The shots of Wu Yang were piled up together, and in front of them was a crowd of black oppressors, they were sneering, ridiculing and judging the relationship between them, and the nephew snatched the woman from the uncle, which is simply a scandal in the wealthy family.

Everywhere you put it, it's explosive.

This group of reporters squeezed forward one by one, for fear of missing tomorrow's front page headlines, they surrounded Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou, and asked questions one after another, not giving people the slightest respite.

Song Qingyu froze, a trace of astonishment flashed in her pupils, she didn't understand why there were so many reporters suddenly blocked here, holding the microphone one by one, with expressions like they wanted to eat people.

Fu Wenzhou stood in front of Song Qingyu, covering most of her body, her face was cold and terrifying, and her voice was cold, "Any media dares to leak a photo, I don't mind letting it disappear in the capital from now on." ”

In a word, the reporters who were still chaotic and eager to try to watch the show suddenly quieted down, their pupils dilated, and they didn't dare to speak again.

This is a threat.

But it clearly worked.

Everyone slowly put away the microphones, and those sharp and harsh words suddenly disappeared.

Fu Wenzhou just grabbed Song Qingyu's waist and walked through the crowd in a grand manner.

The group of reporters was shocked by the aura around the man and consciously let go.

Liang Muchuan glanced at the two figures that were gradually disappearing not far away, and after retracting his gaze, he swept around the reporters, and said lightly: "What to say and what not to say, someone should have taught you." ”

Everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and could only nod.

In the face of absolute power, they have no other way but to submit.

The sky outside the window was gray, and the clouds were wrapped in and pressed low, like the atmosphere in a car.

Song Qingyu sat by the window, looking out the window, unable to see the emotion on her face.

Fu Wenzhou kept staring at her side face, and wanted to open his mouth several times, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

No one knows how scared he is now.

I'm afraid that she will abandon herself again because of these gossips.

From the very beginning, she didn't want to be with him because of this identity, it was he who pulled her from the altar into the world, and the two of them were forced to cut the relationship until today.

But now, the layer of paper that kept the surface peaceful was torn.

Fu Wenzhou knew very well in his heart that even if today's incident did not cause any consequences, it would definitely leave a wake-up call in Song Qingyu's heart.

So the more she didn't speak at this time, the more bottomless Fu Wenzhou's heart became.

The air in the car seemed to be stagnant, and it was oppressive.

Song Chang glanced at the two people in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and he didn't dare to come out.

Song Qingyu was raised by him when he was a child, Song Chang understood Song Qingyu's character best, and her only goal in life was to take the Song enterprise from Song Yuan and avenge her mother and grandfather.

And as long as she is with Fu Wenzhou, this kind of thing will still happen in the future today, and if there are too many times, she will be stabbed out sooner or later.

Public opinion can crush a person to death, no one cares who you like, what kind of life you live in the Fu family, how many times your husband cheated. The outside world will only think that she Song Qingyu married her uncle and got together with her nephew.

An unruly love.

And the consequence is that she and Fu Wenzhou will be laughed at everywhere they go, and they will be scolded as a vixen, saying that she seduces her uncle and nephew.

In the Song family, those old foxes used this excuse to play again, and used public opinion to suppress her, making her unstable in the position of Song's director and criticized by the outside world.

Song Chang sighed and quickened the throttle.

The car stopped at Wutong Apartment, and Fu Wenzhou followed behind Song Qingyu with gloomy eyes.

"Welcome back to Song Qingyu and Fu Wenzhou's home."

A crisp mechanical sound sounded, and Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled.

The door was pushed open.

Fu Wenzhou's fists clenched slightly, obviously the day they left, he was still sitting on the rattan chair and holding her, why was everything different after coming back.

He took a deep breath and tried his best to restrain his anger.

If......

If Song Qingyu doesn't want him anymore, it doesn't matter.

He had already prepared an island for her, where no one would bother them except him and his yuzu.

Song Qingyu changed out of her heavy white down jacket, changed into a cashmere coat at home, and turned around and asked suspiciously, "Why are you so quiet today?" Evil? ”

Fu Wenzhou flashed ten thousand thoughts of kidnapping her in his mind, and he was thinking about which one would be the most effective and convenient to implement, when he was suddenly interrupted by this fluttering voice, he was stunned for a few seconds: "What is evil?" ”

Song Qingyu: "What are you thinking?" ”

Fu Wenzhou was inexplicably weak-hearted, and his face was calm: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about whether we will eat braised pork ribs or sweet and sour pork ribs at night." ”

Song Qingyu thought for a while: "Eat fish." ”

"I'll drive to buy it." Fu Wenzhou began to put on shoes.

Song Qingyu nodded: "I still want to eat desserts from Dongsan Road." ”

Fu Wenzhou said: "There are often queues at that house, and I may have to be late to get home. ”

Song Qingyu: "Okay." ”

Fu Wenzhou looked at her and stopped talking, and finally turned around and closed the door without saying anything.

The moment the door closed, Song Qingyu's eyebrows suddenly turned cold.

She looked at the clock on the wall, three and a half hours.

That's enough.

Song Qingyu lowered her eyes and dialed out a call.

"Hello, is this Prison 12?"