Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Chopsticks said Yuzhou is a well-known local media in Yuzhou, but after careful inspection, it can be found that it is not a media account affiliated with the State-owned Assets Daily, but belongs to a company called Fengguang Culture.

This Fengguang Culture was founded by Liu Tanzhi. It not only has chopsticks called Yuzhou, but also large and small media accounts such as Langtao Xiaosha and Epiphyllum Book. Every account of this company claims to be the mainstream supported by the government. media, but their names are not found on government websites at all.

Of course, no one would be free to check the qualifications of these small media, but the strange thing is that they have been under the official banner for five or six years, but they have not been ordered to rectify.

Searching the news posted by these accounts on the Internet, you will find that they are closely related to Li Qingli and Gu Nong's dozens of crimes.

Even the news that "Li Qingli lives in a luxury house and drives a luxury car when he goes in and out" was first released by Langtao Xiaosha.

The mansion in the picture is just a corner of the house, and even the whole picture cannot be seen clearly. The so-called luxury car is an exhibit in an automobile museum near the Hongsuo Research Institute.

That car wasn't even a new car in recent years, but a model produced by a world-renowned car brand 100 years ago.

Because it is very representative, it is placed in the most prominent position of the museum. It is from this car that the car brand became popular all over the world and became a symbol of status.

Li Qingli liked it very much when he visited, so he stood by the car and took a photo, and the sign behind him was clearly written with the words "not for sale".

But anyone who has visited the car museum or knows about the car brand knows that it is impossible for Li Qingli to own this car.

But the power of rumors is immeasurable, and in fact, no one cares about the authenticity of the accompanying pictures. Since Li Qingli and Gu Nong committed suicide in fear of crime, all leftovers were prepared to kill them in a dignified way.

[Li Qingli suspects academic misconduct, the honorary scientist's personality collapses]

[Li Qingli's private life is complicated, who is this woman? 】

[People in the know exploded that if you do research under Gu Nong's door, you won't be able to graduate normally if you don't pay for it]

[Lijia Medical Company was blasted for its poor quality, and was returned by hospitals in large numbers]

[Li Qingli's new drug Lu Yinxu's first-phase experiment was urgently stopped by the relevant department due to unknown reasons]

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There are some rumors that even Li Rong has never seen.

Not all news comes from the company Fengguang Culture, but it plays a role in promoting the fermentation of rumors.

Every news account under this company has a so-called official endorsement, and the account has been cultivated for many years and has a large audience. On the contrary, Chopsticks Yuzhou has a relatively small influence, but even the interviews of this company can be taken Go to the cafeteria in A to play.

Jian Fu went through all the news, gasped, and couldn't even remember to eat hot pot.

He looked at his phone, then at Li Rong's expressionless face, and couldn't help but sigh: "The attack is ruthless enough, is this a premeditated plan or just to spread the word?"

When a public event is fermented, there will always be countless media outlets who are eager to hear the news, biting at it like a vicious dog, with a ferocious face, drooling, and will not hesitate to fabricate lies, sow emotions, earn a lot of money from the anger of the crowd, and then withdraw And retreat, waiting for the next opportunity.

This is not the first time they have seen such a grand event, and certainly it will not be the last time.

Li Rong lowered his head and flipped through the photos on his phone, his eyes were drooping, his lips were tight, and he didn't speak.

The waiter came to refill the bone broth seven or eight times, the pot was steaming upwards, and the cooking was in full swing, but the fat beef rolls and tofu cubes in his bowl had been cold for a long time.

Cen Xiao calmly said: "If only the investor is an ordinary employee of University A, then there is a high probability that they are trying to generate traffic for hype."

After all, an employee basically does not form any competitive relationship with Li Qingli and Gu Nong, and there is no grievance or enmity. They are doing something ignorant of conscience for the sake of profit.

But knowing that her husband is Li Qingli's colleague, this matter is very delicate.

