Chapter 12 Public Opinion (I)

Lan Su thought Huo Yan was horrible.

　　She thought, this man grew up in Southeast Asia, fought his way out of the Huo family's heirs at a young age, and three of his wives died. His life must have been filled with blood, rain, and swords.

　　But in fact, apart from the killer she met for the first time, she never saw any dangerous people again.

　　Even the "van" that she had been anxiously speculating about all the way was just an ordinary paparazzi.

　　But she was right about one thing - the tracking was indeed done intentionally by Huo Yan.

　　[Wealthy CEO Huo Yan finds a new lover, fair-skinned and beautiful, good things are coming]

　　[Huo Yan and a mysterious woman appeared in a beauty salon, holding hands and getting out of the car with intimacy]

　　[While his deceased wife's body is still warm, Huo Yan looks for a new lover]

　　[The newcomer has outstanding temperament and is suspected to be a rich girl]

　　The next morning, media from the entertainment and business circles reported the same incident. The headlines of every edition were photos of the beauty salon entrance from different angles.

"Mr. Huo."

　　Jiang Feng called early in the morning, "There are many reporters at the company gate. I guess there will be more and more as public opinion ferments. Should we drive them away, or wait for you to come to the company and respond?"

　　Huo Yan sat on the sofa, holding his phone in one hand and stroking Mini's fur with the other:

　　"Let it sit for a while. Let's whet people's appetite before holding the press conference."

　　"Okay, I know."

　　After hanging up the phone, Jiang Feng repeated her words, but the assistant Xu Panpan didn't understand:

　　"Is this press conference a press conference to respond to the relationship, or a new product launch for the couple's necklace from our company?"

　　Jiang Feng threw the newly printed flow chart onto her desk and looked at her as if she were a rookie:

　　"New product launch."

　　Xu Panpan thinks it's not possible:

　　"But now our relationship has made the headlines. If we don't respond, what if the media writes nonsense about it and affects sales?"

Jiang Feng walked over in high heels, pressed the flow chart with the coffee in his hand, and gave a warning look:

　　"We need to let them write. The messier they write, the more eye-catching it will be. Once the onlookers outside stir up the heat, the traffic to the new product launch conference will be maximized. Do you understand?"

　　Xu Panpan suddenly realized, and her mouth, which was as wide as an egg, closed and exclaimed:

　　"High, really high..."

　　At the same time, Lan Su, who was at the center of public opinion, turned on her phone and experienced the first impact of the multimedia era. The overwhelming headlines, the hot posts and comments, and the photo of her and Huo Yan taken by the paparazzi that day, were like raindrops hitting the lake without reason.

"Wear this necklace at the press conference the day after tomorrow."

　　After taking the necklace from Huo Yan, she finally understood why this man deliberately let the paparazzi follow him.

　　After all, he sacrificed his marriage and spent a three million wedding ring. The time, resources, and money involved were comparable to a project worth hundreds of millions. When it came time to reap the rewards, of course he had to work hard and reap as much as he could.

No wonder this guy always says that marriage is a transaction.

　　"This is planning."

　　Huo Yan handed over a brown paper bag, "Including the character's background, the design inspiration of the necklace, and the slogan, take a look at them all."

　　Lan Su took it, untied the rope of the cover, and took out the document with more than ten pages.

　　"good."

　　She had a very strange posture when looking at things, and liked to get very close. She huddled on the sofa, elbows tucked into her sides, knees together, toes slightly raised, dragging the documents with her thighs, head buried low, wishing she could curl up into a ball.

　　Huo Yan saw this and his brows gradually twisted into a frown, suspecting that this man was a earthworm in his previous life.

Later she realized that this was a common problem in the antique industry. They like to get close to the objects and see the texture and even the fiber fluff on the surface of the objects clearly. First, they can tell the authenticity and second, the age .

　　In fact, there is another reason - no one has told Lan Su that her posture when reading is strange.

　　No one taught her.

　　She is an orphan .

