Sweet official announcement: mysterious husband, tease non-stop

Fu Siyan put Shen Weilan on the bed and pulled the quilt over her.

Shen Weilan's phone is still on.

There are a lot of private letters in it.

They are all scolding Shen Weilan.

Fu Siyan picked up his mobile phone and clicked on his microblog.

Not only private letters, but also microblogs.

"Pretend to be Shen Weilan and die!"

"Pretending to be Fu Siyan's wife, are you sick? Is real life difficult?"

"Psycho, come out and rub the heat at this time. Get out!"

"Don't be mentally retarded. You can't say you're Mrs. XXX."

All kinds of comments and private letters.

Fu Yanguang felt shocked when he saw those words.

How dangerous is the human heart to be so malicious to an unknown stranger?

Whether it's a real wife or not.

No money, no sex.

Why curse?

Fu Siyan deleted all comments and private letters and was too lazy to read more.

Fu Siyan raised his mobile phone and the light hit his face, just enough to illuminate Shen Weilan's face.

The group photo is clear.

The time is clear.

send out.

"We are indeed together. Please stop your abuse."

Microblogging.

There was a moment of Caton.

There's nothing in the microblog.

Fu Siyan brushed the comment area.

After a minute.

Suddenly irritable.

"Sleeping trough, is this true?"

"Is this really president Fu's wife?"

"Mom, stop the people who are still scolding in the last microblog. They are true."

When Fu Siyan saw that the reply in the comment area was barely normal, he put down his mobile phone.

Then look at the tired little fool lying on the bed.

Trying to convince everyone that he didn't kill.

So endure humiliation online.

I was scolded by so many people and didn't fight back. I still said in a good voice. Please believe Fu Siyan.

Fu Siyan's heart seemed to be gripped by something.

I feel bad outside because the clue is broken.

But when I saw Shen Weilan inside, I thought it didn't matter if the sky fell.

……

The next day.

The news in microblog continues to ferment.

The door of FS group was once again surrounded by onlookers.

This time, Fu Siyan did not avoid, but faced each other.

"Hello, Mr. Fu, how do you explain your murder?"

"Hello, media man, the murder happened in a car accident three years ago. I was not at the scene when the accident happened, so it has nothing to do with me. "

"Mr. Fu, there were three people in the car accident. All the others died. Only my father was still alive. How is my father now? "

Fu Siyan nodded, very good.

"Mr. Fu, the last question is that there have been frequent deaths in Shencheng recently. It is said that they are all related to you. Is it true or false?"

"What do you mean?"

Fu Siyan was puzzled.

"As far as we know, the death of Mr. Jing Juchuan is related to you, and the death of Mr. Jing's ex-wife's brother is also related to you."

"Now there are two mysterious news. Is it also related to you?"

Hearing this, Fu Si smiled.

"If Shen Cheng dies casually and everyone pushes me, it's really a little funny."

"Everyone is not a fool. I hope you don't tell us a lot by hearsay. Of course, if you think you're a fool, think I didn't say it. "

Fu Siyan sealed his mouth.

Smile.

It is also a sign to the people in front of us not to talk nonsense.

"Do you know, Mr. Fu? Miss Jing got out of prison last night. "

Out of jail!

Fu Siyan immediately turned around.

"It was photographed that Miss Jing got out of prison last night and a man picked her up."

"We have photos here."

One of the reporters handed over the photo.

Yes, that woman is jingwan!