Mrs. Lu picked it up

[The injury is so minor that it can be ignored, and blood was indeed lost, but it was not as serious as the media reported. I don’t want people with malicious intentions to succeed. It was my self-injury behavior by breaking the wine bottle in order to regain my sanity, and Mrs. Lu irrelevant.I hope fans will not be led to wantonly harass Mrs. Lu who is also a victim.In addition, I have no intention of occupying public resources, sorry for the inconvenience caused to Mrs. Lu, and look forward to future cooperation with Mrs. Lu. ]
The accompanying picture is a picture of An Jie wearing a hospital gown and comparing a scissors hand to the camera.

With An Jie around, Song Li was completely out of the public opinion.

With his guidance, An Jie's fans began to pay attention to Song Li. Why hasn't she appeared and responded to this matter yet?
An Jie replied: [I heard from the nurse at the hospital that Mrs. Lu is still in a coma. ]
Nan Huai and Yunmeng looked at each other. This public relations method is obviously extremely professional.

The influence of the speaker is progressive from the lowest to the highest, and he keeps speaking out when the scolding is high. On the one hand, it arouses the guilt of fans, on the other hand, it minimizes the damage, and finally helps Song Li to sell a wave of misery.

Not only did it not damage Song Li's reputation, but it also brought a wave of rhythm and helped Song Li be brought into the public eye.

"You didn't arrange An Jie either?"

Nan Huai arranged a fart, he has been helping Song Li to investigate the child's miscarriage tonight, and just found out some clues, he was so busy that he forgot that today is the opening banquet of "The Wind Last Night".

From Nan Huai's ugly expression, Yunmeng knew the truth of the matter.

very pitiful.

Compared with Lu Jingchuan, Nanhuai is still a little tender. With him like this, he doesn't even know that all the people in RL will be hollowed out in the future.

……

Song Li woke up with a start. She sat up from the bed suddenly, her waist was stopped by a pair of iron arms.

She screamed and almost fell off the bed, and was hugged into her arms forcefully, Lu Jingchuan's voice suppressed her anger: "What are you doing?"

There were tears in Song Li's eyes, and when she looked back, she saw Lu Jingchuan, the tears were glistening, but they did not fall.

"Achuan?"

She was in doubt, and the image of being locked in a box and An Jie leaning forward was repeated in her mind.

No one knew, at that moment, Song Li's heart fluctuated.

The person who did it didn't want to make it easy for her at all. If something really happened that shouldn't happen and she came out of the box, she would be notorious and notorious.

No one knew, she wished she could bump her head to death in the box, how could this be her life?
Even if this is her fate, she cannot easily accept her fate.

She dropped the wine bottle and stabbed An Jie's body, which was covered in blood.

Much like that rainy night.

Song Li didn't dare to faint, she relied on her will to hold on.

She licked the corners of her lips, her heart was full of fear, she didn't dare to look at her phone, and asked Lu Jingchuan cautiously: "Yes... Is there a reporter or the police here?"

Lu Jingchuan got up suddenly, stretched out his hand to pinch Song Li's chin, "I'm afraid now, doesn't Mrs. Lu think it's too late?"

Song Li was silent, she thought that after going through so much, she was brave enough, but at this moment, Song Li still didn't have enough courage to face the truth.

Lu Jingchuan rubbed the corners of her lips, the girl's pale lips were colored by his actions, and looked a little angry again, so that she would not be so weak that she might die in the wind at any time.

Lu Jingchuan's movements gradually became lighter. With a calm face, he asked her in a cold voice, "Is the entertainment industry fun?"

Song Li's eye circles suddenly turned red, she sat on the bed helplessly, staring at Lu Jingchuan with a pair of apricot eyes, pitifully making one's heart soften.

"I can cooperate with the police's investigation, and I won't cause trouble to Mrs. Lu... If not, you can bring the divorce agreement. I will sign it, and Mrs. Lu will be cleaned up."

Lu Jingchuan let go, and he was half lying on the bed, his eyes stained with a little laziness.

"Song Li, as far as I know, after signing the agreement, you have continued to investigate the matter of Maze Lane, right? This matter is enough for you to leave the house without leaving the house."

Song Li's heart sank.

Lu Jingchuan added: "For the sake of husband and wife, I don't need you to pay ten times the liquidated damages, but before the divorce, should you get back the principal?"

"I don't want to waste a dime on a woman other than my wife."

Song Li closed her eyes: "I can give you an IOU..."

"Not everyone who owes money will pay it back. If they don't, they will just stay in Mrs. Lu's place."

Lu Jingchuan snorted coldly.

Song Li said again: "But if you stay with me, I'm afraid you won't lose 200 million yuan... You should have seen that I stabbed An Jie with a wine bottle. He is also one of the victims. I will be held legally responsible, right?"

"Back the circle, I will help you solve the problem."

Lu Jingchuan was persuasive and gave a solution.

"What I do myself, I will solve myself."

Even if she dies, she will never let the people behind the scenes go unpunished.

"Women who have no strength and like to talk big are the most unlovable." Lu Jingchuan said contemptuously.

Song Li's heart stabbed, she didn't understand, why did she realize that she was nothing in Lu Jingchuan's heart until now?

It's obvious what he's shown.

Song Li lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

With a flash in front of her eyes, her center of gravity lost control, she fell into Lu Jingchuan's arms, her body was smudged with his breath.

Song Li raised her eyes and met the man's dark eyes: "A Li, remember, it was An Jie who hurt herself in the box."

"what?"

Lu Jingchuan repeated every word.

This is ridiculous, Song Li shook her head: "I can't say that, how could he agree."

"I said yes." Lu Jingchuan said loudly, "In order to regain his sanity, he did self-injury. This is a decent image, and An Jie has already declared it to the outside world."

"It's Nanhuai..."

An Jie is an artist of RL, after Song Li knew about it, she subconsciously opened her mouth.

The gentleness on Lu Jingchuan's body disappeared, and it was as cold as a millennium black iron.

"To disappoint Mrs. Lu, all the public relations plans this time were made by Lu's public relations team."

"By the way, since Mrs. Lu mentioned Nanhuai, I should ask him to pay a public relations fee."

Song Li: "..."

She took out her phone and ate a piece of melon on the Internet.

His heart was hot and warm, and Lu Jingchuan probably felt annoyed even just looking at this kind of thing.

He is still willing to help her deal with it, does it mean...

In this year's marriage, her position in his heart is still very important.

Even though it was really worthless to think like this, Song Li still couldn't control herself.

She looked at Lu Jingchuan, "Thank you..."

"If you really want to thank me, you should quit the entertainment industry." Lu Jingchuan said lightly, "I said, you are not suitable for the entertainment industry."

"I fit!"

"Where is it suitable?" Lu Jingchuan raised his hand, brushed away the broken hair on her forehead, and looked into her eyes: "First, Mrs. Lu has no defense against strangers. Her wine is tampered with. not found."

"Secondly, Mrs. Lu attended the opening banquet alone, without a manager, without an assistant, not even the bodyguard I assigned you."

"Third, after the incident, apart from breaking a wine bottle, what emergency self-protection measures does Mrs. Lu have?"

Lu Jingchuan said in a serious tone: "You should be glad that An Jie was injured by you and returned to sanity, otherwise you don't know how you died tonight!"