Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Seeing Shen Zhichu walking over alone, all the reporters who were hesitant just rushed forward, holding up their microphones and asking all kinds of tricky questions.

Shen Zhichu's thin body was caught in the crowd, she felt her body was constantly being pushed, crowded, pulled, her sick and feverish brain was inflexible, facing the sharp eyes and questions of these people, she had the illusion of being eaten alive .

In the chaos, there was only a sound of "Boom!" Someone's camera hit Shen Zhichu's forehead, the sharp edge grazed the flesh, and a small opening was made.

The bright red blood flowed down the forehead into the eyes, and the eyes were full of blood red. Because of the glare, Shen Zhichu had to close her eyes, and she opened them only after she got used to the stimulation of her eyes.

The reporters in front of her didn't seem to see her injury, and they kept moving forward. One of the reporters held up the microphone and asked something irrelevant: "Miss Shen, I heard that Mr. Li had a fiancée four years ago. , is it true that your insertion separated them?"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, there was an uproar in the surrounding area. Shen Zhichu and Li Jingshen had never seen each other in the same mirror in the four years since their marriage. Everyone was guessing that the relationship between the two was due to their marriage, but they didn't expect that there was such a big surprise in it. .

Shen Zhichu is actually a mistress?Xiaosan is the existence of "unfortunate death".

Shen Zhichu stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on his forehead, and smiled brightly at the cameras with his small face as thin as a palm. The smile rising from the corner of his mouth extended to his eyes, which were really cold and a bit ferocious.

All of Shen Zhichu's small actions will become infinitely bigger in front of the reporters. If he doesn't speak, it means acquiescing. When he smiles, he is ridiculing and disrespecting others. It is a typical shameless.

Just when they were going to continue to question, Shen Zhichu suddenly stood in an open space and knelt down on her knees. She still kept her back straight, as if nothing could crush her.

The reporters were stunned, and then erupted in excitement. Shen Zhichu, the big sister of the Shen family, actually knelt down in front of the camera!

As a result, all kinds of popular titles emerge one after another on the major platforms and networks.

——Shen Zhichu knelt down and tried to save her husband, and apologized to his original partner.

——Shen Zhichu knelt down in repentance for the "murderer" father.

——Miss Shen is actually a mistress?Kneel down in the street begging for forgiveness.

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The cameras all focused on her, taking pictures of her kneeling down.

"Miss Shen, now that the Shen family is facing bankruptcy, will Mr. Li divorce you?" The reporter asked another sharp question.

The flashlight focused on Shen Zhichu's face, trying to capture her subtle expressions, but after focusing on it for a long time, Shen Zhichu remained expressionless.

There was a lot of voices around, Shen Zhichu's eyes were empty, and a sense of loneliness came from all directions, as if to swallow her up.

The dark clouds above the head were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were about to collapse at any time, after a few muffled thunders, storms rose up everywhere, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the tip of Shen Zhichu's nose, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

When the cameraman saw that it was raining, he immediately took the machine back, and the reporters also left one after another to find a place to shelter from the rain. Only Shen Zhichu was still kneeling on the spot.

The heavy rain drenched her face, and the clothes on her body were wet and clinging to her body. It was very cold, as if it had penetrated the skin and entered the bone marrow, and even her soul was trembling.

Li Jingshen stood not far behind her, watching her kneeling like a puppet in the rain. When Zhao Qian came with bodyguards, the crowd had already dispersed.

The bodyguards surrounded Shen Zhichu in a circle to prevent the onlookers from approaching.

Zhao Qian didn't know the truth, so he clicked his tongue, stood beside Li Jingshen and asked, "Why is Miss Shen kneeling? How long has she been kneeling?"

"Not much, half an hour."

Zhao Qian glanced over, it seemed that Li Jingshen asked him to kneel, and he didn't know why he knelt down.

Li Jingshen said that kneeling for half an hour would be half an hour, and even a second less would do. Zhao Qian looked at the woman in the middle of the road and suddenly felt very pitiful.

