After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 434 The people who should really be pointed at by thousands of people are the Jinghui family!
Although he probably wouldn't take those bad reviews on the Internet to heart, Feng Yasong did.

It's not just because Zhong Jingchen was imprisoned in order to defend her, but also because...

She likes him.

He is perfect in her heart, and she can't tolerate others saying anything bad about him.

So even if she knew that most of those bad comments were made by Sui Jun, she still couldn't help feeling wronged for him.

Obviously he can stay out of it.

Obviously he is the right one.

He is clearly fair and upright.

Obviously...

Feng Yasong sighed, turned off the phone, and stopped looking at things that raised his blood pressure every minute.

He even tried to comfort himself to be optimistic, as long as the golden time of crisis public relations did not pass, Zhong Jingchen would have a chance to reverse public opinion at any time.

But here comes the question, what should he do to reverse the public opinion?
Find a way to expose the lies of Jinghui and his wife, and prove to everyone that live broadcasting the funeral is not an elegant idea at all.

Or use the strategy of besieging Wei and saving Zhao to expose all kinds of illegal activities within the Feng's Charity Foundation, and attract everyone's attention to severely punishing Jinghui and his wife?
As long as they are labeled black-hearted businessmen who break the law and discipline, the public will naturally no longer regard their lies as a standard!

The fact that she and Zhong Jingchen used the pretext of giving presents in variety shows to annoy their family of three will only make the public feel very happy!The wind reviews are naturally reversed!

Feng Yasong understands all the truths, but the difficulty lies in that she is no longer the grand slam actress Feng Ya who is familiar with all kinds of inside stories of the Feng's Charity Foundation and who will surely convince many people as long as she comes out to testify.

It's a stranger who has nothing to do with Feng Ya, Song Feng Ya.

She didn't know how many inside stories Zhong Jingchen knew, and whether she had any definite evidence.

There is also no way to expose the lies of the Jinghui family without any evidence to support them.

Or maybe, she actually has evidence.

But how to guide Zhong Jingchen to discover those evidences without exposing himself has become a new problem.

And now, is it necessary for her to continue to hide from him?

Obviously, she had already been stripped by him to the point where she didn't even have any underwear left, but she was dragged on until now because she didn't dare to face her...

Feng Yasong collapsed crookedly on the bed, suddenly hated his timid appearance.

She has never been an indecisive person, why can't she make up her mind only on this matter?

Did he not trust Zhong Jingchen's character, or did he not have confidence in his own vision?
She has already expended too much energy and wasted too much time on this matter, if neither, she thought, it is time to give Chong Jingchen a positive response.

"Tomorrow." Feng Yasong grabbed the vegetable dog doll and hugged it in his arms, muttering to himself an ultimatum: "If he doesn't make any moves tomorrow morning, I will go to him and surrender..."

The first priority right now is to sleep.

Only when you have enough energy, will you have enough energy to deal with Zhong Jingchen's inquisition.

Feng Yasong closed his eyes with the fluke mentality of "if he wakes up, all the troubles will be settled by Zhong Jingchen".

Because she was preoccupied with something, she didn't sleep well this time.

She dreamed that she and Chong Jingchen were holding hands and sitting side by side in the car.

The love song he wrote to her was playing in the earphones in a loop, and the street scene outside the window gradually became familiar from unfamiliar.

Her joyful mood also gradually became depressed because of revisiting the old place.

Just a little bit of God's kung fu, she was already in the living room of Feng's house.

On the long table were presents carefully selected by the girls for Jinghui and his wife.

Among the piles of colorful gift boxes, woodcarvings with wolf heart and dog lungs, garlic bracelets, cross necklaces and other strange monsters are particularly eye-catching.

Jinghui and his wife were talking emotionally, while Zhong Jingchen stood in front of her like a steady mountain, separating her from the absurd farce that was going on.

And the staff who were supposed to perform their duties, somehow became the audience watching this absurd farce.

They were instigated by Jinghui and his wife's superb acting skills comparable to Biscao, and they pointed at her and Zhong Jingchen with righteous indignation:
"Are you still human? For the sake of traffic, you only poke at other people's pain points. There is no parent in the world who doesn't love their children!"

"The current 208W is really unscrupulous in order to be popular, and can do any dirty thing! I tui!"

"The ones who really eat human blood steamed buns are those of you who deliberately make things difficult for Feng Ya's parents for the sake of traffic!"

"They have worked very hard to be a pair of qualified parents, what else do you want from them? Do you have to drive them to death to be satisfied!"

"All those who have maliciously slandered them under the banner of upholding justice for Fengya should apologize to them!"

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Their voices are getting louder and their emotions are getting more and more emotional.

In the end, they surrounded her and Chong Jingchen, raised their fists and shouted in unison: "Apologize! Apologize! Apologize..."

Accompanied by more and more angry voices, more and more people poured in from all directions to join the crusade against them, eroding their living space at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Yasong was so suppressed that she could hardly breathe.

She almost begged and explained to them: "It's not like that, they're lying! Fengya doesn't want to live broadcast her funeral at all, and she doesn't want to sell all her private items to strangers..."

But these people are like walking corpses whose minds have been uniformly controlled. They don't listen to her explanation at all, they just clamor and surround her, as if they want to tear her apart...

Feng Yasong opened her eyes fiercely, only to realize that everything was just a nightmare.

Her chest heaved violently, like a stranded fish returning to the ocean, breathing in fresh air with big gulps.

It wasn't until the symptoms of hypoxia were alleviated that she fumbled with her mobile phone, clicked on the scarf, and learned about the latest public opinion guidance.

One night passed, and neither Zhong Jingchen's studio nor himself had any movement.

Although it is not ruled out that it is too early and the employees in his studio have not started work yet, so there is no possibility of any movement, but seeing the voices of crusade against him on the Internet intensifying, Feng Yasong can't wait any longer.

She didn't want to see the scenes in the nightmare happen in reality.

They did nothing wrong and don't need to apologize to anyone.

The ones who should be pointed out by thousands of people are the Jinghui family!
Feng Yasong didn't even bother to wash his face, he casually pulled a piece of home clothes and wrapped it around his body, stepped on his slippers and went out, heading straight to his former residence.

(End of this chapter)