One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3437: The chief kills them one by one!

Song Song was squeezed in the middle of the crowd. Her scarred feet were now being ruthlessly stepped on by reporters' leather boots and high-heeled shoes. It was very painful!

And the bright sun above my head looks so violent at the moment, it's dizzying!

Faced with the unanimous criticism, Song Song stabilized his mind and raised his voice:

"Plagiarism is about the dignity of a painter. I swear with my dignity that I will never do such a thing!"

She thought it would be fine if she showed her attitude.

Unexpectedly, she knew too little about the media industry and believed too much in the sincerity between people.

I only listened to those reporters, didn't care what she said, but grabbed her words and played them even more randomly:

"Miss Song, are you admitting to plagiarism and lack of dignity?"

"Ms. Song, you dare not say that plagiarism is struck by thunder, is it because you are afraid? Are you afraid of being punished by God?"

"So Miss Song, are you ready to publicly apologize and make atonement?"

Song Song's breathing stagnates.

Are these people sick? When did she admit it? Scared? Ready to make atonement?

Why are these people deliberately misinterpreting her meaning, or even obviously framed!

She suddenly understood that these people must have come with a conclusion and purpose. No matter what she said today, go back and they will smear her in the manuscripts and interviews they send!

And if she doesn't say anything, these people must have a way - just write that she is guilty of plagiarism and default to plagiarism!

A vicious group of people.

Song Song was full of grief and indignation. For the first time, he saw the most filthy dark side of this society, hidden under the bright sunshine.

She clenched her fists and wanted to leave, but she couldn't even leave!

These people seem to have deliberately squeezed her in the middle, enjoying her immobility, having fun with her embarrassment and dilemma!

"Miss Song! Miss Song!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Adjutant Lu, this is the voice of Adjutant Lu.

Song Song burst into tears in an instant.

If her brother hadn't let Adjutant Lu accompany her today, she would have been killed by these reporters!

She sucked her nose and tried to squeeze in the direction of Adjutant Lu.

Fortunately, Adjutant Lu was very strong. With a twist, a push, and a pull, he quickly opened a path, protected Song Song from the crowd, and took her into the car!

The reporters couldn't catch up, so they had to write down in the notebook: "Plagiarized painter Song Moumou, suspected of being supported by the gold owner, got on a famous brand sports car and ran away..."

On the way back.

Song Song didn't say a word, his palms clenched tightly all the time.

It wasn't until the car drove into the base that she seemed to have finally returned to a harbor that she could fully trust, and her palms relaxed a little.

But he still lowered his head and asked Adjutant Lu in a low tone: "You... see the news? Do you believe what they said?"

Adjutant Lu nodded, then quickly said: "No, Miss Song, I only trust you! They must be talking nonsense! When the chief returns, kill them one by one!"

Song Song said softly: "I haven't even copied a single word of my homework since I was a child, but now I am being so slandered by my paintings... These media have been planned for a long time, even if my brother comes back, I am afraid it will be blocked. I can't stand the lingering mouths of the people in the world... these people are too bad... hiss—"

Speaking, the wound on the sole of her foot was touched by the steps, and the pain made her gasp and she was speechless.

Adjutant Lu looked very uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to look at her wound without authorization, so he could only send her back to the room to rest, so he quickly called Gong Qing secretly.

"Headmaster, you must answer, Miss Song is so miserable now..." He typed anxiously.

But, Gong Qing is still discussing with the President about the deployment of the military parade. I am afraid that he may not be back tonight, and the phone is turned off and does not answer.

Adjutant Lu scratched his head anxiously.

Suddenly, he remembered that Ouyang Qian was also in the presidential palace, accompanying the chief to attend the discussion.

How about calling Ouyang Qian and asking her to convey the message to the Chief?

【Gong Qing: Good night kiss! Who dares to mess with my woman? I kill him! ]