Marriage not keeping house: Please stop, Young Master Feng

The An family never thought that Galen would turn his back on his promise. He used those photos to threaten to withdraw from the engagement before, and now he still has to post all those photos after the divorce.

Do you really think that An Jia is a vegetarian?
An Bianrong's first reaction was to suppress all those photos, so he ordered his subordinates to delete all the sources of those photos, but Galen seemed to deliberately oppose them, how fast they deleted them, and redistributed them as fast as you can.

This kind of gossip always spreads very fast, especially about the things between men and women, and it can never be contained.

So after a while, various photos of An Bianlin began to appear on the Internet, and those who did not know her identity also began to search for this person's information.It's like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger.

The things that An Bianlin did before were also regarded as a show. What kind of Antarctic scientific research, this woman did not research anything at all, and they were all innocuous reports, but because she was from the An family, she had to Post it for her face.

And hold her.

And her so-called magazine agency was only able to enter because of her background.When interviewing Feng Yi before, she crossed the field. She insisted on sticking to the interview, but she didn't expect Feng Yi to ignore her at all, and proposed to Gu Wan in that interview program.

Thinking about it carefully, this woman really doesn't have any skills, she can only put on a show.

Now that hypocritical skin has been exposed, she is simply worthless.

I heard that she was disfigured and was recently locked up in the Anjia Discipline. I don't know if it is true.The news from netizens always comes so fast, and a lot of gossip is always revealed from nowhere.

An Bianlin saw all this on the monitor, her face flushed with anger, and the scars on her face became more obvious.In the past few days, she didn't know how many ways to repair scars, but it didn't work!

Or not!No one can heal the scar on her face because it is hyperplastic.

It's all because of that woman Mu Ruoxi!
She had added things to her ointments, and those things had managed to leave marks on her face that would never go away.

"what!"

boom!
An Bianlin slammed the mouse on the display screen.

Things were not what they said at all. It was because of Galen's calculation that she had such a relationship with him. Those photos were all left by Galen to threaten him.An Bianlin couldn't bear it anymore, she took the keyboard and started typing.

She wanted to make it clear so that everyone could see that all of this was Galen's plot.

She is not a flirtatious, pretending woman.

An Bianlin gritted her teeth with a sullen face, scolding netizens on the Internet.She didn't use a small account, but instead used her usual social account.Those social accounts were originally applied for by her to create a good image of herself.

She also sent a lot of information, but all the comments below have changed, and they are all insults from netizens.

They scolded her with all kinds of ugly words.

How could An Bianlin alone be able to withstand tens of thousands of people, not to mention that she had a guilty conscience.Many of those papers and published materials were based on the materials of their predecessors. Those people dared not speak out and could only swallow their anger.

Now I finally saw An Bianlin's retribution. Everyone who was so close to An Bianlin all came out and broke the news.

One is more outrageous than the other, and An Bianlin's strange rules and habits are simply jaw-dropping.

The more An Bianlin watched, the angrier she became. In the end, she didn't think about it at all. She just thought of what to say, and even scolded netizens.She showed her vulgar side in front of everyone, and the good image she once created completely collapsed.

From now on, no matter who it is, they will never say that Ann Bianlin is a lady and a woman who knows the rules.

Sweat broke out on An Bianlin's forehead. When she calmed down and looked back to see what she had posted, she found that many of them involved personal privacy and involved many people. Her heart felt a little chilled.

I just feel that public relations... Maybe they don't have the ability to suppress everything.

A chill ran down her spine.

boom!
The door of her room was opened suddenly, the person who came was full of anger, the door was pushed against the wall vigorously, and shook a few times.

An Bianlin was shocked!
Looking back and staring, she saw An Bianrong walking in. She had never seen such a brother...

"An Bianlin, what are you doing! Can you do things through your brain!"

The best way to solve this matter is to suppress it, but she is fine, and she ended up tearing up with netizens. The vulgar words she said are not like those of a well-educated person, and she has no quality at all.

When An Bianrong saw it, he was completely angry, and he didn't know how to vent his anger.

"Brother... I was wrong."

