Sweet Wife, be Good!

As everyone knows, Woody’s worries are superfluous. Su Mi has not always been so ugly and fat, so she has already experienced the first blow, fearless of any wind and waves, and has done a good job of psychological construction to meet the baptism of any storm.

Sister Cao walked towards him, and when she saw Su Mi, she couldn't help sighing.

Su Mi said softly: "Sorry, Sister Cao, I messed up. I really didn't expect Wei Yuxin to do such a thing during the live broadcast. I was negligent to take precautions."

"Don't blame you. In front of so many shots and audiences, where did you have the mind to guard against her? What's more, there were so many people who had been challenging you at the time. It is already very good that you can do what you are now." Sister Cao was very fair. Said objectively.

However, this matter really went beyond Cao's expectations. For the follow-up propaganda and the creation of Su Mi, it suddenly became a thorny issue.

Sister Cao said: "You go back and rest first, I'll think about it."

"Sister Cao, since the incident has happened, I think I will face the public with my current appearance." Su Mi said, "Anyway, the way I am now is what I really am. Now even if I keep on public relations, I can't change it. This fact. Be calm, maybe the effect can be better."

Sister Cao thought for a while: "You can only do this now. But you have to be mentally prepared..."

She didn't say the rest of her words. The psychological preparation that Su Mi needs to do is the insults from the outside world and the unusually harsh aesthetic vision for the audience.

Leaving the TV station, Su Mi walked out slowly.

The originally good situation was suddenly beaten into the candidate area by a sudden accident.

It is false to say that she is not sad, but she has already learned to be calm in the face of adversity, so that she can be a little calm.

After walking out, it was already time for thousands of lights, neon gleaming the bustling city.

"Su Mi." A clear voice spoke behind Su Mi.

Su Mi immediately turned her head and saw Chu Zhuohang, who was leaning on the car door. He was long and jade with handsome eyebrows. At this moment, the light was faintly shining on him, coating him with a gentle haze.

Su Mi's heart jumped up unconsciously at that second, suddenly a little chaotic.

She pressed the position of her chest, cleaned up the messy place again.

"Master, why are you here?" Su Mi ran over happily.

"By the way, come and see you." Chu Zhuohang has actually been here for a while, and has been waiting here until her figure appears.

Seeing her smiling face, she didn't seem to be bothered by tonight's events.

In her eyebrows, like her sweet song, there was pure peace of mindlessness, like a flowing stream.

Su Mi walked to Chu Zhuohang's side and smiled: "Thank you."

She approached, and Chu Zhuohang saw that, in fact, there was a deep pain in her eyes.

Chu Zhuohang was also stabbed by this pain, stretched out her hand and said, "I will go for a ride with you and forget the unhappy things."

"Aren't you busy?" Su Mi asked with a smile.

"Get in the car." Chu Zhuohang reached out to her and held her.

Her fingers are soft, ten slender, and different from her figure.

Feeling grasped by his dry and warm hands, Su Mi's heart beat faster again.