Chapter 37

I only heard Rong Yan say in a light voice, "the reason why gossip is called gossip is because its authenticity is not high. I don't think it's necessary to answer your questions. Facts are better than eloquence. I believe the rumor will be broken by itself."

The words fell, and rongshao did not shy away from kissing Jiao in front of everyone His wife's smooth and full forehead immediately attracted waves of commotion from reporters.

The tranquil and thick eyelashes tremble, like a frightened butterfly. The handsome man and the beautiful woman are like a fixed magnificent picture, which is so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

When everyone reacted, Rong Shao had already taken Jiao His wife left and disappeared without a trace.

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"Rongyan, you're crazy!"

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Luo Anning was thrown on the wall by Rongyan. His bones hit the hard wall and made a creaking sound.

The indifference and elegance in front of the reporter no longer existed. Rong Shao impatiently took off his suit coat and threw it aside. He pulled off his tie and hung it loosely around his neck. He slowly approached her, curbed her throat with one hand, and said with red eyes: "I'm crazy, driven crazy by you!"

Luo Anning grabbed his palm with both hands, broke it off and said angrily, "don't you mean to have a good talk? What are you doing now? Violence can't solve the problem, it will only make the contradiction bigger and bigger. Do I have to teach you this truth, Rong Shao?"

Rong Shaofeng's eyes narrowed slightly and stared at her urgently for a moment. Her sharp eyes looked straight into the bottom of her eyes. Finally, she loosened her and shouted at sister-in-law Li who was worried: "go and get the newspaper this morning."

Sister-in-law Li said that she hurriedly went to get the newspaper this morning. Rong Yan took over the newspaper and threw it on Luo Anning's face. "Have a good look yourself. What good have you done?"

When Luo Anning was about to throw the newspaper on her face, she quickly caught it and glanced at it. Mo qiange hugged her, smiled and leaned close to her ear. The photo of shallow language occupied a huge page.

The title is even more imaginative. [grandma Rong is not willing to be left out by Rong Shao. She has a tryst with a mysterious man at night. Her intimate behavior shows a spot of relationship. The red light of rich family marriage is on, and there is fear of marriage change!]

In the front page photo, the background is blurred, and only her and Mo qiange are particularly clear.

Looking at both of them, she could conclude that they were the clothes she wore on the day she left home.

In other words, the photos were taken by the people who left home, and they were also sent to the newspaper to let the newspaper publish this ridiculous news!

"Why, there's nothing to say?" Rong Shaoduan sat on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingertips. The red stars were dotted. The thin smoke curled up at his fingertips.

"The photo is true, but my relationship with shallow song is not what the report said." Falling tranquility met his eyes and confessed without evasion.

Mo qiange, like Lu silent, occupies the same weight in her heart. His existence is like Lu silent and her. He is a friend, a close friend and even a best friend.

With Lu silent and Mo qiange, she has never had a secret. The three really intersect.

"Luo Anning, do you need me to remind you what you are now?" Rong Shaofeng's eyes narrowed slightly, took a deep breath of smoke, stretched out her long arm, pulled her in front of her, and the thick smoke vomited on her face.

Luo Anning was not on guard for a moment. He coughed and pushed away rongshao to step back.