After the rebirth I married my nemesis

Chapter 1030 Verbal and written criticism, endless death

Shen Suixin and Lu Shiyu are well known in country M. After all, the wedding that was so inhumane was unprecedented in history, and it is still talked about until now.

But people who know it in France don't know it, and even fewer people who don't have access to the Internet know it.

What Mrs. Song said at this moment undoubtedly announced that Shen Suixin was married.

Fans who have just become fans have not had time to fantasize about the goddess, and they are thrown from heaven to hell in an instant.

Shen Suixin was stunned for a moment. After hearing Mrs. Song's words, her crimson lips curled up slightly, and she took the initiative to welcome his kiss.

During the half month of her closed training competition, Lu Shiyu basically never made out with her, and even kissed and hugged her only once.

Kissing her soft lips at this moment, no matter what the occasion is, Lu Shiyu is immersed in intimacy with her, and getting her response makes him even more presumptuous!

1 minute, 2 minutes...

3 minutes have passed...

Mrs. Song saw that the two were still embracing kisses, she couldn't bear to interrupt them, "Well...Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu, don't you want to spread dog food in moderation?"

Lu Shiyu glared at Mrs. Song displeasedly.

Shen Suixin came back to his senses, and quickly pushed Lu Shiyu away, his palm-sized face was covered with red clouds, and he glanced at the displeased man who was pushed away by him with winking eyes, then stretched out his hand to hook him his little finger.

The man noticed her small movements, and his gloomy face improved.

The live music, fireworks and applause were chaotic and noisy, the host's excited voice surrounded the whole scene, and the overhead lights were gorgeous and dreamy.

When Shen Suixin looked sideways at Lu Shiyu, he happened to be looking at her too, and the two of them looked at each other silently.

At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was quiet, all the lights were extinguished, and they only saw themselves in their eyes.

The sweet smell of love is in the air.

Sophia stood aside and looked at her, her eyes darkened, she was happy for her, but also couldn't hide her disappointment...

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At the end of the competition, Mrs. Song, the top three winners and the person in charge of the competition, was interviewed by media reporters.

Most of the reporters' attention was focused on Shen Suixin, especially about her life experience.

For example, when Ye Yaoluo gave birth to her, why no one knew about her back then, and who is her biological father!

Shen Suixin replied that he was born in country M, and was fostered by his mother's friend's house since he was a child. As for his biological father, it is inconvenient to say more because he is not a member of the industry.

Shen Suixin also said to the camera: "Although my mother took drugs, I believe this is not her intention. One day things will come to light and the truth will be revealed!"

The reporters asked one after another if there was something wrong with Ye Yaoluo's death, and if she came to France this time to investigate the cause of Ye Yaoluo's death!
Shen Suixin didn't answer these questions, and the press conference was over.

Backstage.

Mrs. Song looked at Shen Suixin with deep and complicated eyes, "I really didn't expect you to be Ye Yaoluo's daughter."

Shen Suixin's eyes showed a hint of apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to hide from you, it's just..."

Hesitant to speak.

Mrs. Song sighed softly, "Okay, I understand! You have something to hide, so I don't feel comfortable asking more! I just hope that you can learn from Ye Yaoluo's incident and don't make the same mistakes again."

"You also believe that my mother took drugs and had promiscuous sex?" Shen Suixin frowned slightly.

"It's not something I believe or not, but everyone thinks so!" Mrs. Song said seriously, "Including that they will be harsher to you because of Ye Yaoluo, but if you make a mistake, they will treat you Verbal criticism and pen criticism will never stop dying."

(End of this chapter)