Jian Fu swallowed hard, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable after witnessing the whole incident, frowned and asked, "Is this Li Baishou famous? I've never heard of it. Let’s make things worse.”

There are a few rumors in it, he saw it casually at the time, and believed it.

If he hadn't found the source of the news, saw the photos of luxury houses and cars, and he happened to have visited that museum, he wouldn't have realized how outrageous the news was, and went to see other rumors, and they would all have arisen question.

But during the period when the incident broke out, it was too difficult to immediately discern the truth. The [-] tickets to the Automobile Museum alone prevented many ordinary citizens from visiting and still remembering this car. There are even fewer people.

Li Rongchang took a deep breath, put down the phone, waited for a few seconds, and then said seriously: "Li Baishou is really not famous now, I only know that he is my dad's colleague."

But later, Li Baishou, who stole Li Qingli's achievements, became very famous.

If the timeline has not changed in any way, then it will be less than half a year before Li Baishou's hypothesis became famous.

Jian Fu looked at Li Rong, and then looked at Cen Xiao, feeling even more aggrieved.

"Fuck, you two are so calm, I just can't understand the chest tightness of an outsider!"

Jian Fu felt that this matter was going to fall on his parents, and if he accidentally found out who was spreading the rumors, he would definitely shoot him with a gun, and it would be a big deal, and he would die.

Li Rong asked: "Have you seen "Maliciousness"?"

Jian Fu curled her lips, then shook her head: "Books? I don't like reading, and I get sleepy when I read them."

Cen Wei raised his eyelids, looked at Li Rong, and wrote lightly: "Jealousy is terrible, who can not be jealous of Li Qingli."

Li Rong smiled wryly upon hearing this.

In his eyes, his father was not a perfect person.

Li Qingli is tone deaf, he can't hear it himself, but he loves to sing very much. When he was young, he dreamed of being a music composer, and the tunes he wrote were unbelievably unpleasant, so Gu Nong was willing to join in, laughing and applauding warmly every time.

But Gu Nong is actually a senior musical fanatic, and there is no problem with his appreciation. If it weren't for Gu Nong's constant encouragement, Li Rong believed that he could have heard a lot less of his father's wonderful singing voice.

Li Qingli is also very emotional, as emotional as a child who has not been tortured by reality.

He would get red eye circles when he saw family-hunting programs, wipe away tears silently when he saw natural disasters and man-made disasters, and he would heave a long sigh when he saw news of incurable diseases on the Internet, and secretly donated a large sum of money behind Gu Nong's back. Easily impressed.

In contrast, Li Rong felt that he was very cold-blooded, he would never be as compassionate as his father, nor would he be able to support unconditionally like his mother.

There will never be anyone like his parents again.

Li Rong was still stuck in his own memories, suddenly his lips became hot, he looked back and found that Cen Wei brought a spoonful of cooked sweet potato chips to his mouth.

Li Rong shrank back, his eyelids trembled twice, then he raised his hand to pinch Cen Xiao's wrist, and opened his mouth to take the warm sweet potato chips into his mouth.

The sweet potatoes are glutinous and sweet, and the skin is still sour from the tomato soup. He hasn't eaten sweet potatoes for a long time, and he thinks they have a special taste.

"When was it cooked?"

"Just now." Cen Wei's eyes fell on Li Rongrun's red lips, he was still eating in such a gentle manner, just a piece of sweet potato, and he still had to hold his hand to eat slowly.

Jianfu's chopsticks almost fell into the pot.

He watched his brother feed Li Rong, and always felt that something was wrong, but because the action was too open and natural, he felt that he must have overcompensated.

After Li Rong finished eating, he let go of Cen Wei's wrist, and licked his lips: "It's quite delicious."

Cen Wei raised his eyebrows: "Really, I'll try it."

He directly picked up another piece of sweet potato from the pot, scooped up some soup, brought the spoon to his mouth, and ate it calmly.

