Chapter 1740: Don’t stop me, I’m going to tear this bitch apart
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Everyone was saying that they had never seen such a headstrong and fresh male celebrity. He was simply a super mudslide in the entertainment industry.
Even when it came to wooing his wife, he could come up with so many tricks. He was simply too hardworking.
They got married and left just like that, not giving the public any time to prepare.
Murong Nian was probably the only person in the entertainment industry who took out 20 minutes of his time during a meal to do a live broadcast and said that he wanted to leave the industry.
There was no formal ceremony, no urgent press conference, no manager, nothing. It was as simple as a child’s play, but in these 20 minutes, a big bomb was released that caught people off guard.
He had always said that marriage was his own business and that leaving the entertainment industry was his own business. He would make his own decisions.
Murong Mian’s fans were all in tears. They all wanted to go up to the rooftop and run to Murong Mian, miss mai, and the studio’s official Weibo to leave a message, saying that they couldn’t let their sleeping God leave, or they would die in front of you!
Miss mai was so angry that her heart almost broke into pieces. Did she think that she would let Murong Mian leave? She didn’t know from the beginning to the end. This kid was simply too hateful. He didn’t tell her anything at all.
His fans and a large group of people who turned from haters to passers-by after the live broadcast, and passers-by to fans, after not knowing how to vent the primitive power in their hearts, they pointed the spearhead at Fang Yuanyuan.
All of them had shifted their attention to her Weibo, cursing all 18 generations of her ancestors, but they were not satisfied.
It was all this b*tch’s fault. If she hadn’t schemed against the God of sleep and used him to create hype, making him think that the entertainment industry was dark and dirty, he wouldn’t have left without hesitation during the golden period of his career.
I’ll say it a hundred or ten thousand times to blame this B * tch. I really want to tear her apart.
Therefore, the angry people began to dig deep into Fang Yuanyuan.”You caused my male God to be disheartened in the entertainment industry, we will also make you unable to survive in this industry.”
Never doubt the power of the masses. Who knew how many god-like opponents were hidden among these people?
Therefore, the records of Fang Yuanyuan’s room booking since he entered the industry were released. Photos of him entering the hotel, hugging and kissing with a certain director, producer, rich businessman, were released one after another.
She was behaving ambiguously with a certain male actor on set.
She cheated on him in school, dated many men at the same time, had a miscarriage, and had worked on the stage.
A video of insulting, beating, and scolding sanitation workers, and a director’s car.| Jolted.
Some people even found out that she was suspected of taking drugs in foreign nightclubs.| After tasting it, her eyes were blurred and she was sandwiched in the middle by a few foreign men.
In short, Fang Yuanyuan was criticized to the end. In just one day, several endorsements that had been negotiated were all ruined. The drama had been finalized and the roles had been replaced. The invitation to the fashion week was gone, and the opening show of the product launch was also canceled.
Fang Yuanyuan didn’t even dare to go out, because someone had posted her address, phone number, and license plate number on the internet, and there was a group of reporters outside.
Three big “scheming B * tches” were sprayed on the front door with red spray paint.
On the television and on the internet, everyone was saying that she had insulted and framed Murong Mian.
Fang Yuanyuan felt that he had gone crazy. Her management company had wanted to launch a crisis public relations and find a water Army, but it was useless. The black material about her on the internet was all real.
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