Note the sweet scale

Chapter 288: Self-inflicted Evil, Cannot Live (3)

When he was in the elevator, he immediately called Meng Yiran.

"Sorry, the number you dialed could not be connected."

Following the voice prompt, several text messages popped up on the screen, all of which were inquiry text messages sent by reporters who knew her number after they knew the news.

Afterwards, her cell phone rang again, and she hung up the phone. Song Xinnan went directly to the news website and saw the headlines at a glance.

In the photo, Meng Yiran raised her face, her long hair was covered with fruit peels, half an egg was buttoned up, and a face covered with soil and melon seeds was exposed between the parted hair...

The exquisite Korean makeup is already horrible, and the whole person looks even worse than a beggar.

"Depend on!"

Song Xinnan's face darkened and she almost fainted.

It's only been less than two hours, why did you sing like this? !
After running out of the elevator, she rushed all the way to the car, and immediately started the car and rushed towards the hospital.

When Song Xinnan arrived at the hospital, the reporters outside the emergency room were already crowded into a pot of porridge, and a steady stream of reporters were still rushing over.

In order to maintain normal working order, the hospital had to call in more than a dozen security guards to build a human wall at the entrance and exit of the emergency room.

"Let's let one let, let one let!"

Song Xinnan didn't care about finding a parking space, so she stopped the car casually and squeezed into the crowd.

A reporter turned around, recognized her, and immediately turned around and stretched out the recording pen.

"Miss Song, what happened to Miss Meng Meng?"

As soon as he took the lead, everyone cheered and surrounded him all at once, all aiming at Song Xinnan.

"It's so late, what is Miss Meng Meng doing there?"

"What is the cause of the matter?"

……

"Everyone, please be safe!" Song Xinnan straightened her hair. "When we find out the truth, I will give you an explanation. Please forgive me for not having anything to say. Thank you. Please make room for me!"

After finishing speaking, she separated from the crowd and squeezed to the front of the security guard wall. Just as she was about to go inside, she was stopped by a security guard.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm Meng Yiran's assistant, let me in."

The security guard looked her up and down, "Do you have any ID?"

Song Xinnan rummaged through her bag and came out in a hurry, she and Ben didn't have a work permit from Emperor Vision.

"I forgot to bring it, I really must be Meng Yiran's assistant, you just let me in!"

"You said you were Miss Meng's assistant, and they also said you were assistants. Who knows what's going on with you?"

The security guard's face was not good-looking, and he was called to do such a thing after sleeping soundly in the middle of the night. Who could feel better?
Behind the security guard, a staff member of Emperor Vision trotted over, seeing Song Xinnan, he just frowned.

"Why did you come here, come in quickly!"

Let the security guard explain, and drag Song Xinnan into the emergency center, and the staff member brought her to the door of a ward, reminding her in a low voice.

"Manager Guan is getting angry right now, you should be mentally prepared."

He raised his hand to push open the door, put Song Xinnan in, and immediately closed the door tightly.

In the ward.

Meng Yiran had already changed out of her dirty dress and put on a hospital gown. Her face had been washed, but her hair was still stained and stuck together.

His face was blue and purple, and one eye was obviously swollen. He looked like a refugee who had just escaped.

Guan Tianai, the general manager of Emperor Vision's artist department, was standing at the head of Meng Yiran's bed with a livid face, pointing at her nose and cursing.

(End of this chapter)