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Throw down the reporters looking at each other.

Seeing this scene, whether it was the audience at the scene or the people watching the live broadcast, they were all puzzled.

Moreover, Shu Cheng left without saying a word, without giving any response, which was regarded by many people as very impolite behavior.

"What the hell!! Shu Cheng left like this? We flew here from abroad after a whole day's flight!!!"

"That's right! It's too irresponsible to just leave like this! Is this playing big cards?"

"I don't think it's just as simple as playing big cards. Looking at Shu Cheng today, I feel very nervous throughout the whole process. It seems that I am very afraid of doing something wrong. There is a feeling of being empty inside and afraid of being discovered!"

"That's right, that's right, I feel the same way! Apart from the ordinary opening remarks, when Shu Cheng answered the media's questions, he was also very strange, as if he couldn't answer anything!"

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Fans from all over the world who were still watching the live broadcast on the Internet were stunned when they saw Shu Cheng leave the stage hastily.

Didn't understand the situation at all.

[Why did the male god leave like this? Are you feeling unwell? What's the situation? ! 】

[When the group of reporters interviewed just now, the male god seemed unable to answer anything. She designed the island herself. Even if she is not feeling well, she should just say a few words. It's so strange that I can't answer a word! ! 】

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

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Shu Cheng didn't look at her mobile phone, and didn't listen to the discussions at the scene. She already knew how suspicious and suspicious those messages were.

She folded her arms and buried her whole body in her knees, curled up into a ball.

The corner casts an alternation of light and dark in the darkness.

Rong Junyi looked at Shu Cheng distressedly, wishing he could share her ordinary pain.

For a few days after that, Shu Cheng kept silent.

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

She was sitting drunkenly on the ground, surrounded by scattered wine bottles, and a liquid full of alcohol was gurgling out.

There was a mess on the ground.

And what was even more messed up than this was Shu Cheng's heart.

She tried to pick up pieces one by one, put them together, and restore her own memory in her mind, but it still didn't help.

"Ahhh! I can't do anything now! I can't sing! I can't act! I can't sing! I'm just a useless person!" Shu Cheng hugged his head in pain, heart-piercingly Shouting, two lines of hot tears flow down the cheeks.

Patta, one tear after another fainted on the floor.

She was panting, so heartbroken that it was difficult to breathe.

At this time, Rong Junyi would rush forward with the fastest speed, hug Shu Cheng, and give her the warmest embrace.

He rested his chin on Shu Cheng's black hair, and comforted 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, so what, he didn't care about it at all.

As long as his child gets well, nothing else matters.

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These few days, to Shu Cheng, it's like the end, the sky is gray, the vegetation is gray, even the air smells like gunpowder smoke.