Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

Which one is the real music photo?

Only at this time did Lu realize the true meaning of Le Zhao's saying that she was not le Zhao but coco.

She didn't use her identity as an excuse to resist his approach. She really changed.

If she can act, it's a great act. The plan is so thorough that it leaves room for the scum professor.

Looking back, there is a lot of room for lawyers to defend in court. At least the public opinion level, you can play the name of being well-known and honest.

Sometimes facts may not be the most important thing in front of the public. Good PR is like monkey people, monkey is the public and anyone who wants to destroy the image designed by customers.

Ni Xiaojing listens to the sound of Le Zhao making a phone call over there. She feels a little uncomfortable. She felt that this person was very strange, too strange, as if it was just a machine.

At this time, Le Zhao's voice was loud, but the flight attendant was knocking at the door.

Communication tools cannot be used on aircraft.

I'm happy to hang up immediately.

"This is afternoon tea for you, sir and madam. If you need anything, please ring the call bell. "

The flight attendant just came to deliver things. He left after finishing the task.

After finishing the public relations layout as soon as possible, Le Zhao plans to get up and leave.

Old Anthony stayed with her for afternoon tea: "I remember you used to love brownies."

The delicate plate of white porcelain is pushed to the front of Le Zhao.

She raised her eyebrows and eyes, there was a faint irony in her eyes: "you know, I don't remember the past."

"Of course I know you don't remember the past." Old Anthony put his hands on his knees. "I want to talk to you. In case of any accident, I can't sit down and chat with you like this. "

Le Zhao just had the news about Zha Lian Tong's sentence. What she saw was a news in Germany. The woman, known as an animal mother, used her 9-year-old son to trade on the dark net for her own benefit and was sentenced to 12 years.

A man involved in the trade was sentenced to 10 years.

Ten years is not short.

In particular, old Anthony has nearly 60 people, he just looks young, very good maintenance.

Maybe he can't make it.

Even if they come out, the society also spits on those who commit such crimes.

Le Zhao feels that Anthony may not have told himself the whole truth.

His wealth and status are certainly not as simple as holding illegal photos.

Then we can get to the best-selling writer of popular science literature for children.

She remembered that Xiao Bao liked the professor's work, and Xiao Bao also got along with him

Her little treasure, who had been in contact with the most disgusting thing in the world, fell on the silver fork in front of her.

looked at the little fork, and Anthony smiled. "Try it, especially for the Michelin 3-star chef, and put something you love before."

Le Zhao picked an eyebrow: "I won't say thank you. After all, that's what I should do. "

Take a fork and cut a small piece into your mouth.

She chewed hard, but the picture in her mind was that the scum had died 10000 times.

"Is it delicious?" Old Anthony asked, and Le Zhao answered him with action, eating the rest of brownie.

Knowing that she was in a bit of a hurry, she explained, "I used my brain just now. It's a lot of trouble. I'm a little hungry. Of course, the desserts are good. Samsung chefs deserve their reputation. "

“coco。 Are you really not criticizing me? " Anthony, there's a lot of scrutiny in his eyes.

If you don't remember what happened before, how can you be so indifferent?

It's not in line with Le Zhao's identity.

"You know about my divorce from my ex husband." Le Zhao poured half a cup of black tea again. After tasting it, he said, "he made me realize that men are unreliable. If this is the nature of animals like you, why should I criticize it? Besides, Anthony, you shouldn't ask me that. I'm in charge of your public relations. What you should care about is whether my plan can help you recover your reputation. "

"Then you really don't have any idea?"

"Of course I have. My mind is full of ideas. I'll tell you the truth, I'm thinking about what you say when you face reporters, which publishing houses to cooperate with, discount your experience and package it at the same time. This is sure to sell at a high price. People like this kind of curiosity.

I'm still thinking, when you hold a press conference, which clothes to wear, what color of glasses to wear, what kind of hairstyle to comb, will make you look like a nerd. In order to complete the script of madman shudai. Let the public sympathize with you.

By the way, I also thought of a way. You sell so many books, you should have fans. Let your loyal Book powder be used to endorse your credit. Or, plant it on your competitors. Anyway, let your fans shout for you, all bad things are done by black powder.As long as you play well, your image in the public will be preserved. Maybe your new book will sell a lot. "

Anthony raised his glass to le Zhao: "you're smart, coco. If you didn't leave, you would have been better. "

Le Zhao chuckled: "I was young and ignorant. I was cheated by the slag man."

……

Ni Xiao heard such words as slag man and ex husband, and the location of the temple was full of pain. Is that Lu bandit?

Le Zhao's voice was too contemptuous when he talked about Lu Fei.

Lu opened the door of the room and went out.

Ni Xiao looked at the closed door and sighed.

She found that Le Zhao had only interests in her eyes. Although she knew it was professional, she still felt confused.

You know, this is Le Zhao. Now she's Mrs. Holly's daughter. Is she short of money? She has no shortage.

No one forced her, but she was trying to find a way out for a damned old thing.

What would Lu Fei think?

Looking at the ice and snow congealing cold when he just went out, I think he was not happy.

Raised in the side of the soft Mei Petite wife, suddenly blackened, also said it was because he lied?

This reason sounds reasonable.

……

Le Zhao came out of old Anthony's room and stood slightly on the aisle. Instead of going back to his apartment, he went to the direction of the restaurant.

In fact, the dining area is very small, with three tables for luxury class guests to walk around and rest.

Le Zhao sat there and asked for a glass of water.

The itch spread from her back, and then her arms and legs rushed towards her throat, but the throat seemed to be blocked.

She clenched her cup in pain. There was something wrong with the piece of brownie she had just eaten.

Le Zhao wants to throw the cup on the ground because she can't speak.

When he fell to the ground, in the blurred vision, a familiar tall figure came running towards him.