　　When she was concentrating on studying the design inspiration of this necklace, Huo Yan's voice suddenly came from above her head:

　　"Can you read?"

　　Lan Su paused, and listened to these three words from his left ear to his right ear, and then from his right ear to his left ear, interpreting a hint of insult in them.

　　He looked up: "Of course."

　　But when these three words entered her left ear for the second time, she suddenly remembered her identity - a sickly girl who had been in a coma and in a vegetative state since she was 10 years old.

　　Huo Yan nodded in agreement and asked, "What grade are you in?"

　　Lan Su replied: "Fifth grade."

　　This is the truth. When she was picked up by the Lan family, she was 9 years old and in the 5th grade.

　　Later, in order to train her to be a thug, the Lan family stopped her from receiving further education. She just secretly studied online courses for a while and learned some English.

　　"Eri."

　　Huo Yan considerately called the housekeeper and made the kindest decision of his life, "Go to the study and get the Xinhua Dictionary."

　　Lan Su gnashed her teeth, thinking that she had been in the underworld for so many years, when had she ever used the Xinhua Dictionary? Why did she need to use a dictionary for a poor plan?

She couldn't help licking her back teeth. She couldn't show it, and she had to smile:

　　"Thank you, that's very thoughtful of you."

　　Huo Yan accepted her thanks in full, and a hint of amusement appeared on his cold face:

　　"We are legal spouses and partners. We should help each other."

　　So Lan Su lowered his head to look at the documents again, and during this time he had to take the old edition of the Xinhua Dictionary that Ai Li had found and pretend to look for unfamiliar characters.

　　For the entire morning, Huo Yan was immersed in the role of "partner", staying by Lan Su's side so that she could answer her questions in time in case she had any doubts about some professional business terms.

　　This meant that Lan Su had to play the role of a qualified partner. When he came across a word that the elementary school students might not know, he would look up the word in the dictionary based on the radicals.

　　But it happens that someone next to you will see it.

　　"This is pronounced 'yao'."

　　Seeing her looking up the dictionary every time for a very simple word, Huo Yan felt pity for her.

　　Lan Su's fingers twitched, and he cursed in his heart, then took a pen and wrote a pinyin on it:

　　"Thanks."

The two most difficult types of people to play in the world: a madman; an illiterate.

　　Now she is almost forced into the first type by the second type of role.

　　"This is pronounced as 'Yun'."

　　"Thanks."

　　"This is 'Yi'."

　　"Thanks."

　　"Don't you know 'Qiao'?"

　　"..."

　　Xiaolan, who was hiding in the kitchen, laughed so hard that her shoulders twitched, and her face turned pink as she revealed the secret:

　　"Actually, Miss Lan knows how to read."

　　She told Ai Li with a smile: "She was reading a book last night and read ten lines at a glance."

　　Ai Li was not surprised: "Not necessarily. She has been in a coma since she was 10 years old and has not received any education. It is normal that she does not know many words."

　　"bias."

　　"fact."

　　"Tsk, why don't you believe me, Boss? You can't allow heroes to emerge from youth? Besides, what is the Lan family's financial status? In the fifth grade, let alone Chinese characters, English is just like a jingle!"

　　After hearing what she said, Ai Li felt that it made sense. He crossed his arms over his chest, and wrinkles appeared on his black shirt:

"Then tell me, why does she pretend not to know how to read?"

　　"Don't you understand this?"

　　Xiaolan lay at the kitchen door, looking eagerly at the living room. Her eyes turned into spring hearts, flickering and full of pink bubbles:

　　"This is love~ Didn't you see how attentive Mr. Huo is? This is called one is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten. One pretends not to know and wants to teach her, while the other teaches her hand by hand. The love between husband and wife, learn something from this."

　　Ai Li looked again and again, but still couldn't see the so-called love. But then he thought, Mr. Huo is indeed rarely so attentive. Moreover, Lan Su is the only spouse she is willing to get a marriage certificate for. Could it be that Xiao Lan really hit the nail on the head by mistake?