"Haha, it's like you don't want to climb into my husband's bed. You're not capable of climbing up, and you're still spreading false rumors about being a coquettish and love rival outside all day long? Lin Ruxiang, you're sleeping with a bodyguard and you're causing a child again. There is really no need to set up the persona of a wealthy Shuyuan for yourself."
Ouyang Ping had long wanted to fight Lin Ruxiang.
Unexpectedly, Lin Ruxiang's face turned pale with anger, and soon she collapsed in the counter.
Wow!
Ouyang Ping looked at her like that and couldn't help but open her mouth, "You're really good at acting. Just hit him to death once or twice. Now that Fu Yanye is not here, who will act with you? Let's go." "
Shen Lanxin: "Miss Lin? Miss Lin? She really fainted!"
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The video of Lin Ruxiang fainting in a foreign shopping mall and being carried into an ambulance was quickly posted online, along with photos of her when she fainted. In the photos was Zhuo Jian, whom everyone had not seen for a long time.
The news quickly spread throughout the Internet.
Someone immediately said on the Internet that Zhuo Jian knew that Lin Ruxiang had had a heart transplant, but he deliberately stimulated her to cause her to faint and possibly die. Zhuo Jian was a murderous bitch who was simply an embarrassment to the women in their country.
Soon there were legions of keyboard warriors echoing that message.
In just three hours, negative news about Zhuo Jian accounted for most of the hot searches.
People always seem to forget what they have said and done before, and fall down as soon as there is any trouble.
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Domestic, the Fu family's old residence.
When Fu Zhengzheng returned home, he heard Wang Yue talking on the phone. His words were quite sharp, "If you don't clean up these news for me today, don't blame me, Wang Yue, for falling out with you."
After Wang Yue finished speaking, he hung up the phone, looked up and saw Fu Zhengzheng coming back, and couldn't help but ask him, "Have you read the news on the Internet?"
"Let me tell you, let's not take it too seriously. This is not the first time for such negative news. There are so many online platforms. If you ask someone to wipe it off, can it be wiped clean?"
"Then what should we do? Watch these people slander our precious children?"
Faced with Fu Zhengzheng's calmness and calmness, Wang Yue couldn't do it.
"Jian Jian may not be so angry if she knows about it. Her patience and tolerance are something we cannot underestimate. Please calm down first and let's talk slowly."
Fu Zhengzheng said and sat down next to her. There was tea on the table. He helped her pour a cup and brought it to her.
Wang Yue took the tea, but she was still angry, even her eyes were a little blurry, and she couldn't help but mutter, "I just can't figure it out, what is wrong with this woman named Lin? You can't tell with someone else's heart. Cherish it, she doesn't want to blame her death on our baby on the day she dies, right?"
Wang Yue was shocked when he said this.
Lin Ruxiang doesn't really think so, does she?
"Lin Ruxiang will not die so easily, and even if she dies, it will not be blamed on Jian Jian. Why not have a video chat with Jian Jian first? Let's hear her thoughts."
"That's all we have to do. I really want to fly there directly. I don't know where Yan Ye is."
Wang Yue said and picked up the phone again to send a video to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian had just returned home. While answering the video, he put down his bag and sat on the sofa. "Mom, dad is also at home at this time."
"Well! I just came back from playing golf. How are you doing there?"
Fu Zhengzheng asked her.
"Honey, if that Lin Ruxiang dares to bully you, don't hold back and just hit her back."
Wang Yue anxiously reminded Zhuo Jian before she could reply.
Zhuo Jian knew that Wang Yue was afraid that she would suffer a loss, and she also understood that she knew everything. She said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"My dear, I have made you feel wronged. If I had known, I would have let Yanye stay with you for two more days."
Wang Yue knew that Zhuo Jian preferred to report good news rather than bad news, and his distressed eyes were filled with warmth.