Rape, violence? Sister-in-law? Sensitive words came out one after another. Regarding this sudden situation, Jin Zun was stunned on the spot. The ring was only half an inch into Bai Xinhui's finger. It got stuck in the middle and could not go up.
, can’t come down.
The reporter looked at him and said nothing, then rushed forward again. The crowded media friends almost squeezed the door of the church, with their lips wide open, and they bombarded them with questions one after another - "
Mr. Jin, today is your wedding day, and regarding this morning’s report, do you think it was done intentionally?”
"Is this a different kind of hype, or is it done intentionally?"
"Mr. Jin, is the story about you and your sister-in-law true?"
"Mr. Jin, when did that incident happen? Could you please give me an appropriate answer?"
"Mr. Jin Zun, if you don't answer, does this mean you are indirectly acquiescing?"
The thorny questions, the mouths that kept opening wide, and the reporters’ expressions of fighting like chicken blood really frightened the guests who came to the wedding. Many guests had already backed away, fearing that
It affects oneself.
Jin Zun's lips were pursed tightly, and his dark eyes seemed to have sunk into the darkness of stagnant water. His fists were clenched tightly, as if he was restraining himself, as if he was forbearing, but he never said a word.
.
"Sir, what's going on? Why are there so many reporters? And why do they say you and Su Mozheng's sister..." The ring was only half on, and Bai Xinhui started to feel uncomfortable with this group of people.
Amidst the anger of the crowd that appeared, she successfully changed their topic. She shook Jin Zun's arm, held his palm, and wanted him to give an answer, but found that his hand was cold, and hurriedly said "Ah"
of letting go.
"Mommy, Mommy..." Zhezhe saw so many strange uncles and aunts surrounding his mother and father, asking some strange questions. His small body passed through the adults' legs, and successfully squeezed to Bai Xinhui's side, opening his arms
He held his hands to protect his parents, and was still shouting, "You are not allowed to bully my mommy, you are not allowed to bully my dad..."
The small voice was not powerful enough, but it was clear enough. Seeing that Jin Zun was deadlocked and did not answer, a reporter knelt down and turned the microphone to Zhezhe, "Kid, can you tell your uncle? Do you like this mommy, or not?"
Other mommies?"
"Other mommies..." Zhezhe scratched his head with his fingers, his little eyes still squinting in thought.
"Yes, yes," the reporter nodded repeatedly. Seeing that there was something going on here, several other reporters also handed the microphone to Zhezhe, "Children, come here, tell auntie, have you seen other mothers?"
Zhezhe's eyes lit up and he nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, isn't it beautiful sister? Beautiful sister is so beautiful." His lips pursed and he nodded seriously, "But mommy
I told you to call me pretty sister and pretty aunt, Zhezhe didn’t want to make mommy angry, so she is pretty aunt!”
The small crisp sound was like rolling into boiling water, and it boiled instantly. A cry of exclamation broke out among the reporters. Some reporters hurriedly took out their notebooks to write down the words. The flashlight became even brighter, almost blinding people.
Some reporters wanted to ask again, but Jin Zun had already picked up Zhezhe and placed him behind him. A pair of unruly eyes shot out a cold light, looking at the third forces in front of him with a shining cold light, "I never
I don’t know that our media friends in the Mainland regard dealing with children as a hobby, and you, as adults, ask such a young child, do you have a good conscience!?”
It seemed that it had only been quiet for a while, and those long guns and short guns gathered around Jin Zun again, "Mr. Jin, can you please answer the questions just now?"
"Mr. Jin, please answer!"
"Mr. Jin..."
"Mr. Jin Zun..."
"..."
The flash became hotter and hotter, and Jin Zun's stinky face became the last stopper on the screen!
Outside the church, the sun was shining brightly, and the fallen leaves seemed to be dyed with the color of late autumn. They were spinning and falling, spinning and spinning without stopping.
A petite and thin figure stood there neatly, looking at Yimu in the church from a distance. When she saw the media reporters rushing forward and Jin Zun's stinky face, she felt very good and was depressed again.
She lifted the sunhat on her head. The brim of the hat obscured her appearance, and only the corners of her slightly raised lips were visible, "Jin Zun, this is what you owe us."
It’s another night shift, and starting from tomorrow, it will be time to switch to the early morning shift.
Su Mozheng came out of the blue back door. The time on her watch was already 12:30 in the morning. At this time, it was time to catch up on her sleep and have a good night's sleep tomorrow. Only then would she have the energy to go to work in the early morning.
Have you adapted? Maybe! Su Mozheng asked and answered by herself.
The autumn night is more than a few temperature points different from the daytime. I took the bus in the early morning, arrived home, opened the door, lit the lamp, and washed up. I behaved as usual, but I felt that something was missing? Something was missing, yes,
She knocked on Mo Qin's door. Usually at this time, Mo Qin would open the door and come out. Today, not.
"Dong dong dong -" After the knock on the door, the door still did not open. Su Mozheng frowned and knocked on the door again, "Moqin, are you asleep?"
With a click, the door opened automatically. Su Mozheng was about to leave, but when she saw the door opened, she habitually poked her head in and tried to press the button in the room skillfully - "Sister, no!" Moqin panicked.
He yelled, his voice was trembling, and Su Mozheng could hear a hint of choking crying.
She is crying! Why? Who bullied her?
She walked towards the sound, getting closer and closer, and then she saw a thin body nestled in the corner of the wall next to the closet in the dark. Her body was buried together, so Su Mozheng couldn't see clearly.
In the darkness, only her shoulders were shaking slightly, and sobs could be heard. In panic, Su Mozheng went back and pressed the room light button.
When the lights were turned on and the room was bright, Mo Qin raised her head in panic. The tear-stained face suddenly came into Su Mozheng's sight. She hurriedly buried her head in her knees and refused to come out.
"Mo Qin, what's wrong? Who bullied you? Tell your sister, and she will go and settle the score with her!" Su Mo Zheng slowly leaned over, knelt down and held Mo Qin in her arms.
"Sister--" Su Moqin cried out in pain, "I can't be a human anymore, sister!" Her hand tightly grasped Su Mozheng's wrist, "Sister, you have to help me, you have to help me
…”
"Say it, I'll listen, please speak it carefully!" Su Mozheng comforted her in a panic.
"Sister, haven't you watched the news?" Su Moqin wiped her tears and looked at her through the slits of her eyes.