Chapter 28 Red Carpet (V Chapter 4 in 1)

The press conference started on time at 7 pm. According to the process, a total of 108 jewelry companies participated in the conference, 18 of which served as representatives to showcase the main products of the new quarter.

　　Mei Ailiya is the best in the country. As the general manager, Huo Yan was able to be the first to attend and introduce the new season's products.

　　Melting winter.

　　She drove her wheelchair up from the left side of the stage and stopped in front of the microphone at a steady and even speed.

　　The black suit absorbs all the light from her body. Her short light chestnut hair is tied behind her head, close to her scalp. This hairstyle that most female stars avoid becomes holy because of her three-dimensional facial features. Her attention is drawn to her deep sunken eyes, as if she is sinking into a deep pool.

　　"The design inspiration of Rong Dong mainly comes from the designer's feelings for her daughter. In order to make her newborn daughter feel warm in the cold winter, the designer used light pink South Sea white pearls as the main stone of Rong Dong. The small pearls on the bracelet are made into the direction of water flow, which means that the warm ocean entrusts the pearls to move forward slowly, which is love and care. This is Mei Ailiya's main work in winter, and she also wants to send warmth to everyone present."

His words were concise and fluent, and they explained Rongdong's design concept concisely and accurately. Just by saying this, countless entrepreneurs and their families were moved and took pictures of the launch date in the lower right corner with their mobile phones.

　　Off the court, Huo Jun didn't care - the "Blue Rose" he snatched from Huo Yan was much more high-end, and at today's press conference, he would definitely be able to outshine the competition and become the headlines tomorrow.

　　Originally, according to the scale of the enterprise, the "beautiful" run by Huo Jun was far from enough to be on stage. Among all the large and small enterprises of the Huo family, only Huo Yan's "Mei Ailiya" and the third uncle's "Wenxin Family" were qualified. However, the old man Huo Shouping was the president of the Jewelry Chamber of Commerce. For his sake, the organizer also gave Huo Jun a place.

　　For today, he specially customized an Italian handmade suit. He also handed out business cards to every CEO at the cocktail party, claiming that his products would surely make people's eyes shine.

　　"Brother, it's up to you."

　　Huo Jingjing whispered. She must avenge the public humiliation she had suffered at the Champagne Tower.

　　Huo Jun patted her hands, confident:

　　"Don't worry. Blue Rose is Mei Ailiya's confidential project. They have been designing it for three years. Now that it is in our hands, why worry about not winning a pearl bracelet? When Blue Rose becomes popular, we will let you endorse it and pave the way for you in the entertainment industry. It will be a win-win situation."

　　They planned like this, as if they had figured out how to share the fruits of victory. They went on stage with their heads held high and proudly recounted the design concepts they had memorized from the annotations on the design draft. They spoke eloquently for a full five minutes, but the reaction from the audience was very strange.

Except for a few middle-aged bosses who took the lead in applauding, the younger ones, especially the heavyweight CEOs from Europe who were specially invited, had very serious expressions.

　　"I think..." The CEO assistant of Queen May, who had just talked to Huo Yan, stood up from his seat. Without a microphone, he questioned in a voice that everyone in the conference room could hear.

　　"This necklace is especially similar to the 10th anniversary souvenir of our company."

　　As soon as the words were spoken, they immediately received recognition from several European CEOs. During its 10th anniversary celebration last year, Queen May sent blue rose necklaces to many CEOs and customers of the same industry.

　　Huo Yan is one of them.

　　"Look at this picture, it seems quite similar."

　　"Is Mr. Huo obsessed with money? The most taboo thing in the fashion industry is plagiarism."

　　"Don't you see what kind of occasion this is?"

　　"He came to the new product launch conference openly and made Mr. Huo lose face."

　　"Fortunately, Mei Ailiya was handed over to Huo Yan to take care of, otherwise, she would have fallen into the hands of this prodigal sooner or later!"

The discussions were like beans jumping on a drum, rumbling and rolling, one after another.

　　Huo Jun stood alone on the stage, feeling as if a knife had hit his spine. There was a sudden roar in his ears, and the spotlight above his head went out with a bang, leaving only a ray of white light focused on the wheelchair in the center of the first row.

　　There, Huo Yan's eyelids were half drooped, and the curve of his lips was extremely ironic - it was the contempt from heaven to earth when seeing a drowning dog struggling to death.

　　is her!

