But now, song Qinbei is the only one who can help her.

She couldn't think of anyone to help her clean up the mess.

Just an hour ago, it went through a night of fermentation.

Countless fans take off the powder, and some even become Tang Xin's fans.

Passers-by powder to her all kinds of abuse, to her verbally.

She from a high behind the film, a kaolin flower, became the object of network violence.

Before, she was praised by passers-by, including fans, but now, she has been trampled into the mire by the fans who once praised her and praised her to heaven.

Even so, the Internet even set off a wave of boycott of her upsurge, netizens even skinned out her previous scenes, satirized her poor acting skills.

Under the influence of word-of-mouth collapse and negative news, several brands in the Asia Pacific region contacted her and asked to terminate her contract.

The termination of the contract is faced with huge compensation.

She has been working hard in the entertainment industry for many years, and she can afford the cost. The problem is that if she does terminate her contract, someone will replace her. In the current situation of the entertainment industry, once she terminates her contract, she will face the decline of her coffee position and the loss of her future resources.

It's even possible to transform from a first-line star to a second-line star

It's something she absolutely can't allow.

So now she is standing at the gate of the villa in the north of Song Dynasty.

"Qinbei, listen to me. At that time, I didn't mean to pull Tang Xin's clothes... I really just slipped my hand..."

Shen Qingwan holds song Qinbei's wrist and looks pitifully at him.

"Keep these words with the reporters."

Song Qinbei didn't want to look at her any more, so he threw Shen Qingwan's hand away——

Caught off guard, Shen Qingwan fell to the ground, his knees and arms bumped on the pebbles on the ground, and his skin was blue and blue.

Even tiny grains of sand penetrated her skin.

The pain made her tears fall more violently.

Song Qinbei was not willing to give her any pity, so he left her and went on.

"Don't go!

Qinbei, don't go... "

Shen Qingwan came to song Qinbei and saw that he was about to leave. Shen Qingwan hugged song Qinbei's thigh.

Song Qinbei's brow was so wrinkled that he could almost kill a fly.

"Let go!"

The voice is frightful, and the air conditioning is chilly.

Shen Qingwan's back was cold, and she shivered.

But now, how can you just let go.

Now she has seen song Qinbei as a shining golden thigh, just like a drowning man embracing the last straw. She is not willing to let go.

"Qinbei, listen to me. I didn't mean to. I was really careless. Would you believe me?"

Shen Qingwan has been standing high in the crowd and shining all the time, and has never been so embarrassed as now.

But song Qinbei's emotion has been tolerated to the extreme.

If it wasn't for not hitting a woman, he couldn't help kicking her off now——

In front of this embarrassed woman, or his impression of the gentle atmosphere of Shen Qingwan?

The impression of Shen Qingwan should not be like this

Song Qinbei's eyebrows sank.

"I know you don't believe me. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. But Qinbei, can you look at the face of the past... "

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