Chapter 133

After Zhao Jie finished, she angrily went to find something for Changhuan to clean up the ink.

Song Heng sighed and shook his head, but still gathered all the reporters together. He took the microphone from the host's hand and smile: "today's reporters, when the meeting ends, our company will give you a small gift, but I hope you will cooperate and delete the photos that should not be left."

As we all know, Jiang shaoxun is cruel and cruel in shopping malls. Most people don't dare to offend him.

Song Heng, the assistant beside Jiang shaoxun, is also famous in Chengdu. He is just the opposite of Jiang shaoxun. He is strict in his work. He always smiles when talking with his opponents. He looks polite, but don't be cheated by such a smile, because there is a knife hidden under the smile.

The big boss that Chengdu can't provoke is Jiang shaoxun, and the assistant that can't be credulous is Song Heng.

Because Song Heng can sell people, and the people who are sold can count money for him foolishly.

What song Heng said on the stage now shows is that the reporter is not stupid. He will take a small gift if he deletes the photo. If he hides the photo privately, the consequence will be

"Of course, I, Song Heng, am not that kind of inhuman person. I don't allow you to leave the photos, but you can still report what happened today. For example, the title of Jiang shaochong who became a beauty in anger is very attractive."

Journalists are peering at each other. What is this? It's a good thing to delete the photos and not allow them to report in their own way.

Song Heng saw that the reporters were unwilling, and his smile deepened. He continued: "if the title of a newspaper can satisfy me, I will give an exclusive interview to the artists of Jiang's company."

Song Heng just threw a big cake out. How could reporters not distinguish the advantages and disadvantages.

There are a lot of artists in Jiang's company, which accounts for half of the country. If there is an exclusive interview, it will make a lot of money.

Sister Zhao had already given Jiang shaoxun something to clean the ink. When she came back, she saw Song Heng finish everything with a few words. Her lips rose slightly and she said she couldn't help. In the end, she helped.

Jiang shaoxun holds Changhuan back to the backstage lounge, holds her on the wall behind her head with one hand, imprisons her in the small space in front of her chest, and reaches out to pull the coat that covers Changhuan's face. But after pulling it twice, Changhuan shakes her head in the clothes.

Jiang shaoxun's voice is gentle: "be obedient, let me have a look."

The ink on her face is dry. She must be ugly now. Chang Huan shakes her head and doesn't want to loosen her clothes.

The bottom of Jiang shaoxun's eyes flashed a touch of remorse. If he could accompany her, she would not be splashed with the ink on her face. When did the person he held in his hand suffer such injustice.

Stroking her hair through her clothes: "I've seen enough of your embarrassment on stage. What's the use of hiding now?"

Chang Huan is more coy and unwilling to let go of her clothes. She doesn't want to show such an ugly face in front of her beloved. She even begged Jiang shaoxun: "will you go out? I'll just wash it off myself. "

All the tenderness for her was occupied by anger at the moment when she wanted to push him away. Jiang shaoxun yelled: "Nie Changhuan."

Nie Changhuan was frightened and trembled all over. Forced by Jiang shaoxun's anger, he slowly put down his clothes. His whole face became dark. His thick and slender eyelashes trembled gently. Tears fell down like broken beads.

His eyes are not instant to look at her, long Huan heart like a knife, why does he have to tear her scar hard? Why not allow her to hide in the house and deal with the dirty things on her face?

So ugly side, he can't give her a little face, give her a little dignity, can't as nothing to see?

Thinking, Chang Huan covered his face and cried.

He reached out to brush her tears, but her tears fell more fiercely, full of grievances.

Those tears are in lingchi Jiang shaoxun's heart little by little. He reaches out his hand to hold her in his arms and lowers his head to kiss away her tears. However, Changhuan evades and even puts his hands on his chest to push him away.

She avoided his kiss and pushed him away, making Jiang shaoxun's eyes as red as blood. His hand on the wall hit him hard, and the back of his hand overflowed with blood, but he didn't seem to know the pain.

Changhuan is scared to hide, but she is imprisoned in his arms, where can she hide.

She can smile like a flower in front of others, can hold other men's hands to smile, and show all the tenderness to others. Why can't she share it with him?

Jiang shaoxun held Changhuan's arm, and the cold light came to his eyes. He sneered, and his voice was deep: "do you hate to see me?"

Chang Huan looks up at him, but remembers the ink on her face. She looks down at the back of his bloody hand. She holds his hand and shakes her head. It's not like this,

"Fourth brother, I've never hated you."

Jiang shaoxun pulled his hand out of her hand. She kept avoiding his reaction and asked him how to believe what she said.

His eyes gradually cold, but did not leave, but with sister Zhao to find the cleaning fluid, carefully for her to wipe off the ink on the face.

Under the thick black ink is her white and smooth skin.

Changhuan raised her head and looked at him closely, only to find that he seemed to be a little thin. At the moment, he only had her in his eyes. The action of wiping her was gentle, as if she was some treasure. She gently grasped her clothes, lowered her eyes, and fell into the tenderness he gave. It was a very dangerous thing.

She called a low: "fourth brother, why are you here?"

"I'm also an investor in this play. Why can't I be here?"

Long Huan "Oh" a, originally he is not for her and come, almost and self amorous.

Will help her, is it for the sake of losing? After all, diaodiao can't have a mother who makes a fool of herself in public, but will he admit that she is diaodiao's mother?

If Mr. Jiang takes him back to the Jiang family, will he help her?

She suddenly thought of what he said, breathing, no, no, he only admitted to lose lose lose, did not admit her, she is now shameless stay at his side, just to not lose lose lose.

Jiang shaoxun cleaned up the ink on her face and hair for her. Seeing that she was lost, he released her powerlessly.

"Go and change your clothes."

Chang Huan was so happy that he ran away from the place where he was imprisoned. He took two steps, but trotted up.

Looking at her trot in high-heeled shoes, she sprained her feet after two steps. Jiang shaoxun wanted to step forward, but Changhuan took off her high-heeled shoes and ran faster like a little rabbit.