　　It's Huo Yan!

　　She deliberately got injured in the villa and let them take the hard drive. In fact, she had planned it long ago, putting the plagiarized design of Blue Rose on the hard drive, making them think it was the company's new winter product, and then promoting it, mass-producing it, and even shooting an endorsement advertisement for Huo Jingjing.

　　Everything is designed, just waiting for him to make a fool of himself at the global new product launch!

　　The media responsible for the live broadcast quickly made this segment the headline, and the news spread quickly throughout the fashion circle and even the celebrity circle. Huo Jun, Huo Wenxia, and Huo Jingjing took advantage of the chaos to get into a car and escape, but Huo Yan, with her unique "Rongdong" style, made it to the cover of a fashion magazine.

Snapped!

　　A slap pierced through the lounge, but Huo Yan remained motionless, but there was a bright red slap mark on his left cheek. A few strands of hair tied behind his head fell down, onto his cheek, and covered half of his eye.

　　The old man was furious:

　　"You did a great job!"

　　He put his hand down and steadied the crutch with the help of Song Yajun.

　　"You have brought shame to the Huo family!"

　　Seeing that he was about to take action, the third uncle quickly pulled the old man back and said, "Dad, if you have something to say, just say it properly. Why are you getting so angry?"

　　If there was anyone in the Huo family who was willing to protect Huo Yan, it would be the third uncle. But he was too weak, and after being glared at by the old man, he could only stand aside in disgrace, watching Huo Yan sink into the quagmire.

Song Yajun clutched a handkerchief, her wrinkled face stained with tears:

　　"Xiao Yan, how could you do this? Ajun is now disgraced, and such a big company was bankrupted by you! Even Jingjing, Jingjing can't hold her head up in the entertainment industry! We are all family, how could you use a plagiarized manuscript to deceive Ajun!"

　　Huo Yan poked his left cheek with his tongue, and the place where he was hit felt like it was burning and stinging.

　　She raised her hand, tucked her hair behind her ears, tilted her head back and gave a distant smile:

　　"Grandma, what are you saying? When the hard drive was stolen, it was Grandpa who told the police that he didn't see any hard drive. How should I know where the plagiarized design draft of my eldest brother came from?"

Everyone knew what was going on, but they all chose to play dumb. So they might as well pretend to the end. Ever since the day Huo Yan was branded as an illegitimate daughter, she was destined to be doomed to perish in this world of debauchery.

　　"you!"

　　The old man was furious. He had been in the business world all his life and had built the Huo family from a small business with two stores to the current business empire. He prided himself on being shrewd and calculating. He didn't want to be fooled by Huo Yan this time and took the whole family to fly a kite.

　　He raised the crutch and pulled hard, but before it hit Huo Yan, it was blocked by another body.

　　boom!

　　Lan Su pounced on Huo Yan like a moth to a flame. Huo Yan felt a darkness on his left side and something flew towards him. It was Lan Su's soft body. The next moment, the sound of a heavy object hitting Huo Yan came through the body and landed on Huo Yan's heart.

　　His mind paused, and when he looked up, he saw Lan Su biting his lower lip in pain, his brows furrowed, his eyes tightly closed, and deep furrows forming between his brows.

But the pain only lasted for 1 second. Even though his back, which was full of bones, was almost broken by the beating of the crutches, the fragility on Lan Su's face had disappeared when he turned to look at the old man.

　　One can't help but wonder whether she had been wasting her time in pain like this for countless days and nights in the past.

　　"Lan, Su."

　　Huo Shouping put down his cane. This was the first time that someone helped Huo Yan when she was teaching her a lesson. Moreover, it was this person who was said to have been in a coma for 11 years and did not belong to the Huo family.

　　His narrow eyes almost pierced through her, and finally focused on her expression of enduring pain and keeping silent. Such a forbearing expression would never appear on a spoiled young lady.

"I should have realized you were not simple on the first day you showed up."

　　The old and slow voice sounded like a poisonous snake walking in the deep forest. Dark brown age spots were attached to his face like blisters on the back of a toad. His eyes were empty and he asked:

　　"It was you who injured Ah Jun that day and later knocked the killer unconscious, wasn't it you?"

