"Is the painter so outrageous?"

"Looking at the elegant and intellectual, it turns out that they are all pretending."

"Did you see that Monica? She was so beautiful and young in the live broadcast before, and she had a good temperament! I really can't figure out why she is such an excellent person, why would she be a gunman for our great W painter?"

"Now there is a Monica and a Wu Da. Will there be others?"

"I don't know, our great W painter has always been a pure and innocent lotus, without any disputes with the world, without desires or demands, the result is, ah~!"

"She is so bumpy! Once I met her in a mall and wanted her to sign a name for me, but she didn't even look at me directly. Her nostrils grew on her forehead, and she walked away with her head raised!

It’s her own achievements, so she’s proud, but isn’t this a ghostwriter? What’s she proud of? What’s she?”

"That's right, I've been embarrassed this time and I've been thrown into the international community!"

...

Wen Yi repeatedly told herself not to read these comments, but she couldn't help it.

She tried to put her phone away several times, but not long after, she would fall into endless anxiety.

In the end, she seemed to be crazy, refreshing the comment section and homepage over and over again, looking at all kinds of swearing attacks and ridicule, she couldn't stop crying.

But her face was covered with wounds, and tears suddenly fell into the wound, making her feel in pain.

When several companies and studios that I had worked with before issued a statement to sue her, Wen Yi could no longer control her.

She lifted the quilt, grabbed her clothes, tidied up her appearance a little, and then secretly left the ward and went downstairs, and took a car and left.

Wei Yan's subordinates watched the car drive away and turned to Wei Yan: "Mr. Wei, will she be unable to think about it? Something happened?"

Wei Yan frowned slightly and said, "I don't know."

"Then, why don't we stop us?"

"Do you think you can stop it?"

As he said that, Wei Yan shook his head: "It's useless."

Wei Yan knew about Wen Yi's situation. She was a person who was out of control.

"Let's go." Wei Yan said to his opponent.

30 minutes later, Wei Yan was still driving back when she suddenly received a call from Uncle Bing.

Uncle Bing's voice sounded very low, and there was a sense of anxiety: "Mrs. Wen Yi came back just now, and she went upstairs crying... Young grandma, she seemed to have been beaten, and her face was swollen,

Even though she was wearing a hat, I saw it."

Wei Yan asked: "Have you called someone else before calling me?"

Uncle Bing felt a little embarrassed: "No, the first thing I thought of was to call you."

Wei Yan thought for a while and said, "I'm here now, but I'm still on the way. I'll call Leng Yeting, and I'll bother Uncle Bing to call his father."

"Yeah, OK."

After the call was over, Wei Yan called Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting's phone is busy.

But soon, Leng Yeting cut off the line over there and connected hers.

Wei Yan smiled lightly: "Let me guess, the phone call just now was your mother's?"

Leng Yeting also smiled: "I guessed wrongly, it was my dad's, but you guessed halfway through half. What he told me happened to be her business."

"So, did he say that Wen Yi is already in the Leng family mansion now?"

Leng Yeting's eyebrows were gently closed: "I didn't say it, but how did you know?"

Wei Yan would not betray her Uncle Bing and said lightly: "She was beaten unrecognizable by Jiang Xiangming. She was sent to the hospital by me and my subordinates. I didn't want to follow her at first. We followed Jiang Xiangming."

Leng Yeting asked: "Do you want to go there now?"

Wei Yan nodded: "Well, I'm on the road."
Chapter completed!