Madam, the entire entertainment industry is looking forward to your divorce

Chapter 51
Although Ji Shao left, his words were etched in Song Anhao's heart.

Ji Shao was right.

Because of Shen Xiuran's living environment since he was a child, his personality is different from ordinary people. He is really not good at interpersonal communication, and his thinking logic and expression are also different from others.

So, did she make a big deal out of it?
Was it too much for him just now?
Do you want to bow your head first?
Just as Song Anhao's heart wavered a little, Shen Xiuran gave her a cold look, turned around resolutely and went back to the room, and slammed the door hard.

"boom……"

Song Anhao was stunned on the spot, and the fire came up.

"Still losing your temper with me? I didn't do anything wrong! Just ignore it, hum!" As he spoke, he also turned around and went back to the room, slamming the door hard.

She didn't know, but she was just going out to spend the night with her friends.

Why did Shen Xiuran refuse to agree and still be so angry!

Although she usually goes along with Shen Xiuran in everything, she also has a temper, and she will never bow her head or compromise this time.

Because there is a tough battle to be fought tomorrow, Song An goes to bed early.

The next day
Shen Xiuran came back from the morning run, half an hour earlier than usual, took a shower in the room, changed into clean clothes, went downstairs, and sat at the dining table.

The housekeeper Zhongbo ordered the servant to serve the dishes.

Shen Xiuran didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, and glanced at the stairs from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

Seeing that the breakfast was getting colder, Uncle Zhong hesitantly called out: "Sir..."

Without raising his head, Shen Xiuran said coldly, "Tell Madam to go downstairs for breakfast!"

Uncle Zhong was taken aback for a moment, and replied, "Madam left an hour ago!"

Hearing this, Shen Xiuran's handsome face sank, his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he asked expressionlessly, "Where did Madam go?"

Uncle Zhong replied truthfully: "Madam said that the school has classes today!"

After hearing his words, Shen Xiuran stopped talking, picked up the bowls and chopsticks and started eating.

However, my husband, who has always had a poor appetite, ate less today. After eating half a bowl of abalone noodles, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and went to the company.

Uncle Zhong looked at the almost untouched breakfast in puzzlement.

Why did he think that the husband's poor appetite today was due to the absence of the wife?
Immediately, this speculation was quickly denied.

Madam has only been in the door for a few days, how could she have such a big impact on Mr.

It must be his illusion!

Correct!
definitely is!

On the other side, Song Anhao came to her small apartment, Gu Weiwei was sitting on the sofa, watching her own entertainment news on TV.

"Today, newcomer Xiaohua Gu Weiwei was involved in a scandal involving half of the entertainment industry. Well-known directors, producers, and investors were all involved. Up until now, Gu Weiwei still hasn't made any response to it. ..."

"A netizen broke the news that Gu Weiwei committed suicide by jumping into the river last night, and her life and death are unknown..."

"Since the incident happened, the incident of Gu Weiwei sitting on the table to accompany drinks broke out on the Internet, followed by a large number of intimate photos with all kinds of men..."

"It is rumored that Gu Weiwei not only slept with her all the way to the top, but also took drugs..."

When the news was broadcast, a large-scale photo with a mosaic was placed next to it.

Gu Weiwei's face was as pale as snow.

Trembling violently.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the remote control are faintly white.

Song An walked over and turned off the TV in a calm manner: "Since you are not happy watching it, why do you want to watch it?"

Gu Weiwei's eyes were red, but the tears never fell down: "I knew that this matter would be a big hit, but I didn't expect them to be able to fabricate such a non-existent thing."

Song Anhao shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Isn't nude photos also fabricated? If you can make up nude photos, why can't you make up other ones? There are many ways to die alone. Now is the Internet age, and rumors are everywhere. With just one mouth, they can even say that you have killed someone!"

(End of this chapter)