　　A heavy dark cloud descended from the sky, carrying with it occasional flashes of lightning and thunder, covering my chest, dispersing all the air, emptying my lungs of all the oxygen, making the air cramped, thin, and impossible to breathe.

　　Lan Su fainted.

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　　"Miss Lan Su's body is weaker than the average person."

　　Dr. Zhuang handed the sorted examination report to the old man and explained why she suddenly fainted.

　　"Her internal organs are smaller than normal people, especially her heart, which is only one-third of the normal size. This should be caused by external forces during her teenage development or malnutrition. If a person with this kind of physique is hit suddenly, she is likely to faint due to the sudden lack of blood supply. If possible, I hope she can stay in the hospital for two days so that we can observe her carefully."

Zhuang Jinwen is the most trusted doctor in the Huo Family Private Hospital. She inherited her father's legacy and returned to China to join this private hospital as soon as she graduated with a Ph.D. Usually, when the Huo family sees a doctor, they have to go through her hands and confirm it again and again before they feel at ease.

　　Since she also thought that Lan Su was in poor health, the old man put aside his doubts - the person who attacked in the old house that day was definitely not her.

　　Therefore, the whole family left in a mighty manner, and the hospital returned to peace in the middle of the night.

　　[Zhuang Jinwen: Miss, the person has left.]

　　After receiving this WeChat message, Huo Yan put the phone back on the bedside table and said to the person pretending to faint on the bed:

　　"They're gone, get up."

　　The person who was originally sleeping opened his eyes, and as if he had planned it long ago, he sat up tacitly and looked at someone sitting in a wheelchair beside the bed:

　　"How do you know I'm pretending?"

　　Huo Yan raised his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "The acting is not that great."

　　Lan Su was unhappy: "For example?"

Huo Yan explained: "When you really faint, it's not like you blink and your eyes suddenly close. Instead, your eyeballs start to lose focus, your eyelids become weak, and they close unconsciously."

　　This explanation was somewhat cold. For example, she never showed any concern that Lan Su was worried about her injury and fainting. Instead, she evaluated this graduation internship of the acting class with the attitude of a mentor.

　　The analysis makes sense. Lan Su plans to use it next time he pretends to be fainted.

　　But the unhappiness in my heart spread to Jinshan.

　　She raised her hand and pulled her long hair back, rubbing it from the nape of her neck to remove the static electricity stuck on her back, and then threw it back like a towel. Her hair was gentle, draped over her smooth evening dress like a mother's embrace, sliding down her back, and wrapping around her body with her shoulders tucked in and her chest retracted.

It was a quiet moment.

　　The sound of static electricity crackled, and the two living people suddenly looked like souls wandering in the wilderness. There was a cliff on the left and a grave on the right. Will-o'-the-wisp fire swayed in the whistling wind, allowing the two souls to barely see each other in the flickering light.

　　The eyes behind the lenses moved, the eyelids half drooped, revealing a touch of emotion.

　　"You don't have to take that hit for me."

　　Huo Yan said.

　　Lan Su turned around and saw only half-drooped eyelids. The thick eyelashes completely blocked the emotions in the eyes. She had no idea what this person was thinking.

　　"My pleasure."

　　She moved her lips slightly, bit the mucous membrane inside her mouth, and the previous scene flashed through her mind. She said:

　　"All of them are judging you. One of them is doing it, and the rest are just adding fuel to the fire. I can't stand it."

　　Just as Lan Haotian commented - Lan Su's biggest weakness is his soft heart. If you can grasp this point, you can also grasp this person.

The index finger on the wheelchair armrest trembled, and the plump nail bed turned white as the finger exerted force. Huo Yan smiled bitterly:

　　"I have been abandoned by my family a long time ago. They want to use me to protect the Huo family's territory, and I want to use this territory to conquer the world. In the final analysis, it is a business relationship."

　　So, there is no need to feel sad at all, because she has no relatives in that magnificent mansion.

　　Lan Su also had this feeling, or perhaps it could be said that they were two products carved from the same tragic mold.

　　She was only 8 years old at the time, and she was desperate with Lan Xiaoyu and almost starved to death. When she was first picked up by the Lan family, she was willing to repay her kindness with her life. At that time, the Lan family's antique business was in chaos, and there were countless people who robbed the goods. She followed the adults to travel all over the country, fell into rivers, went into fires, and fought with swords and axes. She almost died many times.

