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"Hey, is this person the daughter-in-law named Huang Yong paparazzi?"

"It seems to be her. I checked Weibo today. She and that paparazzi's daughter are studying in our elementary school!"

"Tsk tsk, I have to tell my girl to stay away from her daughter when I get home, so don't implicate my daughter in this matter."

"Her husband is actually a paparazzi, and he is also the number one paparazzi who broke the news that Li Zian's mother was seriously ill. I have seen his husband before, and he looks quite kind-hearted. I didn't expect his heart to be so dark. This is really knowing people, knowing the face but not the heart, eating people Blood Mantou is not soft-spoken at all!"

"With a husband like this, how can his wife get well?"

...

Listening to the whispers in her ears, Cheng Xue resisted countless strange eyes. She pretended to be calm, but her hands under her sleeves were constantly trembling.

A huge sense of humiliation welled up in my heart.

Especially when others talked about her daughter, Cheng Xue's heart felt like being pricked by a needle.

At this moment, she really wanted to hysterically shout at those who criticized her, her daughter is innocent, she is just a child, don't implicate her in the affairs of adults.

But every time she had the courage to think about what her husband had done, all her courage was gone, and she was like a deflated ball.

Her daughter is innocent, so aren't Li Zian's mother, family, and friends innocent?

Li Zian's mother is even in a vegetative state, and his husband still hasn't let her go. Compared to his own daughter, is Li Zian more miserable?

How could she call others innocent when her husband acted like this?

Cheng Xue wanted to turn around and leave, but she had to stand here because she wanted to pick up her daughter.

In the face of criticism and advice from everyone, there was no one in the circle with Cheng Xue as the center and a radius of about one meter. Cheng Xue was completely isolated from others.

Standing here, Cheng Xue never felt that the time would be so long.

"Ring ring ring..."

When the crisp school bell rang, Cheng Xue was relieved.

When she received her daughter, she picked up her daughter and turned around to leave, while covering her daughter's face with a mask.

"Mom, I haven't said goodbye to my classmates yet."

The daughter looked at the hurried mother, she tilted her head, and her voice was full of childishness.

When Cheng Xue heard her daughter's words, her nose was sour, and she tried to hold back the tears from falling from her eyes.

However, at this moment, several reporters with reporter badges popped out in front of Cheng Xue.

"Excuse me, are you Huang Yong's wife, Cheng Xue? What do you think about Li Zian's disclosure of your information to the public?"

"Ms. Cheng Xue, do you know that your husband is a paparazzi?"

"Ms. Cheng Xue, your husband is the paparazzi who first exposed and hyped Li Zian's mother's illness. Did you know about it?"

...

Several reporters were holding microphones, followed by photographers carrying cameras. When they saw Cheng Xue, they immediately asked questions.

Faced with inquiries from many reporters, Cheng Xue was just an ordinary person. She had never seen such a battle before, and she couldn't help but seem very panicked.

"Yes... I'm sorry, you have identified the wrong person, I am not Cheng Xue."

"I'm sorry, please excuse me, I don't know who Huang Yong is."

While protecting her daughter's face, Cheng Xue avoided the cameras of the reporters, walked quickly to the side of the road, and got into a taxi in a panic.

"Where are you going, ma'am?"

"drive."

"Ma'am, you have to tell me where to go first?"

"Drive!!!"

Cheng Xue shouted with some breakdown, tears welled up in her eyes.

Seeing Cheng Xue's appearance, and then looking at the reporter beside the car, the taxi driver tactfully did not ask any more questions, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away quickly.

"Mom, why are you crying? What do those uncles and aunts mean by paparazzi?"

The daughter stretched out her immature little hand to help Cheng Xue wipe away her tears, and at the same time tilted her head and asked with some doubts.

When Cheng Xue heard this, she stretched out her arms to hold her daughter in her arms, and burst into tears silently.

go home.

Cheng Xue had already controlled her emotions.

Looking at Huang Yong who was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, the ashtray in front of him was filled with dense cigarette butts.

"I'm home……"

Huang Yong's voice was hoarse, his hair was messed up like a hornet's nest, and his whole body seemed to have emptied his soul.

Cheng Xue looked at Huang Yong, tears streaming down her face.

"I plan to take my daughter back to her natal family for a while."

"When are you coming back?"

"When will you let our mother and I walk on the street without being blamed by thousands of people, when will we come back." Cheng Xue led her daughter and walked slowly into the house: "Or, we divorce, and my daughter will follow me."

Huang Yong's body shook slightly, and there was a look of pain in his eyes.

"ah!"

Huang Yong grabbed his hair with both hands, roaring in a low voice.

Soon, Cheng Xue came out of the bedroom carrying a suitcase.

Looking at his wife and daughter, Huang Yong suddenly came to his daughter, half kneeling on the ground, stroking her head with his right hand trembling slightly.

A man in his forties, crying.

"Ninny, it's dad who made a mistake. Dad has made mistakes. Dad will bear it. Dad will never let you, nannie, bear it."

Holding his daughter, Huang Yong cried loudly.

Cheng Xue watched this scene, she covered her mouth and cried silently.

But in the end, she still took her daughter and left home.

A mistake is a mistake. All she can do is keep her daughter from being implicated. This is the only thing she can do as a mother.

...

"let's break up."

Du Quan looked at his fiancée in front of him, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"For...why?"

Zhu Kexin turned sideways, avoiding Du Quan's gaze.

"What's the reason, don't you really know? Why bother to ask knowingly."

Zhu Kexin said softly, her eyes were red.

Three years of relationship, she is also heartbroken at this moment.

"Just because I'm a paparazzi?!"

Du Quan shouted in a broken voice.

"It's because you lied to me!" Zhu Kexin turned around in vain and looked at Du Quan, who was also red-eyed. Tears welled up in her eyes: "You lied to me that you were a photographer from a big studio, you lied to me Said that you are an entertainment reporter, you lied to me for three years, you lied to my parents for three years, and you are even about to get married, you are still lying to me!"

"If you had told me from the beginning that you were a paparazzi who secretly took pictures of other people's privacy, that you were a paparazzi who ate human blood, that you were a paparazzi who would do anything for money, we might not have started at all!"

Du Quan has never seen such Zhu Kexin. In his heart, his girlfriends have always been gentle and virtuous, soft-spoken, and always have a smile on their faces. He has never seen such a hysterical girlfriend. Best wishes.

At the same time, Zhu Kexin's words pierced his heart like a knife.

It hurts, it hurts...

But he was powerless to refute.

"Why don't you tell me you're a paparazzi?"

"Because you know what kind of profession this is, because you know how dirty and nasty this profession is, because you understand that this profession will shame you and your family!"

"This profession is indeed profitable, but behind this huge profit is the blood of others!"

Zhu Kexin was a little out of breath from shouting, she was tired from shouting, and her heart died.

"We're done, may you be well."

After Zhu Kexin finished speaking, she didn't look at Du Quan again, turned around and left here quickly.

Du Quan looked at Zhu Kexin's back, his red eyes could no longer hold back the tears.

He collapsed to the ground, beating the floor tiles frantically with his right hand.

A home that is clearly within reach...

It's just ruined.

...

Scenes similar to Du Quan and Huang Yong are being staged one after another across the country.

Some fled with their families, and they looked like bereaved dogs; some wives and children left, leaving only one person at home; some were accused by thousands of people and lost face in front of friends and family; It's hard to avoid being pointed at by others...

When it was their turn to bear their usual means, they realized how painful it was for the person they had hurt...