A Star Reborn: The Queen’s Return

No mood, then delicious food tastes like chewing wax.

When she sang a few words about her crisis public relations speech, she said, "If you can't hold it, you can go back to Emperor."

Xia Yan shook his head tiredly.

The nephew looked at her, and on the side of her body, this petite girl looked paler than before, with a look of sorrow and sorrow, and a faint distraction. If he let go, but in exchange for such an ending, then why didn't he take her back? "Li Lei does not know how to take care of you," Yan Ziheng's voice was a little heavy. "When you were in the emperor, you never suffered such a thing."

"I didn't die at the beginning." Xia Yan instinctively back.

She can't allow others to say that Li Lei is not good, and she clearly has tried her best to give her the best. When such an incident occurs, it is not Li Lei's control. It is her own deserved, and she casually promises to take pictures of the photographer.

Zhai Ziheng said: "Why didn't you die? Wang Jingwei."

When they mentioned this name, both of them were silent.

Yes, at that time, did Wang Jingwei die? There is also public opinion pointing her finger at her, but Zhai Ziheng has protected her and never let her stand in front of the stage to do anything like an apology.

but……

That is not the same.

Xia Yan lowered his head and looked at the half of the juice cup.

His so-called "protection" is just another form of humiliation. She would rather apologize to the public before standing in front of the camera and flashlight, and should not be imprisoned in a place where she is isolated from the world. In the name of "healing the disease," she is abused every day. Torture.

In just half an hour, I passed quickly.

Rolls-Royce stopped at the press conference.

Someone recognized the car and took photos with him. However, Xia Wei did not care much. He got off the bus, and under the **** of the staff, he passed through the crowds of people who took pictures and took pictures. He entered the conference hall.

She was accompanied by Lin Yunan and stood on the main stage.

Glance around, countless media with long guns and short guns, and representatives of several civil human rights organizations, holding a large drawing board with black and white photos of dead children taking medicine from her hands.

When she saw the photo, she remembered it -

It was two lively and cheerful boys. Yesterday, she taught them to sing for a long time. The little voice was especially nice. She also praised him. When she grows up, she can become a generation of singers.

When she gave the medicine, the two children rushed to the front and said thank you very happily.

She watched them eat the two white pills...

It was her who handed them to the road to death.

In the eyes of Xia Wei, there was tears in her eyes. She wanted to take back the tears. However, I remembered the shackles of Zizi Heng--[When I don’t know what to say, you cry, cry hard, and cry is not the best. Don't ask reporters too many questions, and leave the scene quickly after apologizing. ]

She knows that journalists are a group of bloodthirsty sharks. When she is slightly flawed, she will be swarmed and shredded into pieces. So she let the tears flow out, and she looked more mournful than before.

Lin Yunan, who was on the side, saw her like this, more or less relieved.

To be honest, when these artists were in the training camp, they did not receive much training courses in crisis public relations. Xiao Yan was very simple, and he was worried that she would screw up.

Fortunately, at the moment, she still knows at least to express her grief.

Lin Yunan also cooperated to make a deep mourning.

While Xia Wei cried, she apologized to the orphanage and the children intermittently. She said that she was too big and did not carefully check the drugs beforehand, so she was sent to the children in a confused way...

A reporter asked sharply: "Miss Ye, do you go to charity, is it just a pure reputation and a show? Is it not at all concerned about the health and life of the child?"

She shook her head and her voice was hoarse: "No, I love children very much."

"Is it because you have lost your child, so don't put the lives of other children in your eyes?" The reporter's question is more acute, and the flash is constantly shooting against her.

Her ear slammed, and this problem made her unable to catch up, and almost stood still. Her tears fell even more fiercely, opened her mouth, but did not know what to say, in front of so many people, can not make a slight voice.

"Miss Ye, why don't you talk? Is it because I said it?"

"Yes, Miss Ye, you are a person who has died of a child. You should know that grief, how can you be so irresponsible, and send the inferior drugs that are fatal to the children?"

"I heard that this charity foundation has a black curtain. Is it true?"

"There are rumors that you have recently bought a lot of high-end ready-to-wear and jewellery, such as Givenchy, Chanel, pink diamond necklaces, etc. I have calculated that the income of you as a singer is simply not enough to support such a huge expenditure. Are you corrupting the money of a charitable foundation? So, let the children eat the inferior medicine!"

"Miss Ye, do you have a conscience?"

"Why are you so worried, even the money for children to take medicine?"

The problem is getting more and more sinister, so she doesn't know how to answer it. At this moment, she looked at the sea of ​​light, and everyone's face was blurred in front of her eyes.

She wants to tell them, no, things are not what they guessed, but it is useless, no one will listen to her...

The public relations draft given by Lin Yunan in advance, as well as the shackles of Zhai Ziheng on the road, have long been forgotten by her in the face of these surging questions. Her mind went blank, just crying, mechanically repeated: "I'm sorry ...... I do not know ...... I'm sorry ......"

It sounds more and more dumb, getting smaller and smaller.

The reporters are getting more and more excited.

Lin Yunan Xianshibumiao stood up, as far as possible without losing the audience etiquette told the media: "Sorry everybody, small Aya's somewhat out of control, this accident also caused her a great deal of trauma, today's conference first here, if you have any questions, ask the spokesman responsible for this accident is like. "

He supported Xia Wei and planned to take her to rest.

"Don't go!" In the crowd, a representative of a human rights organization called, "Ye Xingyu, you have to make it clear today! Are you guilty of corruption, whether you have received a rebate from the manufacturer, and let the innocent children eat it?" Inferior drugs?! What about your brand-name bags and expensive diamonds?!"

"Yeah! Don't want to get away with it!"

Lin Yunan ignored these people and helped her to think about it quickly. The crowds were surrounded and they were not allowed to leave.

"Let's let one let, trouble let one let." Lin Yunan's belly of evil fire has nowhere to vent, if it is not worried that this is a public occasion, to maintain the image of his artist, he has already started to beat people.