　　But her identity is just a knife of the Lan family. Even her only biological sister Lan Xiaoyu treats her as a knife under the corruption of fame and fortune.

　　"Ah..."

　　Thinking of this, Lan Su let out a bitter laugh. Thinking about what happened tonight, she felt as if she and Huo Yan were the only two people left in this world.

　　"It feels like I'm at war with the whole world."

　　She sighed.

　　Huo Yan shrugged his shoulders, already used to it:

"Or, you can change your mind now and go comfort your injured sister."

　　"I used to."

　　"What now?"

　　"My heart is broken."

　　Lan Su sat on the hospital bed with his back arched high, rubbing the soft quilt fabric with his hands, looking out the dark window. His eyes were looking far away, out of focus, but he seemed to have found a foothold deep in his mind and stood up with difficulty.

　　"When I was young, I didn't know much and thought there were many good people in the world. Later, when I grew up, I found that there were still many good people, but I became bad and didn't fit in with this world."

　　She turned her head and looked at Huo Yan with her back to the light, with an unclear emotion in her eyes:

　　"Huo Yan, I'm a bad person."

　　She passed judgment on herself.

　　Her shadow was cast on Huo Yan's face, just blocking the moonlight coming in from the window, making Huo Yan's face, like hers, plunged into darkness.

　　It's looking at each other, but also looking at oneself in the darkness.

　　The silent air was almost stagnant, and Huo Yan's calm but firm voice came through my swollen and aching eardrums:

　　"I'm not a good person either."

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　　Huo Jun's reputation plummeted, and as a result, the Fourth House as a whole became much more obedient and no longer dared to cause trouble for Huo Yan.

Two months later, Huo Jun's company went bankrupt, and the family of three cried in a media conference. For the sake of the family business, the old man also severely criticized Huo Jun in public, claiming that the Huo family resolutely resisted all plagiarism.

　　Privately, he allocated another 10 million to secretly open a hotel for Huo Jun.

　　On the other hand, Huo Yan's "Rongdong" sales volume is much higher than other products in the same industry, and Meiailiya's market value has increased by another three points.

　　At the same time, she also made some investments in the name of Mei Ailiya. Sometimes it was a media project, sometimes it was a variety show. A few years ago, she invested in a low-budget urban movie, which suddenly became a hit and grossed 3 billion yuan at the box office, allowing her to begin to emerge in the film and television industry.

　　"Mr. Huo, the organizer called us three times to invite you to the red carpet ceremony."

When Lan Su went to the company to pick up Huo Yan after get off work, Jiang Feng was discussing the red carpet of the film festival with her. Seeing that they were not free, she sat on the sofa beside her and waited.

　　At that time, Huo Yan was browsing the invitation letter sent to her by the organizer, without thinking:

　　"Tell them I'll go to the festival, but not the red carpet."

　　Jiang Feng was embarrassed: "But this is a call from President Liang herself, and it's hard to refuse her face. Besides, the company has just entered the film and television industry, and its foundation is not stable. With President Liang's connections, maybe things will go more smoothly in the future."

　　Huo Yan also knew this, but she always avoided the red carpet.

　　"When someone in a wheelchair walks on the red carpet, everyone will only focus on how disabled she is, and then show sympathy and pity, which will trigger a lot of saintly sentiments."

　　The more arrogant a person is, the less he wants others to talk about his pain.

　　Jiang Feng understood: "Then, we can find someone to represent the company."

　　On the sofa opposite, Lan Su was concentrating on playing Angry Birds. She never played games before, but after coming to the Huo family, she had more time, so she picked up the popular games when she was a child and played them one by one.

　　As she was playing, her sixth sense told her that someone was looking at her.

When she looked up, Huo Yan had already stopped in front of her. The eyes behind the lenses were calm but with a hint of negotiation:

　　"Would you like to go to the red carpet for me?"

　　"On your behalf?" Lan Su resisted subconsciously, "We two are not..."

　　She wanted to say, we are not that close, how can I represent you? Halfway through, she stopped and pulled her lower lip back into her teeth.

Huo Yan nodded, a hint of joy on her lips: "Legal spouse, legitimate and reasonable."