That was the spoon that Li Rong just touched with his lips.

Jian Fu scratched her ears, turned her face awkwardly, looked out of the window, and asked, "What do you guys want to do? Even if this matter is investigated, it will not be able to drag Li Baishou into the water. After all, he is him. His wife is his wife."

Li Rong smiled lightly: "Don't worry."

Cen Wei: "It's not just as simple as jealousy."

Jian Fu felt more and more confused: "What secret code do you two have for each other? Now it is obvious that this guy has a problem. If you take down one, it counts as one. Hurry up and sue him for defamation and then send a report letter to the director of Hongsuo Academy. Your parents are innocent."

Cen Lingyun glanced at Jian Fu, and asked: "You really think you can find out, and no one else knows?"

Jian Fu was blocked for a while, and then realized that he also saw this news from the first district, and everyone who handled it must have guessed about Li Baishou.

He whispered: "There must be someone in the first district who knows."

Although Li Rong always felt that Cen Wei was unfathomable, he was still a little surprised by his ability to respond.

So Cen Xiao had already guessed that the resistance to this matter was not just as simple as Li Baishou.

It was because he had gone through the previous life, for six full years, that even though there were obvious loopholes in this matter, no one from the Hongsuo Research Institute brought it up again, and Lan Shu didn't use this matter as an excuse to blackmail Hongsuo. Take it slowly, no one wants to let the matter of his parents ferment again.

The attitudes of Hong Suo and Lan Shu have reached an unprecedented tacit understanding on this matter.

Li Baishou alone does not have such great energy, because ten Li Baishou are not as important to the research institute as Li Qingli and Gu Nong.

The waiter at the hot pot restaurant came over and said politely: "Guests, do you want to add more food? Our back kitchen is about to get off work, and we won't be able to add anything after 5 minutes."

Jian Fu quickly glanced at the time: "Fuck, it's already ten o'clock!"

He didn't realize that it took him so long to watch the news.

Cen Ling replied: "No, we'll leave after eating."

The waiter nodded and left.

This hot pot actually tastes pretty good, but because of the new news brought by Jian Fu, they are not in the mood to eat too much.

More than half of the food he ordered was left, so Cen Wei asked someone to pack it and threw it to Jian Fu.

As far as Jian Fu's house was still firing, both he and Li Rong were frequent customers of takeaway food.

Cen Wei first sent Li Rong to the door of his house, and before Li Rong was about to get off the car, he asked, "Do you need to stay in a hotel?"

After all, there was a bloody incident at home, which was somewhat unlucky.

Li Rong shook his head: "I'm too tired, I don't want to make a fuss."

Jian Fu took it seriously: "I'm exhausted too, I can hardly keep my eyes open."

Li Rong turned around, smiled, and kindly reminded him: "I'm moving to the dormitory tomorrow, come back again dear."

Brief: "..."

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the street is lonely, and the shadows of the whirling trees cast colorful traces on the ground, like bushes of thorns, covered with gray-black sharp thorns.

Cen Xiao parked the car in the garage and entered the house along the stairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the nanny running up and down the stairs chasing the blue and gold gradually.

This cat has been fed by Xiao Muran in recent days. Its hair is full, its eyes are bright, and it gradually has the appearance of an aristocratic cat from a wealthy family.

It opened its peach blossom-shaped blue eyes, opened its mouth lazily, let out a whimper, then dexterously jumped up onto the handrail of the stairs.

The nanny sighed: "Little ancestor, don't run around."

Xiao Wu sat down on the armrest, put his front paws together, straightened his neck, looked towards Cen Wei, wagging his tail lazily.

Cen Wei reached out his hand from the stairs, and lightly pressed on its forehead, Xiao Wu narrowed his eyes and shrunk his neck, but instead of running away, he opened it again, tilting his head to look at Cen Wei.

Really, more and more like it.

