Chapter 415

Lin an turns on the TV a little bored. It's all local stations, and this point is broadcasting news. Lin an opens her eyes and lies on the bed, trying to empty herself.

All of a sudden, the female anchor of the TV station said in an urgent tone: "now there is an urgent news, an urgent news. Ruan Qingyun, the little three of Jiang muxiao, who is widely spread on the Internet, has finally accepted our interview."

Lin an gets up in a Gulu, and the TV screen has been switched to Ruan Qingyun's guest room.

It's her home.

Lin Anan's gaze fell on the face of Ruan Qing Yun. She was innocent and harmless to the camera. A pair of eyes cried more than the walnut. Her face was abnormally poor. It seemed that she had not rest for many days. The thick foundation had no way to hide her gaunt.

What tricks is she playing?

Lin Anxian stared at the TV for unknown reasons, afraid to miss a little detail.

"Hello, Miss Ruan." The TV reporter who interviewed Ruan Qingyun was a young girl. She was beautiful and had the chance to get the headlines. She was obviously very happy, so her tone was a little light.

Ruan Qingyun nodded dully: "hello."

"Er, this one behind you is..." As the reporter speaks, the camera has turned to a woman in a white coat beside Ruan Qingyun. She has a loving smile on her face, calmly waves to the camera, and then introduces herself: "I'm miss Ruan's psychologist."

The reporter looked at Ruan Qingyun in dismay: "can you take the liberty to ask why there is a psychologist present?"

"It's like this." "My patient, that is, Miss Ruan, has depression," he said

Lin An'an in front of the TV set stares at Ruan Qingyun's face. She smiles bitterly. She gently turns her head away and closes her eyes in pain. It seems that she doesn't want to hear these three words again.

The psychiatrist also reached out his hand and gently pressed it on Ruan Qingyun's hand, as if to appease him.

The reporter showed a look of amazement: "sorry, but I still want to ask, is it because the outside world accused you of being a junior, too much mental pressure?"

Ruan Qingyun gently shakes her head. Her long hair falls down. She lies on the shoulder of the psychiatrist and sobs. However, the black eyes hidden in her black hair are very bright. Lin an an, I'm not going to kill you this time!

The psychiatrist patted Ruan Qingyun on the shoulder and apologized: "Miss Ruan is hard to accept her illness, so I'd better answer."

The reporter looked at the poor Ruan Qingyun and nodded.

"Well, this is a relapse."

"Relapse?" The reporter was shocked again.

"Yes. Three years ago, Miss Ruan left for treatment abroad. "

"So they didn't break up at all, did they?"

"Yes, at that time, Miss Ruan didn't break up with President Jiang at all. She wanted to be cured and return to President Jiang again. But unexpectedly, someone took advantage of her absence to enter."

The reporter looked at the psychologist: "you seem to know a lot about Miss Ruan."

The psychiatrist took a quick look at the floor, and then at the reporter. His face had returned to normal: "of course, Miss Ruan is my patient. I know all about her. Even during her treatment abroad, we talked a lot."

At this time, Ruan Qingyun had stopped crying. She raised her head and her eyes were red: "I'm sorry, I'm out of control."

"It doesn't matter." The reporter comforted: "can miss Ruan tell us why you suddenly accepted our interview?"

Ruan Qingyun nodded and her tears flowed down. She sucked her nose, and her tears flowed down again uncontrollably: "I'm sorry." She took a deep breath and stopped her tears: "in fact, when I first came out, I thought it was nonsense. I'm not a junior, and I've been trying to forget Jiang muxiao and start over."

Because it was the first time to call Jiang muxiao by his full name, Ruan Qingyun stopped unaccustomed.

"But what I didn't expect was that Lin an should have done such a thing."

She choked with emotion.

"What did she do?" the reporter asked

"Before, my address was exposed, and I was besieged by many reporters. At that time, I simply thought that it was the reporter's friends who had great powers, but later, a reporter who couldn't see it told me that it was Lin an an who told them..."

Speaking of this, she was already in tears.

Lin an an looks at Ruan Qingyun indifferently across the screen.

This performance is really wonderful. Ruan Qingyun intends to incite the whole people to boycott her.

However, it's been a long time since the address was exposed. Why didn't Ruan Qingyun push it up and now he can't say it?

With doubts, Lin an continued to stare at the screen, as if to see a dark hole in the TV.The reporter of the TV picture gave the paper towel to Ruan Qingyun somewhat at a loss: "Miss Ruan, that's why you decided to stand up, isn't it?"

"No Ruan Qingyun gently shook his head: "I made a great decision to make this decision."

Bei teeth gently bite cherry lips, a struggling look, only the TV this end of Lin an, clearly see her eyes in the tears of proud reflection.

"Oh?" The reporter asked curiously, "why?"

"In fact, after returning home, Ann and I became friends. At that time, I didn't know that Ann was Mu Xiao's wife. We had a good time. I think Ann was a girl with a very simple mind. But when we all knew each other's identities, she became more and more distant from me."

As a crystal tear rolled down, Ruan Qingyun heavily sucked into her red nose: "I understand her very much, but what I don't understand is why she asked those entertainment bloggers to post me as Xiaosan's Micro blog? I don't know why she did it? "

"The microblog on the Internet was put by Mrs. Jiang?" The reporter looked at Ruan Qingyun in surprise. She made a lot of money today and got so much material.

Ruan Qingyun shook his head gently: "I don't want to believe it's true. However, as you can see, the microblog that later said she was Xiao San was immediately cancelled. Why? "

Ruan Qingyun covers the position of his heart, frowns pitifully, and touches his hands in a hurry: "sister Chen, my medicine, my medicine..."

Lin suddenly turned off the TV and couldn't see Ruan's performance again.

This is a good move. Lin an thought that she had stopped. She was waiting for her here.

Hum, depression. I'm afraid it's another choreography.