Chapter 709: Brainless Fan

What kind of situation has it reached in the end?

Yan Huan was asked to get out of the entertainment industry. Her life was saved by her husband and she was not allowed to be loyal, but she could not discredit her husband.

But now that these photos have come out, they have slapped these people in the face. Those black people have finally stopped making noises. If they start making noises again, I don’t know how many people will scold them.

Her belly is obviously flat, but where did the child come from and is still wearing high heels? I don’t know who caused this. It’s so immoral.

After this news came out, Liang Chen also posted on Weibo

"The baby must like the clothes my godmother bought me," and the photo was taken when she and Yan Huan were together. Liang Chen didn't mind at all whether her own was fat or whether she looked ugly without makeup, and there were still people around her. Sitting and talking happily, Yan Yan's appearance is still very responsible. She is really beautiful without makeup. She wears a pair of thin black-rimmed glasses, smiles sweetly, and has a great temperament. She is like an ancient lady, although She has not appeared in front of the public for a long time, but when I see her photo at this time again, she is not old, but very beautiful, thin and fairy, but she makes people feel very down-to-earth.

The most beautiful face in Asia is ranked fifth, and she deserves it. However, in the eyes of many people, their goddess is not only fifth, she is clearly number one.

At this time, Yan Huan had already arrived in front of Lu Yi's tombstone.

She placed the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone, then took out a tissue from her bag out of habit and gently wiped the dust on the tombstone. The tombstone was very clean, showing that someone came over frequently to clean it.

"It's okay here. It's very quiet. Nothing will disturb you. When I am no longer here, I will come here to accompany you, so that we can be together forever."

"right?"

She pressed her face against the cold tombstone, "After I die, my ashes will be scattered in the sea. I will also bury a piece of clothing here and bury it with you, okay?"

She was talking like this one sentence after another, talking about recent events, yesterday's scandal, and meeting the flower shop owner. The cold wind in winter blew on her body from time to time, and her hair was frozen. Sore fingers.

She had been sitting here all day, and the sky was getting dark. Only then did she open her eyes. It turned out that she had fallen asleep.

"I'll see you again when I come here another day," she stepped forward and kissed the cold tombstone. At this moment, no one knew that a long string of tears rolled down her red eyes.

It’s not that it doesn’t hurt, it’s not that it’s not painful, it’s not that I don’t want to cry.

She just swallowed all the tears into her stomach, just because she couldn't cry. If she cried, she was afraid that she would burst into tears again, and she was afraid that she could no longer bear it.

She didn't dare to cry too hard, because there were Ye Shuyun and Lu Jin, the husband she lost, but what they lost was their son.

She stood up, wiped her tears, and then covered her face with a scarf. Then she walked out. She walked out of the cemetery, but she didn't know that she was being secretly photographed again. When they arrived, they didn't know how they knew that Yan Huan would appear here, and they were brave enough to stay here.

Sure enough, these paparazzi are really everywhere.

And today's Internet age is indeed the real information time. In just a few minutes, these photos were uploaded to the Internet.

In the photo, Yan Huan was walking with her head lowered. She was not wearing a mask, just a scarf. However, even if it was taken secretly from such a distance, her face, her red eyes, and One shot was taken very close, showing the tears still rolling down her eyes.

Clearly crying.

After these photos were uploaded, those scumbags no longer dared to say anything. This was just a woman who had lost her husband. Who could be so harsh on her? Who could be so immoral and talk about a dead man?

It's possible to talk about such things without leaving any room for your own fault. If it weren't for Lu Yi, I don't know how many people would have died in Haishi. He exchanged his own death for Yan Huan's life. Shen Ding After two years, I didn't expect that someone would still slander Yan Huan like this.

And those people who were talking about black talk at that time were actively exposed. Maybe it was because they caused public outrage. Those people were attacked collectively, and even real people's lives were seriously affected. , some of them didn’t even like Yan Huan very much, but now they have become her fans.

This is indeed a real thing.

Real Me Dabaicai: "Goddess, I will support you. Brother Lu is no longer here, but you still have us."

I am Dabaicai: "Brother Bai, do you need help? I will help you."

A big cabbage: "By the way, Brother Bai, you are our eldest brother. We are all jointly responsible for the future safety of the goddess. We goddesses have worked so hard to get to this point. We will never report scandals to gain other people's attention."

Da Baicai is me: "That's right, every time something goes wrong, our goddess has donated money. For such a conscientious artist, there are still people who shamelessly slander her and our Brother Lu. Brother Lu has lost his life."

Yan Huan scrolled through her Weibo and sniffed. That sentence about Brother Lu and Brother Lu made her feel very sad and the corners of her eyes hurt. She is crying, still crying silently

"Thank you," she murmured softly, then closed the notebook and walked out.

The nanny had already put the soup on the table. Yan Huan picked it up and drank it in one sip. The soup was very hot, even a little hot on her mouth, but her heart was always cold and could no longer be hot. .

At this time, in a company.

A young man burst into laughter. He closed the notebook on his desk, then picked up a pen and started spinning it.

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," the man sat up straight, unbuttoned his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Mr. Bai, Cheng Rong has brought it."

"Oh, let him in."

The man called Mr. Bai is very young, in his mid-twenties, but he is already quite mature, and of course he has the sophistication of a successful person.

Soon after, a gray-faced man walked in.

"Mr. Bai, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, you are the one I am looking for," Mr. Bai stood up and walked to Cheng Rong.

"You seem to be having a bad time lately, right?"

"No," Cheng Rong grabbed a handful of his hair, "Mr. Bai, what are you talking about in this world? I just told a few truths, and then I was exposed by some crazy fans of celebrities. Let's There are so many crazy fans named Yan Huan in the company. They either put precum on my chair or put thumbtacks on it..."