"Thank you, uncle."

Rong Yu took it, and then looked at the large-screen smartphone, although it was a foreign language, but she was proficient in many Chinese, these are not problems.

She clicked on the search engine and was about to type in her name.

However, at this moment, a piece of news popped up, and the headline on it was eye-catching: [International supermodel brings bad underage drug use and bad influence. ］

Inexplicably, when Rong Yu saw it, his eyelids jumped.

After she clicked on it, sure enough, the first photo exposed on it was her.

A photo of her walking the runway.

Then the following sprinkled narration of the facts that have been added to the vinegar, as if it were true, describing her as a social scum, scum, vicious and ruthless woman.

Naturally, the internet is flooded with unsightly abuse.

It even spread abroad.

Rong Mo looked at the messages with sunglasses, and her face froze expressionlessly for a while.

Until the uncle saw that her expression was wrong, and thought that something was wrong with her, when he came up to take a look, he saw the information she was concerned about, and the uncle glanced at it, and suddenly muttered angrily: "This kind of person is a bastard, how can there be such a bad person, with a bad child, what are you waiting to do if you don't block it!" ”

Rong Yu's fingertips trembling as he held the phone: "......"

After a while, the corners of her lips pulled slightly, and she smiled: "Uncle, do you also believe this kind of news on the Internet, maybe this is not the truth." ”

The uncle wiped his forehead with a towel, "If it is, of course, I hope that this person will not end well, if not, then the pure person will clear herself, and God will give her a clean slate." ”

Rong Yu's eyes waved: "......"

Her face was still a little pale, she returned the phone to the uncle, smiled slightly and said thank you, and then turned around and left.

"Hey, girl, take some clams and go back and taste them......"

The uncle's voice sounded behind him, but Rong Yu didn't look back, waved his hand, and left directly.

But she had not been long away when she saw a man standing in front of her.

I don't know how long I've been standing there.

The temperature in Okinawa was slightly warmer than in the country, and he had something to do for a while, so he wore a well-textured black suit, and at this time the suit jacket was carried in his hand, and the sleeves of the white shirt were slightly rolled up, revealing his slender arms.

The sea breeze blew slightly, ruffling the messy hair on his forehead.

Rong Yu didn't know if he was fascinated by this wind, and suddenly he felt very uncomfortable in his eyes, sour, swollen, and even his little nose was a little sour.

When he walked in front of Su Xian, his eyes were already hazy.

Su Xian looked at her appearance, he didn't say anything, just raised his other hand, rubbed her head, and then took her cold hand and walked back.

The two of them left more and more footprints on the beach, and their figures became farther and farther away.

Rong Mo finally couldn't hold back his red eyes.

She didn't know what her emotions were, was she sad, what she was most worried about happened, how could she not be uncomfortable, what she saw just now was not only insulting herself, but even bringing him and her own family.

Are those exposed on the Internet the so-called truth?

Did they see with their own eyes that they had harmed Tian Muyu, instigated him, or forced him to take drugs?

But in the face of those curses, it was so insulting that she couldn't reply at all, she couldn't state everything.

Because—