank unnaturally.

In this incident, although Haotian had losses, it had a greater impact on Luo Ying, and the Internet was full of remarks such as 'little three' and 'slut', but Song Xuran ignored it.

When the two of them returned home, the atmosphere was very dull, and the maid did not come forward with a clear look.

Luo Ying clicked on her mobile phone and saw that the posts on Weibo were decreasing, and in an afternoon, almost all the posts on Weibo had evaporated, which should be Haotian's public relations.

At the same time, Haotian's lawyer's letter did not respond to Song Xuran's marital relationship, but focused on Song Xuran's lack of derailment, saying that he would severely punish the rumor-mongers.

The Internet turmoil has just set off a climax, and it has been pressed back underground.

The two seem to be in a cold war like this, Song Xuran rarely returns home, Luo Ying rarely goes out, and she wears a mask when she goes to school.

Song Xuran has been working overtime lately, and Luo Ying has not followed her to the president's office anymore, and has been reading books at home.

"Madam, I made lunch, please send it to Haotian and give it to the young master." The maid at home smiled and handed Luo Ying a lunch box, "I asked for leave today, it's troublesome to Mrs., if you don't send it again, it will be cold, and the young master won't have anything to eat." ”