Your wife is pregnant again

There was such a big scandal at the Gold Cup Awards Ceremony, and it was obvious that everyone present knew who was going to win the award. When the award winner became the head of the scandal, a mocking laugh broke out from somewhere in the audience.

"What is the best supporting actress, in my opinion it is the best actress!"

"Hahahaha!"

Laughing loudly is a habit of people, used to watch the excitement and the jokes of the weak, regardless of whether it is right or wrong.

Zhou Feibai immediately stretched out his arms to support Mu Qianxue's seat, trying to shield her from a safe place.

"What about the organizer? Why is there such a false photo!"

His roar was drowned in people's ridicule, and the organizer fought back angrily behind the camera in the studio: "His grandma's, my own venue, am I willing to smash my own signboard? These stinky female cousins, all Even if you like to play with these bastards, can't you cover your own fig leaf?"

Mu Hanyue, who was sitting next to Mu Qianxue, was close to the water at the moment, and smiled quietly: "Sister, no one wants to believe you, what should I do?"

Yes, no one believed it. Even Zhou Feibai, who was protecting her, had uncertainties in his eyes. His help was only out of instinct, not belief.

Mu Qianxue looked a little dazed. She looked at the replayed photos on the screen one by one, trying to find the source in her memory, but there was nothing.

"These are fake."

Her voice is low.

Zhou Feibai hummed suspiciously: "What did you say?"

The corners of Mu Qianxue's lips curled into a faint arc. She shook her head and turned to look at Mu Hanyue. The latter's expression was full of complacency, and the conclusion was self-evident.

She gave up the idea of ​​asking, but that didn't mean the reporters at the scene gave up asking her.

For a while, even Zhou Feibai couldn't stop the crowd of reporters. He raised his eyebrows anxiously, and angrily scolded: "This matter is completely slanderous. If you take a step closer, I will let the lawyer sue you!"

The other artists have already avoided in fear of trouble, and the reporters made more noise because of this.

Of course, Zhou Feibai couldn't stop him alone, not to mention there were some radical reporters who soon started fighting, and Mu Qianxue was left alone because of this, and the only one who hadn't left was Mu Hanyue.

But what was strange was that none of the reporters in the audience touched her.

Across many obstacles, Mu Qianxue's gaze collided with Mu Hanyue's in the air, and a gunpowder battle broke out for no reason.

Pushing, forcing the microphone to the mouth, these actions are not like interviews, but more like swords in the hands of soldiers, forcing people to die.

Perhaps the latter is nothing more than the case.

Mu Qianxue never opened her mouth, she let herself be pushed, and the microphone roughened the flesh on her face. The bloody flesh could wake her up, but it also made the black shadow in the corner angry.

The black shadow lifted the crowd, grabbed the microphone through a reporter's shoulder, and hit the man's face with his backhand, his whole body was covered with murderous haze and cruelty: "Try to touch him again?"

Even if the actor Xie Chen retired from the circle, his face and voice would still be known to everyone, and everyone would know him.

The reporters suddenly seemed to smell the flies given by the fresh Ollie, and turned to Xie Chen and asked, "Thank God! You are an actor, but your wife has such a scandal, do you know about it? Will you get a divorce? May I ask you?" Is the previous child really yours?"

The sentences are sharp, and they are indeed asking questions that are courting death.

Xie Chen's eyes were gloomy and cold, and he swept down: "I remember your name."

The reporter trembled: "Are you threatening me?"

Xie Chen didn't return to him, grabbed Mu Qianxue's wrist with his backhand, protected her in his arms with one arm, and walked out.

Surrounded by reporters who are constantly chasing after her, she hears extremely disturbing questions, but behind her is a firm embrace, the familiar fragrance of his body, like a slow motion, she slowly raises her head, looking at his delicate and sharp jaw Lines, thin lips tightly pursed showed his restless heart, she smiled and lowered her eyes in relief.

The next second, the sudden explosion made her tremble all over, and she could feel the arms around her tightened a little, and the man's voice was low: "Don't be afraid, let's go."

At this moment, the reporters scattered for no reason. She turned her head and saw that the big screen that had just played the vcr was disintegrated, exploded, and black smoke was everywhere.

The screen was blown up, and Mu Qianxue subconsciously thought it was Xie Chen, but his face was so ugly that she didn't ask.

Sitting in his Rolls-Royce, the black glass blocked the interference from the outside world, and his hand was also removed from her waist, and an inexplicable sense of loss enveloped her whole body.

After hesitating for a few minutes, she explained: "I don't know when those photos were taken, I don't have the slightest impression."

She still hopes that he can believe and understand, and wants to prove her innocence, maybe people in love are so irrational.

Reason was never love either.

Xie Chen didn't respond, he took out a notebook and was busy frowning.

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty, and was about to say something more, but a cell phone rang broke the silence. She subconsciously thought it was hers, but when she looked around, she realized it was Xie Chen's.

Because of the dress she was wearing, her manager took care of her mobile phone after entering the venue.

I don't know who called, but Xie Chen showed impatience, but he still answered. From the beginning to the end, he only said two words: "No."

Seeing that he still didn't interrupt her until the phone was hung up, Mu Qianxue put her hand on his arm: "Listen to me first."

"Say what?" Xie Chen asked.

Mu Qianxue lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on his sleeve: "Just now I vaguely heard the content of your phone call, and I have no evidence to prove that those photos are fake."

Xie Chen put her hand away from his arm with a blank expression: "I have asked someone to check the authenticity of the photo, and I will return your innocence."

Looking at the empty palm, Mu Qianxue's eyes flashed with disappointment: "Then what if, those photos aren't fake?"

"Shut up!" Xie Chen was furious suddenly, his sharp eyes pierced Mu Qianxue's heart fiercely like a knife.

She smiled: "Why are you angry? Why are you angry? It's because even you believed it, didn't you? In your private heart, you believed that I had those experiences, so you didn't dare to face the reality. You were afraid that you would marry a A woman who is as good as she can be is a dirty woman in everyone's mouth, so you are so violent."

There was sparkle in her eyes: "If it's not fake, if I have had that kind of contact with them, those unbearable and ugly lepers, or even more, should you cut me to death? Or Pretend nothing happened and greet your glowing green hat with a smile."

Xie Chen couldn't bear it anymore and pinched her chin, and said in a deep and dark voice, "I told you to stop talking, can't you hear me?!"

The pain was as if the bones were about to break, and she used this to indulge the tears in her eyes. He relaxed a little, and seemed to feel that it hurt her, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Don't care about things."

She interrupted his magnanimity, and slowly revealed a touch of sarcasm: "You can bear it and I can't bear it. Instead of waiting for you to turn over old scores in the future and become angry like this moment, it's better to end it now, so as to save you and me from suffering!"

"What do you mean?" His lips and teeth were cold.

She raised her eyebrows, pushed away his hand on the chin, and said every word clearly: "I mean, divorce, I've had enough of you!"