Come May, the occasional wind blows, pattering, from the street corner to the end of the alley.

A young man lowered his head, hiding his entire face in the shadow of his huge hooded sweater.

Those damn disobedient bangs are now thicker, darker chestnut, and more wildly curly than before, sizzling out like wild horses.

Even though it was wet by the rain, it was still unruly and curled even more.

The young man was thin. The rain had completely wet his clothes, but they only clung to his limbs and torso. Coupled with the draft, he looked like a man in a field, and he didn't have much human clothes to wear.

The popular scarecrow is rickety and has no lethality. It only serves as a threat.

He raised his head, revealing his sunken cheeks, and glanced at the towering office building.

Ten o'clock in the morning is the busiest time for urban white-collar workers. The weather is not good. It is not decent to hold an umbrella on the street on a windy day. There are not many people on the street.

Occasionally, they were just on their way and would not notice this thin and weird young man.

The silver thread falling from the sky, which was more than an inch long, hit his sunken eye sockets. In his amber pupils, he did not squint to avoid it, but instead smiled faintly with satisfaction.

The thirty-sixth floor of the building was crowded with reporters who were present today. There have been too many negative news about Han Muxue, the leading artist of Starlight Entertainment Company recently. Whether it is true or false, they have long been arguing, and it is quite authoritative.

The media account published about the murder of her and the former president of Ling's Pictures, and related investigative documents, has also become a topic of heated discussion among the public.

At this cut-off point, Starlight Entertainment suddenly requested a press conference, and naturally, media people from all walks of life flocked to the meeting.

Nothing could excite the melon-eating crowd more than this press conference at the cusp of the storm.

"Sister Xue'er, don't be afraid!"

Outside the door, Xiaoyun held Han Muxue's hand and squeezed it gently to comfort her. Han Muxue did not apply makeup, and the fatigue on her face could not be hidden.

The little baby in her belly seems to have sensed something. It has been tossing and turning in her belly quite frequently recently, making her unable to eat or sleep well.

If she goes out like this, even if she doesn't admit it, someone will bite her to death. Is she touching something she shouldn't have touched?

Otherwise, would everyone admit it?

"Sister Hong, I'm pregnant, three months along."

She suddenly confessed that the bad news almost made Sister Hong fall down.

"you!"

"You are too courageous!"

Sister Hong couldn't show her face, and her face drooped even more.

Sister Hong felt that her intracranial blood pressure was rising rapidly, and she almost fainted.

She finally calmed down, and her first thought was to turn around and find Xiaoyun, the first responsible person.

"What's going on? You never told me about such a big thing?"

Xiaoyun must have been involved in keeping this secret from her, otherwise it would be impossible for her to know nothing about it.

"Sister Hong, don't blame Xiaoyun, I didn't let you say it."

Han Muxue protected Xiaoyun behind her and looked at Sister Hong stubbornly.

"I made the mistake and I will take responsibility."

"You take responsibility? What responsibility?"

Sister Hong was so angry that she couldn't speak at all.

But seeing Han Muxue's dead look, she felt frightened again.

"You, don't mess around!"

Sister Hong saw her other thoughts at a glance, and spoke righteously, trying to nip her in the bud this year.

"Xue'er, I've told you a long time ago that as an artist, your personality and so on are created by the entire company team. Even if something happens, this image must be maintained as well as possible.

, for the development of the company, and for the sake of your thousands of fans, okay, okay?"

"Okay, okay, Sister Hong is also at fault. She didn't take good care of you during this period. When the press conference is over, Sister Hong will accompany you and handle this matter properly, okay?"

As Sister Hong spoke, she held Han Muxue in her arms, caressing and comforting her. Han Muxue could probably guess what she meant by "dealing with it".

"My child, I want to stay."

She pushed Sister Hong away, said these words coldly, swayed her red midi-length skirt, and pushed open the double doors.

In an instant, all the camera lenses and camera flashes were flashing at her. Han Muxue raised her chin high. Even though she was wearing flat canvas shoes that did not match the red dress, because she was the one wearing them, that smell

The aura he brought with him was still radiant, and Ling Ziyue, who had just sat down in front of the podium and was watching the press conference, was fascinated by it.

The long corridor slowly went from the last row to the front row of the lobby. Ling Zi stared more and more at this powerful woman, elegantly passing through all kinds of people, either amazed, disdainful, or full of concealment.

I can't help but look forward to a good show, or interpret her every move and behavior in a self-righteous way, including this somewhat strange outfit.

For the first time, Ling Ziyue truly understood what Han Muxue said: People who live under a magnifying glass are not worthy of human shame.

Finally, her red skirt bloomed beside Ling Ziyue. Ling Ziyue looked intently, and her body was still filled with the faint fragrance of the lavender sleeping pillow he prepared for her.

Han Muxue's eyes were as dark as water, and there was no big disturbance.

All the media people present were confused and some couldn't hold themselves back and started whispering among each other.

"Ms. Han, what is your relationship with the late Mr. Ling Zhengjun, the former president of Ling Group?"

The first question is the bombshell.

"..."

Han Muxue just sat and didn't speak, which made Ling Ziyue, who was sitting next to him, start to feel anxious.

Why didn't you open your mouth to answer? You clearly promised to hold a press conference to clarify?

When no response was received, the discussion below began to get louder, and people's doubts and conspiracy theories quickly swelled in this space that could accommodate hundreds of people.

"It doesn't matter!"

Ling Ziyue turned his head and looked at the expressionless Han Muxue. Feeling anxious, he grabbed the standing microphone in front of him and hurriedly clarified it for her.

Looking at the reporters sitting below, as well as Chen Lan who was hosting the press conference, they all showed slightly surprised and puzzled expressions. Only then did he realize how outrageous his behavior was, and then he returned to his usual calmness and said in a deep official voice

speak.

"Recently, we have noticed that some rumors about Ms. Han Muxue on the Internet are outrageous and have had a serious impact on the physical and mental impact of our company, Ms. Han Muxue. Our company has sent legal letters to these media marketing accounts and hopes to be here today.

My friends in the media can help clarify the rumors. After all, rumors only stop with the wise."

"This is Mr. Ling," among the crowd, a paparazzi with a camera in his hand stood up confidently, with a disdainful smile on his lips.

"The fact that you came out to clarify for Han Muxue this time is a bit untenable."

"You have a good relationship with Miss Han."
Chapter completed!