The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 250 Love on the back of the hand (1)
In fact, he was shameless and selfish in his heart and hoped that his baby would never appear in public.

After all, his baby is so charming, as long as he appears in front of the public camera, it will kill countless films in seconds.

I don't know how many coveted objects will be attracted.

Before he went, he could imagine his misery in the future.

Also, it would be better not to be on the "Interview" program, but who made her baby announce to the outside world that she would be in front of everyone.

He is always bad, let her break her promise to the whole world.

The more he thought about it, the sour smell of acetic acid flooded Wenren Yuxuan's heart like a tide, and his whole body was sore and itchy.

It felt sour, but there was a little grievance in the deep eyes looking at Xia Mu.

"Okay, we're not a scandal." Seeing the aggrieved expression of the man in front of him, Xia Mu became more and more amused.

The voice was soft, as if comforting a troubled child.

A few minutes later, Xia Mu walked out of the kitchen to call Luo Wen.

When Luo Wen's cell phone rang, she was still sitting in the office thinking about the bad things that happened today, her mind was in a mess.

She took the phone and pressed the answer button without even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello, what's the matter?" She formally asked the person on the other side of the phone, her eyes still fixed on the news on the computer screen.

"Sister Luo, it's me." When Xia Mu's unique cold voice on the phone reached Luo Wen's ears, she almost knocked over the teacup in front of her in shock.

"Oh, it's Xiaoxia, what do you want from me?" Luo Wen came back from the great surprise, and immediately asked softly.

"Sister Luo, I'm going to be on the "Interview" program at [-]:[-] p.m. the day after tomorrow. My friends are all set up for me. You can send the news in the afternoon." Xia Mu explained to Luo Wen in a calm voice.

"Xiao Xia, you are talking about "Interview", that "Interview" from XX?" Luo Wen screamed out of shock at the word "Interview" in Xia Mu's words.

He didn't care that his body was already wet by the tea flowing from the table.

She, she, did she hear correctly?

Oh my god, what happened to that child recently, who did he meet.

Not only can he manipulate the direction of public opinion immediately after such a big scandal happened today, but he can also go directly to the latest "Interview" program the day after tomorrow.

She just wondered if God had opened up a gorgeous trick for that cold and indifferent girl.

"That's right, Sister Luo, isn't it good to be on "Interview", or is there a problem?" Xia Mu on the other side of the phone didn't even know her flirty but powerful words, which made Luo Wen dizzy.

"No, no, I'll arrange it now, I'll arrange it now, it's very good to be on "Interview", very good." It was because it was so good that he was so surprised, okay?

She was trying very hard to control herself not to be startled by the great excitement in her heart and continue to scream.

This child, I think everyone has her calmness and calmness.

Alas, the voice on the phone is still as light as ever, there is no other difference.

Perhaps, her worries at the beginning were unnecessary.

"Then thank you, Sister Luo." Xia Mu was amused to hear Luo Wen's stammering voice.

But she also knew that her concern was too strong, so she could quite understand the woman opposite who had lost her composure.

"No thanks, no thanks, haha, it's great that you can thoroughly clarify the truth of the smeared facts by appearing in "Interview". At the beginning, I was still worried whether I should tell you. I think too much, you have grown up and become strong." When Luo Wen was excited, her heart was filled with relief.

"Well, let's get in touch again if there is any situation." Luo Wen's words were full of relief, and of course Xia Mu could hear it.

Why didn't she thank the ordinary-looking elder sister across the way who always took care of her with a pleasant face.

Ever since she entered Mu's house at the age of five and a half, there was not a day when she didn't want to leave that place.

However, she was too young at that time, needless to say she could go out alone, even if she went out, surviving outside was still a problem.

In Mu's house, although she was treated coldly and ridiculed, and was even Liu Huarong and Mu Xinran's punching bag, even being beaten and scolded by them was a common occurrence, but in the end, she still had something to eat and something to learn. On top of that, they still gave her the basic needs to survive.

This is much better than when she went out to wander as a child at that time. There are many people who have hope.

At that time, as long as she could live healthy, what was her dignity worth?

This is something she has deeply experienced and understood since she was born.

Yes, when she was powerless to everything around her, except for bearing the burden of humiliation and waiting for the day when she was strong and independent, surviving was her only hope.

And her work at that time was also for the most urgent wish in her little heart: to get out of Mu's house, and never rely on them again, and don't live by their faces.

And the incident that happened nine years ago completely brought the thoughts in her heart closer to the agenda.

Xia Mu felt that in this life, she would remember it deeply until she died. Once she saw such a sentence in a book: The power of the world has three forms, violence, money, and knowledge.

And at that time, she was so fragile, so small, so powerless, and those who were powerless could only rely on the last one to survive.

When the incident happened, she was already secretly learning to draw and absorb all kinds of painting knowledge. Even if she is talented as a mentor in the university, it is not the right time to rely on the craft of painting to make money after all.

Turning her talents and skills into money and power, for her at that time, after all, she needed an opportunity.

In addition to painting, what she can and dare to do most is the knowledge she acquires from reading books tirelessly every day.

She probably read all kinds of books after entering junior high school, and sometimes wrote some small articles and sent them anonymously to newspapers to earn some royalties.

But because most of the articles she wrote at that time were short stories, which could not fully bring out her strengths and potential, the revenge she got was very, very little, and the little was not enough for her to support herself.

It wasn't until later that she slowly wanted to write a novel, and after that incident, she became more eager to gain a place for herself in a certain field.

(End of this chapter)