Chapter 2012: Utter Notoriety and Nothing
Su Ximan also seemed to be stunned, turned her head and looked at Yun Xi, Yun Xi shook her head, she didn't know what was going on!
Didn't the video solve Su Donglin's problem? Why are you still letting it be broadcast?
The entire banquet hall was in a mess, and Liang Xinyi was slapped to the ground by Han Zhongteng, crying and having no face to get up.
Liang Xinyi is not from the Su family, and Han Zhongteng can't vent at the Su family, so he raised his eyes and glanced at Su Ximan, "The engagement is canceled, what should I do!" ”
Liang Xinyi caused trouble by himself, he no longer had any patience to clean up for her, and if he stayed, he really couldn't guarantee that he could still control his emotions.
The Han family and his wife looked at their son with a pale face, got up angrily and left directly.
Other relatives of the Han family also left one after another, and Han Yaotian watched a good show, and his steps were floating when he left.
As soon as the people of the Han family left, the other guests also dispersed in twos and threes, leaving only a group of celebrities watching the play.
Liang Xinyi, who fell to the ground and covered her face and cried, suddenly stood up, rushed up and tore at Yun Xi's side, Qi Yichen got up suddenly, raised his foot and hooked the chair next to him, and the back of the chair accurately blocked in front of Liang Xinyi, the movement was fast and accurate, directly blocking her posture of pounce.
"Dead girl! Didn't you hurt me! It's you! It has to be you! ”
As soon as this video aired, she was completely finished in Kyoto!
What reputation, what future, what glory and wealth, all became bubble phantoms overnight!
Tomorrow, the whole of Kyoto will know that she Liang Xinyi was reinvented!
She's the joke of all Kyoto people after dinner!
No one would want to marry her!
Her dream of desperately trying to climb up was completely shattered!
What should she do? What else could she do?!
Yun Xi glanced at Qi Yichen, and met Liang Xinyi's hysterical and crazy eyes with an innocent face: "Liang Xinyi, what do you have to do with me?" You might as well think about who you have offended, and don't bite anyone as soon as you come up and catch them! ”
"......" Liang Xinyi was stunned, and suddenly turned her head to look at Qiao Ximin at the second table.
Who else could she offend, the only accident was that the medicine she gave to Han Yaotian was transferred by Han Yaotian to Qiao Ximin's mouth, which indirectly fulfilled the good things of Qiao Ximin and Han Yaotian.
What happened that day, even if Qiao Ximin came back to her senses, even if she would suspect that Han Yaotian had drugged her, but the glass of wine was sent from her hand to Qiao Ximin's hands, and Qiao Ximin would definitely suspect her!
But that day, who drugged her wine, and who took the video?
She could be pretty sure that Jo Ximin did what happened today, but how could she have a video of her hotel room in her hand?
Qiao Ximin was accidentally tricked, it is impossible to make arrangements in advance, could it be arranged by Han Yaotian?
After sorting out the relationship, the more Liang Xinyi thought about it, the more terrible she felt, and she always felt as if she had fallen into a huge conspiracy!
And now, she's completely discredited and has nothing......
After coming to Kyoto for two years, she tried her best to climb up, and sold herself by any means, but in exchange for today's end!
She is not reconciled! I am not willing to die!
Turning around, Liang Xinyi looked at the smug Jo Ximin with a smug look in her eyes, her face was full of hatred that she couldn't hide, and squeezed out between her teeth with difficulty: "Joe Ximin, it's you!" You must have done it! ”
It is estimated that he was angry, and Qiao Ximin still had a faint smug on his face.
"Liang Xinyi, I don't understand what you're saying!"
"I have nothing now, and I'm not afraid to get out of it! Didn't you take revenge on me like this just because you drank the wine I drugged and made Han Yaotian sleep? ”
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