Lucky to Have You Till the End

Just when Tang Xinyan was about to tell the whole truth, the phone she put in her pocket vibrated.

She took out her phone and clicked on a photo.

Mother lay on the ground, dying.

Tang Xinyan's heart suddenly throbbed.

If Tang Yurou retaliated against her for telling the truth and refused to hand over her mother, if her mother could not take medicine for a long time, she would be separated from her.

Tang Xinyan glanced at Tang Yurou with red eyes. Tang Yurou held her forehead with her hand to block the reporter's sight, and cast a stern look at her.

Tang Xinyan knew that Tang Yurou was ruthless, but she didn't expect her to be so ruthless.

Even if she has no blood relationship with her mother, she has lived in the Tang family for so many years!

Tang Xinyan closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling constantly, her trimmed nails were deeply embedded in her palms, and blood flowed out of her fingers.

"Tang Xinyan, have you ever intervened in Yu and Fu Shao's feelings and acted as the third party among them?"

"Excuse me, is that recording made by you deliberately to frame Yurou?"

"Excuse me, why did you push Ms. He Meijuan downstairs. If you do such a damaging thing, you are not afraid of retribution?"

"Someone has revealed that your private life is chaotic. If you see someone who loves you, are you just like that in your bones or are you forced by life?"

"..."

The reporter's question became more and more acute, and there was no bottom line. Some reporters even smashed the microphone into her face.

Tang Xinyan thought of the photo of her mother lying on the ground dying, she opened her bloodless lips, "I..."

...

Ye Ran, who was waiting in the lobby of Huanhai Hotel, looked at the scene of the press conference on the big screen.

She still admired Tang Xinyan. Under the reporter's various sharp and bottomless questions, she was able to maintain her apparent calmness without retreating stage fright.

But thinking that she would take all the dirty water on her head next, Ye Ran didn't know whether she should be happy or sympathetic.

"Quickly, BOSS is coming."

There was a loud noise, and Ye Ran turned her head back.

I saw a few men in suits and hotel employees rushing towards the door, and they were quickly arranged on both sides of the door in an orderly manner.

Ye Ran had never seen such a big show before. She got up from the sofa and looked at the door curiously.

I saw three black limousines parked at the door of the hotel. From her sight, only the door of the middle car could be seen open.

A pair of long legs fell to the ground, and the man in a tailored black suit got out of the car while buttoning his coat.

The handsome face is indifferent and warm, with a cold aura that no one can get near.

Ye Ran was stunned.

Isn't he, his husband Mo Chiwei, who married his second marriage?

Hearing Xinyan said, the two have completely broken off. He has gone abroad and will not come back temporarily.

But, how could he come here?

Is it for your heart?

After he got out of the car, a few people got off the other two cars, followed him and entered the hotel.

The hotel staff all bend down, without squinting, he strode inside.

Ye Ran looked at the look, figure, and temperament of Mo Chi, who was like a nobleman who came out of a medieval castle. She couldn't look away for a while.

...

Tang Xinyan was about to speak when the door of the press conference was suddenly pushed open.

Jian Cheng walked in with a few people.

Tang Xinyan was shocked and surprised.

Seeing Jian Cheng, Tang Xinyan subconsciously looked for Mo Chiwei's figure, but did not see her in the crowd.

A few seconds later, she felt a scorching gaze fixed on her. She looked around and found that there was a person standing in an inconspicuous place on the second floor.

The figure is cold and straight.