Chapter 72

"superstar."

Xu Er knocked Wen Zhiran to the ground with a punch, and looked down at him.

"Look at those people outside, look at the abuse on the Internet... You should really take a good look, these are all things you brought to her."

"And you, you only know one thing for so many years."

"Just like a leech, greedily hiding behind to suck her blood."

Before Wen Zhiran got up from the ground, Xu Er dropped these words and got into the car, and quickly drove away.

Wen Zhiran lay on the ground, looking at the car exhaust, as if suddenly discouraged.

Xu Er's words were still in his ears, Wen Zhiran stared blankly at the front, he could vaguely see Xie Mingyue's back through the translucent glass.

She just sat there quietly.

During the dispute between him and Xu Er, Xie Mingyue never came down to see him once.

Wen Zhiran pursed his lips, and punched the ground as if venting his anger.

The tingling pain came from the hand, Wen Zhiran clenched his teeth.

My sister was surrounded by those unscrupulous media just now, so it's normal not to want to talk to him now, as long as she's fine.

As for this matter, he always has the opportunity to explain slowly.

Having said that, Wen Zhiran felt an uncontrollable panic in his heart.

Especially Xu Er's words just now lingered in his mind.

"Hasn't she been scolded enough in the past few years!"

Wen Zhiran pursed his mouth hard until it turned white.

During his years in the entertainment industry, fans have complained a lot about his sister's control over her, and he knows this.

However, there are many companies and agents in the circle who have been scolded by fans for sucking blood, and Xie Mingyue is not the only one.

What's more, the fans are just a group of well-behaved and considerate little girls, no matter what, they just blame Xie Mingyue for a few words, Wen Zhiran has never cared about it.

...If Xie Mingyue could relax a little bit of the demands on him under the blame of the fans, it would be better, and the dispute between them would be avoided.

From what Xu Er just said, it seems that this is not the case.

Wen Zhiran was a little flustered, and was about to go home, but was blocked by the media he had found.

A microphone was brutally poked into his face, followed by a series of questioning:

"Teacher Wen, may I ask you..."

"Teacher Wen..."

When Wen Zhiran was surrounded, Xu Er sent Xie Mingyue home.

Xie Mingyue sat in the back seat the whole time and never spoke.

When Xie Mingyue's house was downstairs, Xu Er remembered what happened today, he hesitated to speak several times, but finally he didn't speak.

"have a good rest."

Xu Er looked at Xie Mingyue's downcast eyes, and said, "Call me anytime if you have anything to do."

There is also a hotel near the residential area, Xu Er was worried about leaving for too long, so he thought about staying nearby for a night.

It was only a matter of time before the media found Xie Mingyue's address, and he didn't dare to bet on the probability of an accident happening.

Except for this sentence, he didn't ask much about today's affairs.

Xie Mingyue responded lightly.

Xu Er pursed his lips slightly, watching Xie Mingyue close the door with a bad expression, he couldn't help worrying, and his dissatisfaction with Wen Zhiran deepened.

It's all caused by Wen Zhiran!

When Xu Er complained about Wen Zhiran, Wen Zhiran on the other side finally got rid of the entanglement of the media.

Because of the tugging just now, Wen Zhiran's hair was disheveled, and he looked a little embarrassed.

After dealing with the company, Wen Zhiran closed the house, already exhausted.

He has been living in the crew recently, and he hasn't been back to this house for a long time.

The curtains in the house are tightly drawn, there is no gap to let the sunlight in.

Hearing that Ran ran around all day, his clothes and pants were not clean enough, so he simply sat down on the ground.

There were no noisy voices in the villa area, and in the suffocating silence, Wen Zhiran opened Weibo.

He didn't know what he would face, but he already felt uneasy in advance.

The recent trending entries on Weibo are nothing more than those few, Wen Zhiran hurriedly passed by, the unsightly words under the comments, mixed with insults to Xie Mingyue, cut his eyes sharply like daggers.

Hearing that Ran pursed his mouth tightly, as if escaping, he quickly withdrew to comfort himself: It's just that today's event is too big, and fans haven't had time to accept it.

Previously...previous reviews would not have been like this.

Wen Zhiran enlightened himself, but his heart became heavier and heavier.

He entered Xie Mingyue's certified Weibo almost urgently, pulled all the Weibos to the top, and started reading from the first comment.

"Bitch, all she knows is to pick on us and suck blood!"

"The activity is so close to him, no man can't survive, right?"

"I don't know where the resource came from, but it's all xxx behind my back!"

A comment after another, mixed with the most malicious, mixed with words that cannot pass the review, overwhelming.

"I came out of the hotel with Mr. Wang in the middle of the night. Is it already unclear?"

No, Wen Zhiran looked at the picture posted in the comment area, and eagerly denied it in his heart.

That time it was just too late to discuss cooperation, Mr. Wang was drunk, Xie Mingyue watched the assistant send him back to the hotel before leaving.

Wen Zhiran remembered clearly that because of drinking too much that day, Xie Mingyue turned her head and stomach ached for two days.

"How long will it take for Xie Wuliang to exploit Wen Zhiran! Don't you prepare the clothes for the event, let him wear them!"

— No, it was his own accidental damage.Because it was a few years ago when he was out of popularity, the clothes were still borrowed from the brand. Later, Xie Mingyue and the staff who met him apologized many times.

Wen Zhiran's lips were dry, and his throat felt uncomfortable as if something was blocked.

He seemed to have lost his ability to think, and could only mechanically and numbly read those remarks over and over again.

The more you go up, the more comments, especially in recent years, the geometric multiples of comments.

The content posted by Xie Mingyue has changed again and again, only the content in the comment area has not changed.

Seeing the back, Wen Zhiran can hardly recognize many words.

Those words...can be used to attack a living person?

Wen Zhiran was speechless.

He finally felt a kind of dull pain at this moment, it was not clear, it was a kind of numb dull pain, like a soft barrier, waiting to fall on him with little strength left.

It was as if the attacks that fell on Xie Mingyue for so many years, after a long buffer, came to the person concerned in another form.

Even the pain is not timely.

Wen Zhiran's face was ugly, and she almost didn't dare to speculate on what kind of mood Xie Mingyue felt when she saw these comments.

He was still flipping through it repeatedly, as if he had to disassemble each word and swallow it alive in order to fully understand the meaning.

It turns out that my sister has been enduring this kind of thing for so many years?

Xie Mingyue... never told him.

And he really believed it.

Wen Zhiran turned to the last one.

In the empty room, only the screen of the mobile phone is bright, weakly illuminating Wen Zhiran's slumped face.

It's strange that he has ignored so many things that are so obvious on his face over the years, but he has ignored them time and time again.

Wen Zhiran suddenly remembered the dispute with his sister in a trance, he looked at her disappointedly, and shouted at her: "How did you become like this! I really don't know you!"

Wen Zhiran recalled this juncture again, and he could clearly remember how Xie Mingyue's face was grayed out inch by inch.

Is it because of these things?

Thinking of Xie Mingyue's inexplicable attitude recently, Wen Zhiran hardly dared to think about it.

Is it because there are too many such things, so my sister...is disappointed in him.

Xu Er's words pierced through him again in a strange way, and hit him head-on.

"You will always just hide behind her, sucking blood like a leech!"

Wen Zhiran covered his face with his hands dejectedly, and collapsed on the ground.

After a long time, he dialed the number with a sullen face, his voice hoarse: "...it's me."

"Contact the media, I want to clarify this matter."