An Bianlin's voice was trembling, "I really know I was wrong..."

"You know you are wrong, what's the use? Can you take back what you said before? An Bianlin, you are 35 years old, can you grow your brains!" An Bianrong really has nothing to do with this sister up.

He seemed to have never really understood her carefully, nor did he know that she was such a person.Seeing all that was exposed on the Internet, he couldn't help wondering, is this really his sister?Could it be that they just made up and wanted to pour dirty water on An's family!
but!All this is true!
"I……"

An Bianlin had nothing to say, and what was said could not be taken back.She saw more and more notifications on her phone, and some people even found out her phone number. Those unfamiliar numbers called in one after another. She asked herself, what are you doing?
At the very beginning, she was unwilling to let Gu Wan snatch her things, and then she made a wrong step, step by step.

"Look at your current appearance, do you still have a bit of the arrogance you used to have?" An Bianrong angrily placed the mirror next to the dressing table in front of her, letting her take a good look at her ghostly appearance.

The woman in the mirror has disheveled hair and black eyes. She hasn't washed at all. The 35-year-old's skin already has fine lines. During this period of torture, her face has already shown some signs of aging. Guan Jingyi's skin is better than hers.

On her cheek, the scar was particularly obvious, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and she looked slumped and ugly.

An Bianrong threw a stack of photos in front of her.

"have a look."

With trembling hands, An Bianlin picked up the stack of photos and flipped through them one by one.

This is a photo of her on her birthday a few years ago. In the photo, she is as proud as a princess, with a beautiful face and handsome male companions around her.She was dressed brightly, and she was the focus of all the audience's attention. Her face was full of confidence, and the word decadent did not match her at all.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, disdain flashed in her eyes, and she attached great importance to etiquette.

An Bianlin suddenly covered her face with her hands and burst into tears!

She was so good before, why did she become the ghost she is now!
"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Tears flowed continuously from between her fingers, An Bianlin thought about the comparison before and after, this kind of comparison made her want to cry a good time.

"It's not too late. We will help you find a solution for the scars on your face, but your character needs to be adjusted by yourself."

"Bian Lin, I have always regarded you as my sister and never gave up on you, but you let me down time and time again."

After hearing An Bianrong's words, An Bianlin raised her head and her eyes were full of water. She looked at An Bianrong with a blurred vision, "Brother...you believe me for the last time..."

"How can I trust you?"

An Bianrong sighed, "You have done so many wrong things, how can I trust you now." The expression on An Bianrong's face was complicated, and all kinds of feelings were mixed together, "This matter It's just you who came forward."

"I will ask someone to prepare a press conference. I think you should come forward and explain this matter. And give yourself a chance to prove yourself in front of everyone. As for whether you come or not, it depends on your decision."

He didn't force it, but this was his last chance for Bian Lin.

If she didn't come, then he might be completely disappointed with this sister, and he would never include her in his protection range from now on.It's just a stranger with a blood relationship.

An Bianlin was full of sadness, her heart was so sore that she couldn't open her mouth, tears kept falling.

In many cases, it only takes a moment for people to suddenly realize.

After doing so many things, she asked herself if she really liked Feng Yi?Or because I have never met a man who suits my heart, I can't help approaching him?Knowing his relationship with Gu Wan, because of the jealousy of being robbed of the love and care of her family, she couldn't help but confront Gu Wan, and had to compete in front of that man.

So, forget the original intention.

Maybe I don't like it that much, it's just because of the stubborn obsession.

What makes her come to this day most is the unyielding character in her character, the arrogance that never puts others in her heart... She can achieve her goals regardless of the consequences, but she has never made irreparable mistakes.

Should she be thankful that An Bianrong has not given up on herself until now!

"Brother..." Her hoarse voice suddenly stopped An Bianrong who was leaving, and something settled in those eyes full of anger, "Thank you."

Thank you for giving me this opportunity to prove myself, even if people all over the world look down on me and don’t believe in me.In the end, there was An Bianrong who was willing to help her on the edge of the cliff, so that she would not be crushed to pieces for the rest of her life.