The family of the deceased didn't know how they knew that Shen Zhichu was kneeling here, and a group of people ran over regardless of the heavy rain, and threw the garbage they had prepared for a long time at her.

A green soda can directly hit the wound on Shen Zhichu's forehead, and the yellowish liquid flowed down her bloody face.

After the air froze for a few seconds, a woman's voice came sharply from the crowd.

"Shen Zhichu, your father is damned! You are not a good guy! Your family is all locusts! Scum!"

"Yeah, my father got into trouble and disappeared for four days to have sex with a man."

"The Shen family doesn't have a single good thing. Shen Changnan's death is also for the sake of the people. It has harmed so many families."

"Smash it! Anyway, no one cares, throwing it at her face will make her shameless!"

"..."

All of a sudden, the atmosphere around him boiled up, no matter what he was holding in his hand, he threw it in Shen Zhichu's direction, and the bodyguards standing in front of Shen Zhichu were hit, frowning and not daring to move.

At this time, Shen Zhichu was like a street mouse, everyone was yelling and beating her, and the dignity on her shoulders was being shattered bit by bit.

The surroundings were in chaos, Shen Zhichu's emaciated body swayed from side to side, it hurt so bad...Headache, stomach pain, stomach pain, knee pain... There is no part of the body that is not uncomfortable.

Shen Zhichu's eyes were still empty, her purple-colored lips were tightly pressed, she sniffed, a breath of cold air entered her chest, her straight back gradually bent uncontrollably...

Li Jingshen frowned, his deep eyes were as black as two drops of ink, no one could understand his thoughts, Zhao Qian who was beside him asked cautiously: "President Li, do you need to go up and help?"

The rain was really heavy, the ground that was just flat was now full of puddles, the raindrops fell, splashing a ripple, Zhao Qian looked at Shen Zhichu who was kneeling on the ground and felt cold all over his body.

Li Jingshen pursed his thin lips and did not make a sound. Looking over, he felt that Shen Zhichu seemed to be crying. He had always dismissed her tears, but for some reason today, his mood was like the rain in the sky.

Li Jingshen glanced at his watch, half an hour was up, no more, no less, he stretched out his hand: "Give me the umbrella."

Zhao Qian froze for a moment and quickly opened the umbrella in his hand and handed it over.

Li Jingshen held an umbrella and walked slowly into the rain. The pebble-sized rain fell on the umbrella with a rattling sound, and his innate temperament attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

He stood in front of Shen Zhichu and held up an umbrella to shield her from the rain. At this moment, Shen Zhichu only reacted slightly. She raised her head and stared at Li Jingshen intently, as if she was looking at another person through him.

The two just looked at each other, one standing and the other kneeling, she was as humble as mud, and Li Jingshen was superior.

The rainwater dripped into the eyes and stirred, and then it became scorching hot. Shen Zhichu asked hoarsely with a trembling voice, "Is the time up?"

"Here, you can get up."

Shen Zhichu didn't move, it wasn't because she didn't want to get up, but because she couldn't get up, she was already weak, and she knelt in the heavy rain for half an hour after being imprisoned for four days, and she didn't even know how she persisted.

The cold air invaded her knees, as if she was kneeling on a needle board, stuck between the bones, she couldn't help coughing, and almost coughed up the blood lightly.

"Li Jingshen, how many years have we known each other?"

Li Jingshen wondered whether Shen Zhichu had froze his brain, why he asked this question suddenly, but he still answered: "Six years."

Shen Zhichu shook his head, and said inexplicably, "It's not six years, it's 16 years."

In the warm spring that year, she didn't think about anything, she just wanted to remember him and love him, and she thought about it for 16 years.

Whether it was meeting six years ago or forcing him to get married four years ago, it was all planned by her for ten years.

It's just that she had planned the beginning, but she didn't expect the end. Six years ago, she probably never dreamed that Li Jingshen could be so cruel to her.