"Ms. Lin, I heard that you are planning to divorce Song Rongshi. Is this true?"

"I heard that you previously decided to hold a wedding at the end of the year, but now it has been cancelled. May I ask why you want a divorce? I thought you were quite in love before."

"Did Song Rongshi do something sorry for you, or do you have a man outside?"

"What will happen to your divorced children? Will you be kicked out by the Song family and you will no longer be the president's goddaughter?"

"Yes, after all, everyone knows that it was because you were pregnant with Song Rong's child that the president recognized you as his goddaughter."

"..."

A series of questions were thrown out, which immediately confused Lin Fanyue, who had just come out of the laboratory.

She didn't even know why these reporters came suddenly.

If she had known earlier, she should have brought more people down.

It caught her completely off guard.

She was even knocked to the point where she couldn't even stand still, and because she was wearing high heels, she was knocked to the ground unexpectedly.

Journalists are like this. When they see someone who was once high and mighty suddenly get divorced and become depressed, they won't have much sympathy. On the contrary, the other person's miserable situation may make the news more exciting, and they may even think of a headline.

They are also not afraid of offending the presidential palace.

Because Song Rongshi and Lin Fanyue were about to divorce, Lin Fanyue would be nothing in this capital without the support of the Song family.

Lin Fanyue was almost mad to death. She was knocked down. Not only did these reporters not come over to help her, they also took pictures of her frantically.

She wanted to stand up, but a reporter squeezed in front of her and took a close-up of her.

"Get out of the way." She couldn't help but slapped the camera away, "If you interview, you will interview, and if you take pictures, you will take pictures. Do you still have the qualities of a reporter like this?"

"Miss Lin, once you are abandoned by Song Rongshi, without the support of the Song family, do you think you can be the same as before?" The male reporter whose camera she shot sneered, "Be careful, I

This camera is very expensive, tens of thousands of dollars, and you will have to pay for it if the picture is ruined."

"Then I will not only smash yours, but also smash yours."

A sudden force from behind pulled the male reporter out.

Song Qingrui, who was wearing a black windbreaker, snatched the camera from the male reporter's hand and threw it to the ground without saying a word, breaking it into two pieces.

But after seeing clearly his handsome and sinister face, no one dared to speak.

Anyone who works in the press would not recognize this face. He is the president’s biological son. It is said that President Song also supported his son with the power to become the youngest president of China, and even became a minister at a young age.

Although Song Qingrui usually keeps a low profile and rarely even appears in public, no one dares to ignore his name.

No one dares to ignore him because of his young age.

After all, the things he did in politics had nothing to do with his age.

Even those senior politicians in their fifties and sixties did not dare to confront him head-on.

Lin Fanyue was also confused. She probably didn't expect that Song Qingrui would suddenly appear here. Shouldn't he be in the office at this time?

Moreover, she was used to Song Qingrui's always gentle and jade-like appearance. Now that he stopped smiling, there seemed to be ice in his eyes, which really made her feel the same aura of President Song.

"Don't you want to compensate? I will compensate you." Song Qingrui took out a card from his wallet, stuffed it into the male reporter's pocket, and then punched him, neatly, "Oh, I forgot to tell you.

, your wound compensation is also included."

The male reporter was trembling. He was so scared that he lay on the ground and did not dare to stand up. He was afraid that Song Qingrui would beat him again if he stood up. "You...you can't hit me. I didn't do anything wrong. I just

In a normal interview.”

"A normal interview?" Song Qingrui grabbed another reporter's camera and pointed it directly at the face of the male reporter underground, "Do you think this is a normal interview?"

The male reporter blushed and did not dare to speak. The reporter next to him was also angry and did not dare to speak.


Chapter completed!