　　——————————

　　Film festivals are always crowded, especially in recent years, the entertainment industry has developed rapidly, old stars have revived their careers, new stars have emerged, the studios are getting bigger every year, and the number of reporters on the red carpet is increasing year by year. This year, three levels of stairs were even built. Otherwise, there would be no room.

Lan Su's look was chosen many times.

　　At first, the stylist team sent a record and selected several dresses from Milan Fashion Week, but none of them satisfied Huo Yan.

　　Clothes that are either too exaggerated, gaudy, or revealing, are obviously the kind that would make Lan Su feel restrained.

　　After all, when they first met, Lan Su already felt uncomfortable just by wearing a low-cut pink dress.

　　"Choose whichever you like."

　　In the end, Huo Yan simply asked the stylist to send over the finished pictures of all the dresses and let Lan Su choose by herself.

　　"I didn't walk the red carpet."

Lan Su pursed her lips. Just thinking about the whole wall of cameras and flash lights in front of her, every cell in her body began to tremble.

　　"I don't understand these fashions and dresses, just pick one at random."

　　In the past, when she was in the Lan family, all her clothes were black and easy to move around in. They were uniformly distributed by the Lan family, and she was treated the same as her bodyguards. She even had a mop-like hairstyle for eleven years, not to mention the so-called fashion.

　　Huo Yan held the cat, put his hand on the cat's back, and reminded it: "That was at the Lan family."

Turning his head, his eyes pierced through her inferiority complex: "With me, there is no such thing as casual talk. You are Lan Su now, and you are also Mrs. Huo. You must have likes and dislikes and take what you like with a purpose."

　　What on earth did the Lan family instill in her? They turned a living person into an obedient tool, castrated her emotions, cut off her preferences, like a vessel dug out from an ancient tomb, she would pretend to be whatever others gave her.

Housekeeper Ai Li dragged the tablet, looked at Huo Yan, then looked at Lan Su, and thought that although the boss had a good heart, her tone was too cold. So she changed the way she said it and reinterpreted her meaning:

　　"Ms. Lan, Mr. Huo means that the film festival will last a long time, including on the red carpet, where there are cameras everywhere, and you will inevitably feel uncomfortable. So, let you choose a dress that is comfortable to wear."

　　Lan Su glanced at Huo Yan, who pointed at the tablet with his chin. This action told her that she meant what Ai Li meant, and, as before, let Lan Su make his own decision.

　　Later, when Lan Su mentioned the period when he first arrived, Huo Yan would explain: "I am not qualified to make decisions for you. You have to have your own likes and dislikes."

　　At that time, Lan Su would glare at her and say, "Now you want me to choose a watch strap for you. Isn't that too hypocritical?"

Then, Huo Yan could only wipe his glasses with a glasses cloth, trying to cover up his mistake. He hesitated for several seconds before saying:

　　"You have good taste."

　　Finally, Lan Su chose a black long skirt.

　　As before, black makes her feel safe.

The long hair is simply draped, reaching the waist. The flat-neck leather skirt just reveals the collarbone. The slender straps are hung on the shoulders. The gathered leather material outlines the concave waistline. The hem of the skirt drags to the ankles, and the bottom is made into a loose pleated style, which makes the whole black leather skirt more lazy in the cold.

　　It was like a black cat perched on the roof, opening its yellow eyes in the dark night, revealing a hint of danger in silence.

　　"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

　　Assistant Xu Panpan jumped up and trotted over like a butterfly fluttering around flowers.

　　"Just like a female star! No, even prettier than a female star! Miss Lan, make your debut. To be honest, I can't wait to see you play a female killer."

　　Lan Su moved her shoulders uncomfortably and pursed her lips - her first priority when she came to the Huo family was to hide her identity.

　　At that moment, she began to reflect on whether she had chosen the wrong dress.

　　Huo Yan was wearing cufflinks nearby. He looked up when he heard the voice and corrected Xu Panpan:

　　"There's no killer that thin."

　　Invisibly, the tension in Lan Su's heart was relieved.

Xu Panpan smiled apologetically and bent her knees, her bright black eyes curved with a smile: "Hehe, I'm just giving an example! Mr. Huo, I'll go in first. Sister Feng seems to be discussing a project with a CEO. I'll see if I can help."

　　"Well, go ahead."

　　Soon, the organizer's assistant came to pick us up:

　　"Boss Huo, the backstage is ready. I'll take you in."