The nanny hurriedly complained to Cen Ling: "After Madam left, it won't eat, no matter how much you chase it, it won't eat, and I can't catch it. It won't kiss me, and Madam usually holds it."

It was only then that Cen Xiao realized that Xiao Muran was not there, but the lights in the study on the second floor were rarely on.

Cen Ling asked, "What did my mother do?"

The nanny hurriedly said: "It is said that there is a very popular band in the neighboring city holding a concert, and Madam rushed to listen to it."

Cen Xiao nodded.

In the past few years, apart from working crazily, he has also worked tirelessly on concerts.

So his father came back today because his mother was not around.

Cen Ling glanced at the hungry cat, turned around and walked to the snack box, took out a bag of small fish in sauce, tore it open, walked back to the stairs, and fed it to the cat.

Xiao Wu squinted his eyes, and the white whiskers around his face trembled, then he opened his mouth, and slowly picked up the snacks.

The nanny said in surprise, "It doesn't hide from you."

Cen Wei watched the cat turn its back, bowed its soft back, lowered its head and swallowed the small fish bite by bite, and said softly, "If you treat it better, it will treat you better."

The nanny is not easy to refute, but she feels that she is also very good to the cat.

Cen Xiao was just about to go back to his room, when the study door opened, Cen Qing stood at the door, frowning and asked him, "Why did you come back so late?"

Cen Xiao couldn't help but sneered: "You won't wait until I'm an adult before you start caring about my late return?"

The muscles on Cen Qing's face trembled, and he was speechless.

Cen Xiao didn't have a childish temper, so he stood up straight, put one hand in his pocket, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Cen Qing sighed, glanced at the cat that had been jumping up and down in the room all day, and then questioned Cen Wei: "The whole chamber of commerce knows about the mess between you and Li Rong, it's not the person who let you leave Li's house Farther away?"

Cen Wei pursed his lips, and said casually: "Why don't you tell my mother first?"

Cen Qing was silent again.

If he could keep Xiao Muran away from Li's family, their family wouldn't be where they are now.

Cen Ling lowered his head, glanced at the sauce that accidentally got on his fingertips, and said politely: "I'm fine, I'll go back first."

Seeing his casual attitude, Cen Qing suddenly turned up the volume: "What is your attitude towards that Li Rong? Do you hate him or want to help him?"

Cen Ling paused with his fingers, slowly raised his eyelids, stared at Cen Qing, and said with great interest: "I also want to know whether you are positive or negative about Li Qingli."

Cen Qing swallowed his saliva, his slightly slack eyelids trembled, and did not answer Cen Xiao's question.

Cen Xiao is like an impenetrable wall, calm and quiet, impossible to pry into.

It was already difficult for him to see his son's true intentions.

Cen Qing waved his hand: "Forget it, when you become more mature, you will know what trade-offs are, and you can't help yourself. Since you have agreed to take the exam for the Ninth District, you must be clear that the difficulty of the exam for the interns in the Ninth District is far higher than that of the Third District. Now, you are going to take the college entrance examination this year, I'm afraid you don't have time, when you are in your freshman year, come to the third district for an internship, and I will arrange a special training course for you, so that you can pass the exam in the ninth district before your sophomore year."

"That's not necessary." Cen Wei directly dismissed the study plan that Cen Qing carefully arranged for him, "Maybe Yang Fenfang didn't inform you, I have already applied for a student certificate from A, and mailed it to the recruitment team of District Nine."

There is no age limit for the examination in the nine districts, as long as you are old enough, you can apply for the examination.

Cen Qing frowned: "Are you kidding? A high school graduate is going to take the Ninth District exam. Do you think the Ninth District exam is a joke? Do you know how many students from University A accompany you every year? People who have worked in the eighth district of Lanshu for many years failed the ranking? If the ninth district is so easy to advance, the ghost eye team will not be a headache."

Cen Wei pursed his lips, and wrote lightly: "To me, it's just a joke."