Lucky One becomes Unlucky

After the two women left, it wasn't long before there were more people in Qian Zhaozhao's place.

Netizens see their micro blog positioning, people in the vicinity rushed to see this woman.

Soon, Qian Zhaozhao was surrounded, and even the media didn't know when to rush over.

"Miss Qian, are all the reports on the Internet true? Are you really betraying Feng Heng for the sake of Mo Yanjing and leaking Huizhi's information to Mohist? "

"Miss Qian, don't you think you are going too far? He is the wife of Feng family, and he is also involved with Mohism. "

"Miss Qian, why did you come here alone today? Is it because of guilt?"

“……”

Qian Zhaozhao underestimated the power of the Internet. She wanted to drive back. Unexpectedly, the wheels of the car were vented and the glass was broken.

A crowd of reporters surrounded her and gave her no chance to escape.

"Miss Qian, it is said that Mr. Feng has an accident in East China. You have been with him all the time. Isn't it your evil hand?"

"Miss Qian, I heard that you had something to do with Feng Xu before, didn't you?"

“……”

Not far away, in a humble car, Bai Xinrui looks at everything with a smile.

Of course, people on the Internet are not so boring, and the media will not all come here at this time. How to say that the media should also look at the face of Feng family.

Bai Xinrui picked eyebrows. She had said that Qian Zhaozhao would pay the price.

Let her live like death

Qian Zhaozhao was surrounded. He bowed his head and didn't say a word.

She knows that the current situation, no matter what she says, will only let the media get in touch with each other, which will be detrimental to Huizhi.

Seeing that Qian Zhaozhao didn't say a word, some people couldn't see it any more and began to push her.

"You speak, are you dumb?"

Just at this time, one black car after another came and surrounded it.

The bodyguards in the car came down and walked towards the reporters, smashing their equipment to pieces.

"Who are you?"

"Call the police."

"My cell phone."

Soon, everything was quiet.

Qian Zhaozhao looked up at the visitor. Feng Heng was wearing a black windbreaker, hat and mask. His eyes were like stars in the night.

He reached out and held Qian Zhaozhao in his arms: "I'm not afraid. It's OK."

Qian Zhaozhao's nose was sour. He couldn't help but shed tears: "I'm sorry."

Feng Heng held her tightly in his arms: "I should say I'm sorry, I'm late."

Feng Heng took her to the car. The reporters looked at the scene and wanted to take pictures, but they didn't dare.

Driving all the way back, Feng Heng held her all the time.

Qian Zhaozhao's shoulder is very painful at the moment. He was pushed and pulled by those reporters just now, and now it's even more painful.

However, she didn't say a word. Leaning against Feng Heng's arms, all the pain didn't matter.

Feng Heng bowed his head to kiss her forehead and heart, with comfort.

……

After their car left, Bai Xinrui's face became twisted.

Who was that?

Mo Yanjing came very late, looking at what the media and Bai Xinrui were saying, he laughed.

"I said that Feng Heng was pretending to be dead. As expected."

Ruan Wei didn't speak at this time. To be honest, originally he admired Mo Yanjing very much, but now things make him a little shameless.

To a woman, or a woman he likes, he has to do it.

Don't you know how much a woman's reputation is compared to her physical pain?

Now a lot of internet violence is full of Qian Zhaozhao. It is said that some people are going to dig Qian Zhaozhao's father's ancestral grave, saying that he didn't teach his daughter well.

And these things, in Mo Yanjing's view, are no big deal.

"Come on, go back." Mo Yanjing is too lazy to see things here again, and then says.

Driving back to his private villa, Mo Yanjing's mother, Zhao Yunqing, is still awake. She sits on the sofa and watches the news.

"Mom, why haven't you had a rest yet?" Mo Yanjing can call her mother directly at this time.

Zhao Yunqing looked at Mo Yanjing, some familiar and some strange.

"Yanjing, do you really like Qian Zhaozhao?" Zhao Yunqing looked at him and asked.

Mo Yan Jing Leng for a moment, the coat and hat to the aunt: "of course, I will not cheat you."

"But Qian Zhaozhao and Feng Heng are still husband and wife now. Where do you put the face of Feng family and Mohist family? And this Qian Zhaozhao, didn't she know she was married? Why doesn't she divorce first and then come with you? "

Zhao Yunqing felt that he was wrong about Qian Zhaozhao. He didn't expect that she was such a woman.

"You misunderstood. What happened in this picture is that I forced her." Mo Yanjing smiles and doesn't care.

His voice fell, Zhao Yunqing can't believe looking at him, for a long time, she said: "do you really like Qian Zhaozhao?"

This is the second time. It's different from the previous one. This time, it's unbelievable.

Zhao Yunqing looks at Mo Yanjing as if he saw Mo song in his youth. For the sake of reputation, he doesn't even check, so he sends himself to an isolated island and cancels her identity information.

"Of course, Ma. What's the matter with you?" Mo Yanjing is impatient. "Don't you want her to be your daughter-in-law soon?"

Zhao Yunqing took a deep breath: "you can't treat a woman like this. Do you know how much a woman's reputation is?"

Zhao Yunqing knows better than anyone that she was framed by Mo song's sister Mo Zhiling and lay on the same bed with the surgeon.

Even if nothing happened to both of them, everything was ruined after the outside world reported.

The Zhao family was also destroyed, and everyone despised her.

But now, what did she see? Her son used the same method to deal with a woman.

Mo Yanjing soon understood what Zhao Yunqing was thinking. He said, "I am different from Mo song. I will be responsible for her."

With that, he turned back to his room.

Zhao Yunqing looks at Mo Yanjing's back. He is so cold in his heart that he destroys a woman and imprisons her. What's the responsibility?

……

Feng Heng's health is not good, from the hospital to hongfengling, and then back to the hospital, he was very tired, but did not show anything.

Qian Zhaozhao covered him with a quilt and was pulled in his arms the next second. She couldn't help shaking in pain.

Feng Heng soon noticed that she pulled open her collar and saw the bright red mark on her snow-white skin.

"Who did it?" His eyes were cold and his voice was sinister.

"Accidentally knocked it." Qian doesn't want him to worry about these things.

Feng Heng saw that she did not want to say, did not ask, ready to start their own investigation: "later careful."

"Well." Qian Zhaozhao lies in his arms carefully.

She can't help but feel uneasy. Up to now, Feng Heng hasn't asked her about Mo Yanjing.

"Feng Heng, Mo Yanjing..."

"I believe you." Before she finished speaking, Feng Heng stopped her and said.