　　The wheelchair followed behind and drove forward for a distance. I heard the voice of another assistant communicating with Lan Su behind my ears:

　　"Ms. Lan, it's your turn after the last team has finished. When you walk on the red carpet, please leave some time for the media to take pictures. We have marked the spots with tape, just stand there."

　　Lan Su was a little nervous: "Take a photo?"

　　"Yes, it is."

　　"Do we have to take pictures at every point?"

　　"Yes. Because each point corresponds to several media outlets, and there is a point every two meters. It is enough for you to stay there for 10 seconds."

　　"Do I have to laugh?"

　　"It's best to be in the state that you are most comfortable with. Don't be nervous."

　　Lan Su bit the mucous membrane inside his mouth, grinding it repeatedly with his upper and lower teeth until the surface layer broke and a stream of blood flowed out.

　　A person has to face dozens of cameras and pose naturally. This task is even more difficult than the first time he went to Japan to retrieve the stolen antiques.

　　"Mr. Huo?"

The assistant who was walking forward noticed that Huo Yan had not caught up, so he trotted back, "Is there something wrong?"

　　Huo Yan turned around and looked at Lan Su, his eyes falling on the fingers that were clenched tightly due to nervousness. He pressed the button on the armrest, turned the wheelchair around, and said to the assistant:

　　"I'll go in with her later."

　　The tire rolled over the carpet silently and stopped in front of Lan Su, who almost scratched the back of her hand to bleed. He raised his hand, held her pale hand in his palm, and said to the assistant in front of him:

"Excuse me, let's go together."

　　The field assistant was stunned for a moment, then she was ecstatic—she had happened to catch General Manager Mei Ailiya's red carpet debut.

　　I heard that Chairman Liang couldn't get the invitation even after calling in person, but now he suddenly took the initiative to ask for it. This is as good luck as smoke coming out of your ancestral grave!

　　"Okay! Then, you two follow me!"

Lan Su was dazed, and felt that although this man looked cold, his palms were warm.

　　She walked forward. The first two steps were a little stiff and awkward, but as she walked, she finally got the hang of it. Her tense muscles relaxed a little. Holding Huo Yan in one hand and the hem of her skirt in the other, she walked towards the red carpet surrounded by shining stars.

　　When a newborn leopard walks out of the cave for the first time, every blade of grass can arouse great curiosity, but also potential fear. She walks forward step by step, taking every step with extreme caution. Until another leopard comes and takes her out of the cave, across the stream, through the woods, and gallops away on the sunny grassland.

The two of them seemed to be walking more steadily.

　　At the entrance to the backstage, Jiang Feng and Xu Panpan, who were holding their phones and waiting anxiously, stood pitifully in the aisle, watching groups of artists and executives pass by, but not their own boss.

　　Until the red carpet host's voice came:

　　"The next people to walk on the red carpet are Mei Ailiya's general manager Huo Yan and her wife, Lan Su. As the general manager of Mei Ailiya, Huo is not only knowledgeable about jewelry, but she also invested in the recent hit movie "South City Little Things". It can be seen that Huo has a good vision..."

　　Xu Panpan stopped listening and just stared at Jiang Feng with wide eyes:

　　"Doesn't Mr. Huo never walk the red carpet? This, this, this, this..."

　　Jiang Feng was also puzzled, and ran quickly towards the red carpet. He looked from afar at the exit and saw that the person who appeared in front of the flash lights holding Lan Su's hand, who else could it be but Huo Yan?

　　Xu Panpan felt that her outlook on life had collapsed. "Didn't President Huo particularly hate people talking about her being in a wheelchair, so she pushed back all the red carpet appearances in the past? Oh no, now those media outlets must have caught the opportunity, and tomorrow's press releases will be all about how she got injured and how she became like this. And the most annoying thing is that they insist on writing about how she experienced first-degree disability and then grew up with inspiration, which is actually just exposing her scars!"

Jiang Feng looked at it from afar, his eyes gradually calmed down from the initial confusion, as if he was admiring the national treasure handed down from the last century through the glass cover.

　　"Maybe... someone appeared who she cared about more."

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　　The moment Huo Yan appeared in front of the camera, the whole audience was in an uproar.

