Someone posted a photo of her, lit a candle, hung a wreath and sent the photo to her to ask her if it looked good.

Someone asked her and her mother when they would die.

There is a curse that she was hit and killed by a car when she went out, and she would be infertile for the rest of her life, and would be kicked out if she married into a wealthy family.

...

Bu Yao looked through the private messages calmly, as if he was watching a group of clowns jumping.

The more jealous, angry, and rejected they are, the happier she will show them and proudly.

She wanted to continue to turn down, but his hand was held down by him. His voice was muffled, and his whole face was filled with unhappiness: "Stop looking."

"I'm fine." Bu Yao pinched the back of his hand comfortably. Not only did he not see any depression, but he even had a little pride in his tone: "Look, I can finally calm down."

The next second she was brought into his arms and hugged her tightly. Lu Yan's voice was lowered, and he even shook a little, saying word by word: "But I feel sorry for you."

Only he knew how many tears she used to exchange for her so-called heart as calm as water.

Growth comes at a price.

If possible, he would rather protect his little girl and never grow up.

As soon as the bus stopped at the base door, Bu Yao and the others noticed something was wrong. The walls of their base were covered with notes, and even banners were drawn on the trees at the door, with all kinds of shocking words written in paint.

"Garbage black meat, get out of win."

"If you don't break up, just lose your fans!"

"You love him so much, dare to die for him?"

"Do you have to be satisfied with us forcing each other to die?"

"Believe it or not, we commit suicide collectively?"

...

Before Bu Yao could react from the confusion, she saw people holding banners pouring out from every corner, surrounding their buses, shouting ridiculous slogans, and shouting that she would get out of the car and be beaten.

Some people even picked up bricks on the spot and started smashing the car.

These people are both men and women, and some even look childish and naively think that using violence, intimidation, or even threatening their lives can solve the problem.

While telling them to be careful not to get out of the car, He Xiaopang quickly called the police.

After the troublemaker was finally taken away, it was already dark. When Lu Yan helped get out of the car, Bu Yao's legs were all weak.

Although I often joke that I will be sprayed with sulfuric acid when I go out, it is the first time I have encountered it.

A group of people cleared the banners in silence, then had a simple supper, and then were called to the conference room by He Xiaopang to discuss what to do about this matter.

As soon as Lu Yan returned to the base, he locked himself in the room and didn't even eat dinner.

Bu Yao knew that he was blaming himself, so he didn't bother him. After the meeting alone, he finally came upstairs, but found that there were no people in the room.

She climbed onto the rooftop and saw him leaning on the railing of the rooftop. The Mars between his fingers were clearly extinguished, and countless blue smoke lingered, and his handsome face became unreal in the smoke.

It was the first time she saw him smoking after they had known each other for so long.

Bu Yao walked up and slapped him, "When did you learn to smoke?"

Lu Yan did not answer her question, but stared at her for a while, then whispered: "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry?" Bu Yao tilted his head and looked at him.
Chapter completed!