The reporters put down their microphones one by one, sitting or standing. Everyone was quiet.

"Is it that I can only be sent to hell on the 18th floor?" Ganlu continued to say, slowly raised a pair of eyes full of water to look at the crowd, "is it not worth believing that you do something you miss? I like him. It has nothing to do with whether I deserve him or not. It has nothing to do with what I miss. I like him. That's all

Manna is helpless, even in the face of the camera are ignorant.

She just finished what she wanted to say sentence by sentence.

The hand holding the microphone is still stained with blood on the fingers.

In the silence, a reporter finally asked, "Miss Gan, I sympathize with your sad past, but the sad history does not mean that you can learn bad. You say you regret it. Isn't your tears really another show that makes everyone sympathetic?"

“……”

The reporter's words fell, and everyone looked at him with accusations.

"Now I just want to learn, I want to correct, I want to... Bring happiness to the people I like, not others." After all, Ganlu is still young and can't face the camera freely. Her eyes droop and her fingers grip the microphone more tightly. "If you insist that this is a show, can I ask you to throw all the arrows of blame on me? Because it's a mistake I've made, and it shouldn't be imposed on the Li family. "

"You are cleaning up for the Li family, and the Li family has given you a lot of financial support?" The reporter asked again sharply.

"Yes, the Li family gave me a lot of money. If you want to see it, I can show you the account book!"

Ganlu couldn't stand such a question. The whole people were in tears, but they almost burst into flames. "From small to large, I remember clearly every financial aid given to me by the Li family, how much, when and for what purpose. They never paid me for hype! "

Manna said very excited, has been unable to maintain the so-called lady image.

“……”

A longer silence.

The reporter didn't ask any more questions. Everyone was quiet.

But Ganlu doesn't know what to say. She has already said what to say. It's in vain for her to say anything more. People who don't believe her will still not believe it

The female PR Manager suddenly stepped up and said to the microphone, "Dear media, we also have some videos for you to watch."

Finish saying, female manager then pull down sweet dew.

Ganlu looked at her blankly, and the female manager said in her ear, "Miss Gan, you have done a good job. The public opinion on the Internet has not been so fierce since you appeared."

“……”

What did she do?

Ganlu is still at a loss. She has forgotten what she said. She is just eager to take Li Ziting off the stage.

Ganlu turns her eyes and looks in the direction of liziting's station. Her figure has disappeared.

Heart, suddenly flustered up.

"Where is Li Ziting?" Ganlu asked nervously.

"Miss Gan, watch the video." The woman manager pointed to the big screen behind the stage.

Her teacher Professor Zhu's face appears on the screen. The background is still in the office. Professor Zhu's face is a little heavy. He says to the camera, "I'm Ganlu's teacher. My surname is Zhu. If I hadn't just heard Ganlu's admission, I can't believe she was a bad girl. In my eyes, she got into k university with her excellent score. She is a gifted student who is willing to work hard and strive for a good job. "

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Digression: on the 33rd, I will continue to accompany you for the Chinese New Year.