　　The black wheelchair slowly drove towards her like a sedan. The black color lowered the air pressure on her body, as if several people were respectfully carrying her. It was not a wheelchair, but a lonely sedan chair. On the side, Lan Su, who was wearing a black long skirt, was in the same rhythm as her, with her hands hanging down just at the height of the wheelchair armrest. Huo Yan, with his elbow on the armrest and interlocking his fingers with hers, slowly approached.

　　"Is this...really Huo Yan?"

　　The photographers couldn't believe it.

　　Huo Yan's self-esteem was so strong that even when she appeared in front of the camera, she would sit behind a table covered with a curtain and never let anyone see her wheelchair. Not to mention, she would show how to operate the wheelchair from beginning to end in public.

　　"Quick shot! A unique headline!"

　　I don't know who urged them, but the flash lights hit the two of them like raindrops.

　　Huo Yan's eye sockets were deep, and his eyes were even deeper, like a whirlpool hidden beneath the lake, devouring all lives invisibly.

　　They should wake up. The thin layer of glass dulled most of the sharpness of her eyes.

Lan Su stood beside her peacefully, looking at the camera with a calm look.

　　Firstly, because the reporters' attention was on Huo Yan, she could be lazy.

　　Second, when they stepped onto the red carpet just now, Huo Yan whispered to her: "You don't have to smile if you don't want to."

　　Sure enough, wearing black clothes and showing no expression is her best protective color.

　　However, when two expressionless faces appeared in the same shot and looked towards the camera, their inherent oppression and calmness blended into one, making the screen three shades darker.

　　#Huo Yan Red Carpet#

　　#The legendary Huo Yan#

　　#The Unfortunate Wife#

　　#Beyond the oppression of female stars#

The red carpet, which attracted a lot of attention, ushered in a series of hot topics. When you click on them, you will find that the mental state of the people is not normal.

　　The first type: the ghost-howling type.

　　[Ah ...

　　[I'm tired of saying Huo Yan is my husband. The point is, why is Lan Su so A too?]

　　[Please ask Ms. Lan Su to weld the black skirt to your body. I mistook you for a canary before. I was blind.]

　　[It feels like the Italian Mafia. Who knows? After a gunfight, the president and his wife leave the scene with corpses all over the place.]

　　[Yes, A! Sorry! ]

The second type: the type that talks big.

　　[I wonder which of these two is 1, I bet on Lan Su]

　　[The opposing debater is too superficial. Our husband Huo Yan will never be inferior to you in this life.]

　　[I updated an article in my column: A disabled man sat in a wheelchair and played with his young wife calmly and climaxed repeatedly. The young wife couldn't stand it but didn't dare to disobey her. She sat on her lap obediently, with her two legs hanging on the armrests of the wheelchair, and hugged her wife with tears in her eyes and begged for mercy]

　　[What a great idea, please expand it to 100,000 words, and add S/M by the way hehe]

　　The third type: rational and objective type.

　　[Didn't Huo Yan stay out of the entertainment industry before? Now he's suddenly walking the red carpet. It's said that the movie he invested in made a lot of money, so he was invited by the organizer. But I guess it's very likely that he wants to make Lan Su a star, bring her to the stage, and pave the way for her.]

[I heard that Huo Yan was not born with a disability, but got sick later. But if you ask me, considering her status as an illegitimate daughter, she was probably disabled by her first wife when she lived abroad with her mistress' mother when she was young.]

　　[According to reliable information, Huo Yan's biological mother is Russian. After being with her father, she gave birth to Huo Yan in Southeast Asia. Anyone who knows about Southeast Asia will understand.]

　　[Lan Su's fate is also rough. He became a vegetable when he was young and only woke up this year. According to Huo Yanke's fate of killing three wives, Lan Su's small body probably won't last long.]

　　[I laughed so hard, I don't know who gave them a CP name: Unlucky Wife and Wife. They are surprisingly a good match]

　　Lan Su in a black dress and Huo Yan in a black shirt dominated the red carpet headlines. By the time they walked along the red carpet to the backstage, assistants Jiang Feng and Xu Panpan had already calmed down.

Jiang Feng reported on the cooperation that had just been discussed for half an hour, while Xu Panpan happily praised Lan Su's look to ease her nervousness.

　　However, in the world of Vanity Fair, most of the people you meet are not the ones you like.

　　Some even feel disgusted.

　　"Huo Yan."

