Yuye's wife always wants to go back to her parents' home

Yu Yuanbai's cold and dark eagle eyes glanced at her with a slight upward arc. "Then who do you think it is?"

Ling Si, who had been huddled aside like a quail, immediately straightened his clothes and came over like a proud puppy. "It's getting late, and the auction is about to start. How about we go in first?"

Shen Wu Yue glanced at Ling Si, giving him face, and threw away the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands. He turned around and prepared to enter Wanbao Tower.

Yu Yuanbai's eyes only lingered on the trash can at the door for a moment before he followed.

From the moment Rong Zhi saw his young mistress beating someone, he became as quiet as a chicken.

He vaguely remembered the live variety show video about the young lady that he had watched cramming a few days ago, the woman who made the terrorist cry and beg the police for help - it was indeed extraordinary.

He was just about ready to summon the Yu family's legal team.

Sure enough, this is not some young lady, this is clearly Master Yu's little ancestor. The eldest daughter of the Shangguan family in the imperial capital was beaten up without any discussion. Is this going to step on the four major families in the imperial capital right from the start?

Ahem...suddenly I remembered that the first person this guy stepped on seemed to be his own Master Yu.

He felt a little suffocated for a moment. After changing his way of thinking, he felt that even if this little ancestor stepped on the four great families, it didn't seem to be a big deal. There is really no harm without comparison.

This mentality instantly became calm.

But at this moment, a beige figure suddenly rushed over from the side, with messy long hair, looking as disheveled as a madman.

The figure rushed to Kanwuzuki and knelt down immediately.

This immediately made the crowd of onlookers stop in their tracks: Damn, there are so many melons, we can’t finish them, we can’t finish them at all!

Just after beating the eldest daughter of the Shangguan family, the mysterious and low-key Yu Ye in the Beijing circle came up to hand over a handkerchief, but was thrown away by this guy. I thought the melon was over here.

Who knew that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway through.

"This is... Miss Song Jinyan of the Song family?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice. Then, as if realizing something, he quickly covered his mouth.

Song Jinyan no longer had the pride of a rich family's daughter. She was thin, her face was haggard, and she looked sickly pale. "Miss Yue, I was wrong. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so uneducated and shouldn't have cursed people. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have slandered you. I beg you to let the Song family go. I know I was wrong. I will change and I will never do it again. Please!"

Everyone watched her banging her head. Some people looked unbearable.

"Miss Yue, please forgive her when you can. Look how pitiful she is."

Once the first person speaks up, a group of people will come out to act as peacemakers.

"Yeah, yeah, everyone has their moments of impulse. We are all young people, and it'll be fine once the misunderstanding is resolved. It's no big deal."

"She begged you so much. It would be too much if you didn't forgive her."

Shen Wuyue lowered his eyes and glanced at his phone. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Jinyan. Then he looked at the stone lions in front of Wanbao Tower. He was silent.

Ling Si was close to her and saw the live broadcast room flashing on her mobile phone screen at a glance. It was clearly the entrance of Wanbao Tower.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise: Are you playing so extravagantly?

Yu Yuanbai frowned, his face turned cold, and was about to go over, but was stopped by Rong Zhi inadvertently. He glanced at Rong Zhi and said: You'd better have a good reason to keep yourself alive.

Rong Zhi suddenly felt a chill on his neck. He quickly took out his phone and opened Xiao Rao's live broadcast room to show his boss, "This is the live broadcast room of the madam's personal maid."

He whispered quietly, "Young Madam won't be so bored, she may have other things to do. You came out with a king bomb and ended it directly. How can Young Madam have fun?"

Yu Yuan's white eyes looked at this guy deeply. When did even his wife's close friends have a live broadcast room on WeChat and Weibo? He doesn't even have his wife's WeChat yet!

Pursing her lips, her voice was icy but revealed a hint of satisfaction, "Go back..."

"Salary increase?" Rong Zhi opened his eyes wide with excitement.

Yu Yuanbai glanced at him and said, "What are you thinking about? I'll give you a chicken drumstick when I get back!"

A salary increase? Forget it! His money is for his wife. A salary increase? There will never be a salary increase in this life!

While the two were whispering, a bunch of reporters with cameras and guns suddenly appeared from nowhere. They came up and fired at Kannazuki's face, "Excuse me, Ms. Kannazuki, what do you think about the Bermuda shipwreck?"

"Ms. Kannazuki, how do you explain the online rumors that you used your power to force the daughter of a wealthy family to kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistakes?"

"Ms. Kannazuki, it has been more than a month since the Bermuda shipwreck. Why have you never responded to this incident? More than a billion people across the country are waiting for the truth. Don't you think you should do something?"

The crowd was noisy. They were all targeting her and Bermuda. It seemed that someone was behind this. There were always people who wanted to harm me! She was getting impatient.

Song Jinyan, however, was still kneeling at her feet, feeling wronged and pitiful, with no intention of leaving the camera.

"Ms. Kannazuki, why don't you speak? Why don't you answer the reporter's questions directly? Are you feeling guilty? Are you trying to hide some truth that cannot be spoken openly?!"

Shen Wuyue smiled, she put away her phone and raised her head slightly. Her eyes were teasing with a subtle and strange coldness. "I'm waiting for you to finish talking. My mouth can't beat dozens of your mouths."

"So are you going to respond directly now?"

Kanwuzuki glanced at the man who was questioning her, a young man with only handsome looks, and a hint of innocence in his eyes that had not been beaten by society.

Well……

A cannon fodder who was pushed out.

"I'll talk after you're quiet." She said in a light tone and not a loud voice.

But his calm and unhurried aura gradually made the surroundings quiet down.

All the reporters felt inexplicably frightened and fell silent.

Kannazuki took the microphone from the reporter closest to her. Her cold and lazy voice was aloof and noble. She looked around at everyone for a moment and said, "Regarding the Bermuda shipwreck, I have remained silent only because the official statement has not been issued yet and it is not convenient to speak. But I am stuck here today. Everyone wants to find an answer, so I will just say a few words."

She glanced at the group of reporters casually, and curled her lips, "First of all, as a survivor, I am grateful to fate and to the unremitting efforts of the patrol soldiers.

Secondly, as a passenger on a cruise ship, I am neither at the helm nor a member of the cruise company's management. I am certainly not a ship inspector. I don't know what explanation I should give to the public. I don't know where those distorted views and questions about me come from. Any normal person with normal thinking logic and values ​​would not ask me, a survivor who has survived a disaster, to give an account and explanation to the public.

Finally, everything is subject to the official statement. My statement only represents my personal attitude towards this maritime accident. I feel heartbroken and sorry for my fellow compatriots who were lost on the same ship. I sincerely thank God for my life. "

After she finished speaking, she looked directly at the camera and smiled brightly. "Finally, I want to warn the person behind the camera. No matter why you want to guide public opinion to attack a lucky survivor, I firmly believe that the Empire will protect every one of its citizens, including me."

She tilted her head and lowered her eyes, quietly looking at the person kneeling at her feet with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. After a moment, she sneered and looked at the camera again, "You are sympathizing with the downfall of a rich daughter, and pitying her while she kneels here begging for mercy.

Why not consider sympathizing with the consumers who suffer from leukemia due to the poor quality of their products?

By the way, take a look at how much the money they evaded from taxes can change the fate of children in poor mountainous areas across the country, and then use your surplus sympathy to show off your generosity! "

After saying that, she threw the microphone back to the reporter.

Amidst everyone's astonishment, he turned and walked into the Wanbao Tower.

"Kannazuki! Go to hell!"