After the announcement, Xia Yuan returned to her usual indifferent expression when she went backstage. It was as if her entire body was covered in cold frost. No matter how big or warm the sun was, it was difficult for it to shine into her heart and melt her…
It was as if no one could truly enter her heart, and no one could share the sorrow and worries in her heart.
On the contrary, her busy work could drive away some of her worries and calm her down a little.
"What's next?"
Xia Yuan asked coldly. It was as if she was a robot who could work non-stop and never get tired.
"Little ancestor, what time is it now?”
Ben knocked on his watch, confused. Did she like work that much? Perhaps it was! Only when he was working would Ben see vitality, not the lifeless Xiang Yinglan.
"It's already very late! Go back and rest well today. There's a job tomorrow morning! At eight o'clock sharp, there was also an interview program. There's a press conference tomorrow afternoon!”
Ben made the arrangements and walked out of the studio with her.
At this moment, a large group of reporters rushed out of the studio. They held their cameras and quickly pressed the shutter.
" Ka ka ka…" The sound was continuous.
"Miss Xiang Yinglan, I heard that you won the Oscar for Best Actress this time. Someone revealed that you were lucky to get it because someone supported you from behind! What do you think of this?"
"Miss Xiang Yinglan, is this the so-called hidden rule?”
"Also, did you choose to return to the country to develop your career because you couldn't stay in the United States anymore and your acting career started to decline, so you had no choice but to do this and return to the country to develop your career?”
The reporters were making things difficult for Xia Yuan. They were throwing sharp topics at her.
"Dear reporters, we will not answer any questions today! We'll have a press conference tomorrow and we'll answer them one by one!”Ben stood in front of Xia Yuan and tried his best to protect her.
Xia Yuan maintained her professional smile and did not make a sound.
Unspoken rules? Going downhill?
Xia Yuan laughed at the reporter's words in her heart. The reporter's ability to create something out of nothing was really too brilliant!
"Miss Xiang Yinglan, can you answer me? Would he only return to China after going downhill? Or is it that your Oscar for Best Actress was indeed exaggerated as others said? After you won the award, you rushed to the Chinese market?”
The reporters ignored Ben's attempts to stop them and continued to ask sharp questions.
Ben's face darkened. His sharp eyes looked at the reporter who asked the question, as if he wanted to remember this reporter's face and teach him a good lesson next time…
At this moment, Xia Yuan stopped in her tracks and smiled." This reporter friend, can I take your words to mean that all artistes who develop in the country are going downhill?”
Such a thing that worships foreign things was really not suitable for a journalist.
Were foreign actors good?
The reporter who asked the question blushed. He was a little embarrassed and kept silent.
Xia Yuan, on the other hand, looked at him with her " harmless " eyes. He thought that she would not say anything else, but she elegantly squeezed out a few words from her throat." Also, you said that others say that my Best Actress title is exaggerated. Can I know who the so-called other person you're talking about is?”
"This…"
The reporter who asked the question turned even redder!
Actually, he had made up this question to make the headlines of the new article tomorrow…
"Or are you just spouting nonsense and making it up?”Xia Yuan obviously did not let him off.
" No…No…" The reporter was stuttering and his head hung low.
The reporters from the other television stations and newspapers were completely shocked by her eloquence. For a moment, they forgot what they were supposed to do and did not continue to ask. They were all stunned on the spot.
Under normal circumstances, actors would try their best to curry favor with reporters, so that they could write some good topics about themselves.
Xia Yuan obviously did not notice this.
Ben tugged at her sleeve." Alright, that's enough. Stop talking!”
The three words " done " showed Ben's fear. He was afraid that this lady would cause a bomb of news the moment she returned to the country, and it would be out of control!
"Thank you, reporter friend, for your love and attention.”
In the end, Xia Yuan thanked him without losing face. Her words seemed to be full of aura, but the smile on her face never faded. It was full of friendliness.
"Yes, thank you, everyone. At the press conference tomorrow afternoon, please ask questions. We will answer them one by one so that every friend can get the answers they want.”
Ben quickly pulled Xia Yuan away and rushed to the nanny van.
At this moment, some of the reporters behind them were still chasing after them relentlessly. Some of them even drove behind them, intending to follow them to the end.
"Hurry up! Drive faster and lose them!"
Ben said anxiously.
Compared to Ben's anxiety, Xia Yuan was calm and composed. It seemed that no one could really affect her emotions, and no one could really cause her emotions to fluctuate, except for a certain person…
Xia Yuan sat in the backseat and gazed at the night sky of the city. It was still very beautiful.
The flashing neon lights were so dazzling that it dazzled people's eyes. It showed the luxurious atmosphere everywhere.
Xia Yuan gently rolled down the car window. The night wind was not raging, but it blew against her hair. The cool feeling made her feel extremely comfortable and comfortable.
His gaze did not land on a specific place, but he was lost in thought…
Her eyes couldn't help but turn misty. She wasn't sad, but she felt like crying.
Wasn't this the life she wanted? It was admirable, eye-catching, and worshipped by everyone.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, it was such a proud job, but only she knew the bitterness and bitterness!
A night like this was not unfamiliar to her. On the contrary, it was extremely familiar! How many nights had she gone out on missions? How many nights had she returned to the Ancient Sect with blood dripping from her body?
She wanted to forget everything, but it was like a brand that was deeply imprinted in her body! He couldn't get rid of it…
If she met Shen Hanxun again, how would she react?
Or if she met Shen Mo again, how would she respond to him?
Xia Yuan's lips curled into a thick sorrow, and her face was filled with helplessness and grief!
Ben stood quietly at the side, not daring to disturb her!
He had wanted to scold her for speaking nonsense against the reporters, but he held it in.#
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