The news that Wen Yuan brought Wen Hao to the photography exhibition secretly spread among insiders.

Meng Lingling explained for a while before Fu Siyi clarified the relationship between the three of them.

In short, just one word.

Disorderly.

"What if the outside world found out?" Fu Siyi asked curiously.

This is much more explosive than her sleeping with a little uncle who is not related by blood.

Last time, Fu Suiyuan knew that she had changed her fertility pills and locked her up for a whole month, so she had to be pregnant with a child, but fortunately, she had already undergone birth control surgery.

Pregnant him?

It's impossible in this life!

Meng Lingling sighed: "It depends on whether these two men can calm public opinion."

..

Jiang Ruo and Wen Huai were surrounded by the media and asked a lot of questions.

When talking about the photo of Wen Huai immersed in playing the piano on display in the center, Jiang Ruo's smile was bright and elegant, and she generously admitted, "It's my husband."

Wen Huai took Jiang Ruo's hand, deliberately showed her affection publicly, smiled with her eyebrows, and explained: "She has always liked to photograph me, learning photography has been her dream since she was a child, and it is also to be able to preserve the bits and pieces of our relationship through photos."

"How long have you known each other?"

Wen Huai looked sideways at the woman beside him, a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes only reflected Jiang Ruo, and his voice was clear and magnetic: "Childhood sweetheart, twenty years."

For a while, the people present cast envious glances.

Such a platonic love that spans everything is surprising and surprising.

Loving someone for twenty years, whether it is a man or a woman, is commendable.

It's been too long.

Survived several seven-year itches.

"Mr. Kelvin, you really love your wife."

"Of course."

Under the reflection of countless flashing lights, the two are so compatible, as if they were a natural pair.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman.

In the lounge, Wen Hao ate snacks happily and waited for Jiang Ruo to take him out to eat in the evening.

He hadn't had dinner with his mother before, so he couldn't help but be extremely excited.

On the side, Wen Yuan leaned lazily on the sofa, his long legs overlapped, and his slender fingers with distinct bones tapped the sofa rhythmically.

The tip of his tongue pressed against his back molars, and he was very irritated.

Why can Wen Huai and her show their affection openly and generously, and he can't see the light here?

Now that he saw Wen Huai's "villainous proud" face, he was extremely annoyed. ap.

"Go home." Wen Yuan was really tired of waiting.

Why did he listen to Jiang Ruo's words so much?

She is affectionate with her new husband downstairs, showing how much love and love she has to the outside world, and then letting his ex-husband grow mushrooms in a room that no one else knows.

She is really biased to her grandmother's house!

Wen Hao wiped the biscuit stains on the corner of his mouth, pouted and said, "But my mother said that I would wait for her here."

"When she was done with others, did she remember that there was such a big oil bottle as you?" Wen Yuan is full of vinegar.

"You're the one who dragged the oil bottle, right?" Wen Hao in one sentence.

Wen Yuan: "..."

Just as the father and son were discussing who was the big oil bottle, there was an accident in the interview downstairs.

The interview environment, which was originally harmonious and friendly, suddenly became sharp and tricky.

The problem gradually became overly explicit, and it was frequently directed into private life, as if it was prepared and caught off guard.

"Since the two of them are so affectionate, why does Miss Jiang still secretly kiss other men behind her husband's back?"

"This video is conclusively proven!"

Among the media, someone suddenly stood up for moral judgment and played a video in public.

I saw that the content in the video was a series of intimate actions between her and Wen Yuan at the racecourse last time.

But...

The video seems to have been deliberately edited.

Because Wen Yuan's face was tampered with.

It seems that the person behind the curtain knows that Wen Yuan and Wen Huai look the same, and once it is revealed that Wen Yuan is cheating, he can completely use Wen Huai's face to cover up the past, so that person deliberately PS Wen Yuan's face frame by frame, and finally made it not look like Wen Huai.

In this way, it is disguised as negative news that can ruin her reputation.

It seems to have been planned for a long time.

As soon as the video came out, the media seemed to smell the big news that could be reported in depth and flocked to it.

"Do you have anything you want to say about the video?"

"Is it deliberately marketing the illusion of a loving couple to win the favor of the public and make money?"

"Actually, the marriage between the two has long existed in name only, right?"

"Miss Jiang, as a long-lost princess of the royal family of Country Y, what caused you to betray your family and husband like this?"

Wen Huai tightly protected Jiang Ruo in his arms and defended her and clarified: "She did not cheat, the authenticity of the video has not yet been determined, please don't follow the crowd and maliciously slander."

The crowd came in waves, besieging from front to back, left and right, and was blocked.

Wen Huai wanted to take Jiang Ruo to leave this place of right and wrong first.

And the security team managed by Qin Mang's side also stepped forward to stop it, trying to isolate the crowd.

A good photo exhibition is not going to make a scene, as if there is someone behind the scenes manipulating in the dark, waiting to see the joke, waiting to see the fall of the goddess.

It was obviously for Jiang Ruo.

As for who this person could be, I couldn't think of it for a while.

In the spacious exhibition hall on the first floor, Jiang Ruo was mired in the quagmire of public opinion, cursed, forced to ask, and despised.

The *** of the crowd caused the scene to become extremely chaotic.

Wen Huai is very tall, and his figure of 1.9 meters stands out like a flock, and he is obviously a lot taller than others.

And he was bent on blocking these menacing media, and he didn't realize when Jiang Ruo was squeezed out of his arms.

At this time, Jiang Ruo was mixed in the riotous crowd, and he was squeezed around helplessly, and he felt that his skeleton was about to be crushed, so crowded that he wanted to vomit, and he couldn't even breathe the air.

In the middle of nowhere, just when she was in a hurry and extremely panicked, someone took her hand precisely and dragged her out of the dense crowd.

Jiang Ruo raised his eyelids suspiciously, and his eyes instantly exploded with a stunned light, "Wen Yuan?"

Didn't she tell him to stay upstairs?

Is it because you're afraid that things won't be big enough to run around now?

His face is really dangerous!

Fortunately, everyone's attention is all on the video, and no one will notice Wen Yuan who suddenly appeared.

Wen Yuan: "Come with me."

Jiang Ruo looked back at Wen Huai, who was defeated by the microphone, and he had to be high, otherwise the microphone would have to be poked in the face.

"But Brother Ahuai..."

"Let's go!"

Wen Yuan didn't let Jiang Ruofen say, and took her away directly.

In this situation, it is necessary to investigate the source of the video as soon as possible, and it makes no sense to consume it with the media.

Somewhere in a dark corner that was not shrouded in lights, a woman tightened the mask on her face, took her mobile phone and secretly took a few photos of Wen Yuan and Jiang Ruo running away, ready to continue to use it to ferment public opinion.

Things were as she had expected, and everything was unchecked.

With that, she left satisfied.

Hatred often occurs in the first thought, and jealousy is used as a nutrient to quickly sprout and grow unexpectedly.