Thorny First Marriage

I don't know if sang Qi will change because of Nan Huaijin's words, but maybe one person's hatred and disgust for another person won't disappear easily because of other people's words.

Hate this kind of thing is like the seed takes root in the soil, will not easily disappear.

I went to the press conference the next day and threw away the pink diamond.

The assistant still stopped me from entering. Finally, Abby said in the ward, "let her in!"

I opened my handbag to her and asked her to search me. "I have nothing with me. I won't hurt Abby."

"Let me have a word with her. I'm here."

"Mrs. sang, we Abby have been very miserable by you now. Please give me a hand."

I looked into the ward and Abby was half on the bed.

When I went to the door of the ward, Abby's assistant recognized me and stopped me at the door. Her eyes were full of hostility.

"No more." I changed my clothes and rushed to the hospital.

"Shall I go with you?"

"Those aunts said they were members of my alliance. Do you think I can not go? I'm going to visit Abby anyway

"I don't think you'd better go. You can't tell me when you go."

I told her what she had said to me briefly, and she was stunned. She looked at me with sugar in her arms and said, "what's the matter?"

She asked me, "where are you going?"

I don't know if it's bad luck for Abby or me. I catch Gu Yu and ask her to continue telling stories to Bai Tang, then I change clothes in a hurry.

"She was frightened and fell off the stage in her high heels. Now she's in the hospital."

"And now what about Abby?"

I'll do it. Needless to say, Abby was spilled with excrement. This excrement basin has to buckle up on my head in the end.

I covered my forehead and felt the golden light in my head. It was like an explosive package had been ignited in my brain and would explode in place soon.

"That's how it is. Your fans spilled excrement on Abby."

"What?" My scalp exploded: "what's the situation?"

"Now those aunts have been arrested and admitted in the police station that they are members of your league."

"Ah?" I feel smelly across the screen: "what's the matter?"

"It's not like that. Let me tell you something. Abby was splashed with manure by some aunts when she was promoting a new play in Xinglong cinema this afternoon."

I answered the phone and hummed: "what? I don't accept apologies. Don't add drama to me all day. I don't think so at all. "

She's trying to please me these two days, so I don't care about her.

Sugar heard even breathless, is talking about the time, wanjinyou call.

I'm a good storyteller. I'm a good storyteller.

But little girls love to hear the prince to save the princess, while boys love to hear the prince to save the princess.

The night after the press conference, I was telling sugar a story. Boys and girls love to hear the story of Prince and princess.

Some netizens are just idle and bored. If he wants to do it, he will do it, but he never thought it would happen.

Later, I even had an original Alliance on the Internet, and I don't know who started it. There were presidents and vice presidents, and there were thousands of fans. It was really true: I didn't know why.

In one scene, I was stabbed by the opposite light and was wiping my eyes with a paper towel. As a result, the media said that I couldn't help but shed sad tears because of my grievance. Now the reporters really add drama, and all of them are actors.

Wanjinyou is my friend. Her intention is to help me. I know, but the more she helps me, the more helpful she is. The press release came out in the afternoon. I changed my taste when I saw it. Although she mentioned the new play, she talked about how I was wronged.

"It's your assist She was unjustly shouting after me, and I turned back to show her teeth and wave my fist.

"You don't care whether you make it or not!" I gave her a hard kick: "if you make trouble for me again, I'll make you unable to get along in the press world!"

I was fierce, she looked at me wrongly: "I'm fighting for you, fool. That Abby Junior is going to be in the upper position. You are still trying to clarify for them. Is that a mistake? "

After the meeting, I found the magic oil and dragged her to the corner: "what did you say just now?"

So the effect of the press conference is very general, and there is also a feeling that the more it describes, the darker it gets.

Even I can see that the focus of this press conference is not on the new play, but on how my poor and wealthy young grandmother fights with the third child.

Do I need her love for this damned balm? I want to go down and beat her now."You are in a rich family, but you can't help it. We really feel sorry for you."

What the hell is she talking about? I glared at her: "there's no pressure. It's really nothing to do with Miss Abby."

But when I finished, I didn't seem to have a big splash. At this time, marigold suddenly said, "Mrs. sang, is it because you are under pressure that you want to be the second best

It happened that she mentioned the necklace, so I took over the conversation to explain that this matter has nothing to do with Miss Abby. I believe her very much. There must be some misunderstanding and so on.

Not long after the press conference, a sharp eyed reporter found the pink diamond on my neck, and immediately someone asked me, "Mrs. sang, is this pink diamond the one you lost that day?"

It's better for me to come out as a client to clarify.

I saw the oil of gold at the press conference. I want to say hello to her and let her not be so sharp when asking questions. It's better to give me time to talk about the necklace.

"I know. I know. I nodded. There must be some misunderstanding."

She was skeptical: "if that's the best, I really haven't stolen your necklace."

"I'll try to help you clarify this news conference today."

In her heart, she may also feel that the person behind the scenes is me.

The way she looked at me was different from the first time, but full of vigilance.

Before the meeting, I sincerely apologized to her: "Miss Abby, it bothered you about that."

I saw Abby at the meeting. It seems that she is really troubled by the news. She looks very bad.

The assistant moved her body blocking the door of the ward and let me in. There was no smell in the room. Abby might have taken a bath and changed her clothes long ago. Her hair was still half wet, and she was pale and weak. She was dying on the bed.

I saw her ankle in plaster cast, and I asked in surprise, "did you hurt your foot?"

She replied feebly: "ligament strain, a toe bone is broken."