　　Following the sound, I turned around and saw that it was my fourth aunt's little daughter, Huo Jingjing.

She was wearing a snow-white off-shoulder dress and carefully styled long wavy hair. She did have some beauty that was superficial, but in the entertainment industry where there are so many beautiful women, she was just average.

　　Huo Yan handed the handbag to Lan Su: "You go first, I'll be right there."

　　Lan Su glanced at Huo Jingjing warily, then left with her handbag. When she entered the small door, she stopped and stood behind the door to listen to what the two were doing.

　　There was no way. The people in the old house were not very emotionally stable, so she had to be on guard against Huo Jingjing.

　　On the other end, Huo Jingjing retracted her gaze and sneered:

　　"You became a hot topic as soon as you appeared. Just like before, you used the media's nature to hype yourself up. Even if you are not the focus, you have to make yourself the focus."

Huo Yan turned the wheelchair around to face the person in front of him, and his gaze upwards revealed the laziness of someone in power.

　　"It can't be helped. People pay more attention to successful people. What is your brother doing recently? After bankruptcy, is there any chance for him to make a comeback?"

　　Huo Jingjing's lips twitched. When it comes to business, Huo Yan always has a sense of oppression from a high position. Because in this generation, even including the previous generation of Uncle San, there is no one else who is as good at business as Huo Yan.

　　So, let's turn the topic to wheelchairs:

　　"What about you? You must be very tired coming to this place with so many people in a wheelchair, right?"

　　When a person cannot win a theoretical argument, he or she will start making personal attacks.

　　It was not the first day that Huo Yan was disabled. Huo Jingjing's words, after all the ridicule and abuse she had endured, were like an elementary school student writing an essay for the first time, with limited ability.

　　The slender fingers pushed the horizontal frame in the middle of the glasses, and a faint smile appeared on the lips:

　　"Both. Your movie is not a hit, but you still have to put on a smile for the producer. You are more burdened."

　　"you!"

Huo Jingjing was furious. She had never taken advantage of Huo Yan since he came back from Southeast Asia when he was 18. But every time they met, she never gave up, thinking that maybe this time she would see the frustrated and speechless expression on Huo Yan's face.

　　He breathed it in his chest several times, trying to control his emotions:

　　"Huo Yan, don't be so proud. I'm about to join the crew to shoot a music video for Guo Le. Guo Le is a superstar, and once this music video is released, I'll be a first-line artist. When the time comes, sooner or later, I'll return all the things you've done to my brother to you!"

　　Huo Yan nodded calmly, as if watching the prey in the cage biting the hard bars:

　　"We'll see."

　　Huo Jingjing carried her skirt and entered the inner room with a gloomy face. Huo Yan, on the other hand, didn't care. It seemed that the quarrel just now was just a discussion about what to eat for dinner. She pressed the button on the handrail and entered the hall through the small door, but unexpectedly found Lan Su behind the door.

　　She held a long silver handbag in her hand, her long hair naturally draped down her back along the contour of her butterfly bones, and a strand of short hair hung down in front of her body, the ends of her hair curled slightly in the brilliant light, and lay obediently on her chest. There was no emotion between her eyebrows, but her thin lips were slightly raised. Obviously, she had heard the conversation just now and was very satisfied with Huo Yan's outstanding performance.

Huo Yan raised his eyebrows and took two steps forward in his wheelchair. "Why don't you go in?"

Lan Su imitated her and said , "I want to learn the art of speaking from you."

　　"What's there to learn?"

　　"Of course."

　　"for example?"

　　"Hmm..." Lan Su thought for a moment, "For example, if she's angry and you're happy, the emotional contrast alone is enough to win half the argument."

　　The scent of jasmine and mint wafted in the air, and the water vapor after the rain filled the entire valley. The magpies flying around startled the magpies in the bushes. Chirp, chirp, and after a few bird calls, the sound of all things reviving came from the valley.

　　The rose that was originally living in the dark gradually unfolded its petals.

　　Lan Su paid attention to her and analyzed her very seriously.

　　At that moment, Huo Yan felt a sense of vanity from the bottom of his heart.

　　A picture flashed through my mind: a knight who had bravely killed the enemy in the war entered the palace to be crowned, and the princess personally put a laurel crown on her head and said, "I give you my heart."

　　It was a very vulgar scene, but Huo Yan became a vulgar person at that moment.