Chapter 709: Brain powder (1/2)

In the end, what kind of situation has it reached.

Let Yan Huan get out of the entertainment circle. Her life was saved by her husband. She did not make her loyal, but she could not discredit her husband.

But now these photos come out, and they hit these people's faces all the time. Those black sons finally stopped clamoring, and clamoring to come out again, I don't know how many people scolded.

People's stomachs are plain and plain. Where did the children come from, still wearing high-heeled shoes? I don't know who caused it. It's too immoral.

After this news came out, Liangchen also posted a Weibo

”The clothes the godmother bought, the baby must like it very much,” and the photo was taken when she and Yan Huan were together. Liangchen didn't mind if she was fat or plain, and her face was still ugly, and she was still around Sitting in Yan Huan, the face value after the words and shadows is still very responsible. The plain face is indeed beautiful, with a pair of thin black-rimmed glasses, with a light smile and a good temperament, just like an ancient lady show, although It's been a long time since I saw it in the eyes of the public, but when I saw her picture again at this time, it was not old, but beautiful, thin and fairy, but it felt very earthy.

Asia's most beautiful face is ranked fifth, deservedly, but in the eyes of many people, their goddess is not only fifth, but clearly the first.

At this time, Yan Huan had reached Lu Yi's tombstone.

She put the flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone, and then used to take out a paper towel from the bag and gently wiped the dust on the tombstone. The tombstone was very clean, which was obvious that someone came to clean it frequently.

”Okay here, very quiet, there won't be any disturbing you. I won't be there anymore. I will come here to accompany you so that we can be together forever.”

”right?”

She put her face on the cold tombstone. ”After I died, the ashes were also sprinkled in Haijiang. I also buried a dress here, buried with you, okay?”

She said this sentence by sentence, about the latest things, about the scandal of yesterday, and the matter of meeting the owner of the flower shop, the cold wind in winter blowing on her from time to time, and her frozen hair Painful finger.

She sat here for a whole day, and the sky was dark. She opened her eyes and turned asleep.

”I'll see you again when I come over another day,” she stepped forward and kissed the icy tombstone. No one knew at this time. In her red eyes, she rolled a long tear.

It’s not painless, it’s not painful, it doesn’t want to cry.

It's just that all the tears were swallowed into her stomach, just because she couldn't cry, she cried, she was afraid to cry again, and she was afraid she couldn't help it anymore.

She dare not cry too hard, because there are Ye Shuyun, and Lu Jin, her lost husband, but they lost their son.

She stood up, wiped her tears, and then covered her face with a scarf. This was when she went out. She came out of the cemetery, but she didn't know that she was photographed again. When they arrived, they didn’t know how they knew that Yan Huan would appear here, and he was also brave enough to come here to squat.

Sure enough, these paparazzi are really everywhere.

In the current Internet age, it is indeed a real time for information, but within a few minutes, these photos have been posted online.

And the words on the photo, walking down, she didn’t wear a mask, she just wore a scarf, but even if it was taken secretly from such a far place, her face and her red eyes were still taken. One shot was very close, the tears still rolling down her eyes.

Obviously crying.