Rebirth of the National Male God Chapter 1231:

Throw the reporters looking at each other.

Seeing this scene, both the audience on the spot and the people watching the live broadcast are puzzled.

And Shu Cheng left without saying a word, without giving any response, which is considered very impolite behavior by many people.

"What's the matter! Shu Cheng left like this? We took a special plane all day to come from abroad!!!"

"Yes! That's it, it's too irresponsible! Is this a big name?"

“I think it’s not just about playing big names. Today I feel very nervous when I look at Shu Cheng. I seem to be afraid of doing wrong things. There is a feeling that I’m empty and I’m afraid people will find out!”

"Yes, yes, I feel the same way! In addition to the very ordinary opening remarks today, Shu Cheng was very strange when answering media questions. I felt like I couldn’t answer anything!"

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Fans from all over the world who are still watching the live broadcast on the Internet see Shu Cheng leaving in a hurry.

Not at all clear about the situation.

【Why did the male **** leave like this? Is it uncomfortable? What's the situation? ! 】

[When the group of reporters just interviewed, the male **** seemed to be unable to answer anything. Kojima was designed by herself. Even if it is uncomfortable, you should just say a few words. It’s strange that you can’t answer a word! ! 】

[Yes, the same attitude when asked about Gone with the Wind. 】

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Shu Cheng did not look at the phone or listen to the comments on the scene. She all knew how much suspicion and suspicion those messages should be.

She embraced these arms, her entire body buried on her knees and shrunk into a ball.

In the dark corner, cast a light and dark alternating.

Rong Junyi looked at Shu Cheng distressedly, wishing she could share her common pain.

Several days after that, Shu Cheng shut up and said nothing.

Sometimes even leaning on the sofa, bottle after bottle of wine pouring into the mouth, regardless of the consequences.

She sat on the floor drunkenly, surrounded by scattered wine bottles and gurgling alcoholic liquid.

A mess on the ground.

And even more messy than this, there is Shu Cheng's heart.

She tried to pick up pieces of pieces and put them together to restore her memory in her mind, but to no avail.

"Ahhhh! I can't do anything now! Singing can't! Acting can't! Singing can't! I'm a waste!" Shu Cheng hugged his head in pain, tearing his heart Shouted with split lungs, two lines of tears running down his cheeks.

Slap, tears after another on the floor.

She gasps, and her heartache makes it difficult to breathe.

Every time at this time, Rong Junyi will rush forward with the fastest speed, hug Shu Cheng, and give her a warmest embrace.

His chin rested on Shu Cheng’s black hair, comforting him gently: "It’s okay, it’s okay, no matter what happens, everything is mine."

"Trust me." The man's voice was low, and it rang in Shu Cheng's ears. Even if he couldn't sing, act, or write, he didn't care.

As long as his child can get well, nothing else matters.

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For the past few days, for Shu Cheng, it is like the end of the world. The sky is gray, the vegetation is gray, and even the air has a smell of smoke.