Chapter 112

For Lu Xiangyuan, Nie Changqing's words are like a long drought and sweet rain. How can he give up the little girl who has been following him all the time? When she is old enough to pick, she follows others.

"How to do it?"

Nie Changqing showed a successful smile.

——————————————

Jiang shaoxun's influence is very big. Since that photo appeared, before Changhuan's nanny car was close to the set, the reporter surrounded the inside and outside of the nanny car. It was like the person sitting inside, who was the first-line star.

Reporters piled up outside the car window, so that the nanny car did not dare to move forward, outside the window has been knocked, noisy everything, Changhuan's little assistant is only promoted to her side of the little girl, where experienced this kind of thing, small face scared pale, not Changhuan calm.

"Miss Nie, what is your relationship with Mr. Jiang? Are they girlfriends? "

"Miss Nie, who is that child of Mr. Jiang? Who are you? Are you a couple? "

The clamorous voice of reporters rang out outside the car. Changhuan could only hear a few questions clearly, but only asked about her relationship with Jiang shaoxun.

She thought that she would be popular, but she didn't expect that she would be popular in this way. What they saw was not her acting skills, but her private life.

"Elder sister Changhuan, what should we do now?"

Changhuan gently smile to her: "it's OK, close the curtain, they can't pry the car."

"Are you waiting like this all the time?"

"Wait." Changhuan said light voice, sitting in his own position, with lines in his hand, did not be affected by the reporter outside the window.

The little assistant looked at Nie Changhuan's eyes more adored. He could remember his lines in such a situation without surprise, and had the style of a big name.

Nanny car trying to move forward, but there are crazy fans in the pile of reporters, toward the nanny car smashed rotten eggs, mouth still curse.

The stink of stimulation gushes through the gap of the window, and Changhuan's temple suddenly aches.

All of a sudden, a large group of bodyguards came, all of them pulled the reporters apart, and the leader came. He was as powerful as a mountain, with deep eyes and an air that could not be approached.

The assistant hugged Chang Huan excitedly: "elder sister Chang Huan, you see, it's President Jiang."

No wonder elder sister Changhuan said she was waiting for the boss. She was really the boss's heart.

Chang Huan didn't lift her head from the beginning to the end, and her eyes didn't even leave the script. Under the seemingly calm appearance, her nails were firmly stuck into the script, leaving several deep nail marks on the script.

Does he think the current situation is not chaotic enough?

To what extent should she disturb her peaceful life?

The little assistant didn't feel Changhuan's happiness. She didn't understand. The boss helped her out. Shouldn't Changhuan be happy? She gradually also converged his excited mood, the protagonist is not happy, she a strong blind excited what use.

The bodyguard pushed the reporter away and arrested the rotten egg smashing fan, which made way for the nanny car.

Little assistant said weakly: "elder sister Changhuan, do you want to get off?"

"No, drive."

The car slowly drove away from Jiang shaoxun. Jiang shaoxun stood there straight and looked at the nanny car driving away. She never saw what he had done for her.

Jiang shaoxun angrily looked at the reporters on the scene: "Whoever dares to stop her in the future will wait for the newspaper to close down."

No reporter dares to go up to interview Jiang shaoxun, who dares to go up, who thinks life is long, they all cherish life, there are so many gossip has not been discovered, do not care so little gossip.

Changhuan and Jiang shaoxun didn't communicate. He just came out to clean the roadblock for her, but the hot spots on that day were all around Jiang shaoxun to help Nie Changhuan, but with a cold expression, and Nie Changhuan didn't get off the car. These two people may not be so sweet as that photo.

I don't know who took the photos of Nie Changhuan on the set, but also pulled Fang Zichen in. There are photos of Fang Zichen handing her chocolate, and photos of Fang Zichen bending slightly close to her. It's just an ordinary action, but at this point, it gives Nie Changhuan a blow.

This time, she has a label of water flower.

It's really a big push. Now fans who support Changhuan will be drowned by spittle.

"Changhuan, I'll pinch my fingers. You're going to be angry."

Fang Zichen said this like a living treasure, making Chang Huan Puyi smile: "I'm not on fire now?"

Recently, she has been on the hot search, has been on the hot spot, and her fans are growing day by day. It's just that the way of fire is not quite right, and it's completely black fire.

"Anyway, your mood is not affected, which is the best."

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. How can Changhuan not be clear? She is just afraid that the media will dig her too deeply and dig out all her secrets.

But the more Changhuan was afraid of something, the more he gave her something.

"Sister Chang Huan." The little assistant ran over in a hurry and ran to Nie Changhuan's side with a worried face.

Her little assistant, though bold, seldom looked so anxious. Chang Huan and he asked, "what's the matter?"

The assistant handed his cell phone to Chang Huan.

Chang Huan picked up and heard sister Zhao's voice.

"Changhuan, what I told you when I left, so that you don't be photographed by the media about the existence of children."

Zhao Jie's first words, is to blame her, long Huan think of Zhao Jie in his side, eyes immediately swollen up, she put her hand in front of his eyes, block eyes, she is now crying.

What can she do?

She didn't have time to hide it. How could she take the initiative to let the media take photos of it? All this is Jiang shaoxun's own opinion. He promised the director to spread the photos.

"Forget it, it's useless to scold you now. Seeing you have such a thing, I'm also idle. I'm worried that the media will dig up your mother. I also came here. It's said that your mother was picked up by Nie Changqing."

In the first half of the passage, Chang Huan was very moved. Even if she was fired by Jiang shaoxun, she would still do something for her. She kept this friendship in mind.

But the second half of Zhao Jie's words made Chang Huan forget her desire to cry. She asked: "who is it?"

"Nie Changqing, there is another man. I heard that your mother was willing to follow you to get on the bus. I don't know exactly why."

Changhuan's ears are buzzing, and her fear is flooding her. Her eyes are empty. Her delicate face is bloodless, and her mobile phone slips from her hand.