When the president finished the meeting and closed his eyes to rest, he hurriedly gave his cell phone to Song Xiuyun.

"Mr. Song..."

Song Xiuyun's eyes sank, staring at the content in the video, frowned slightly, her thin lips tightly pursed, and her whole body was filled with coldness.

The special assistant knew that President Song was angry and was about to take the initiative to remove the hot search, the man's cold voice interrupted him: "No, just leave it like this."

"ah?"

Song Xiujun returned the phone to him, slowly stood up, and looked out the window. No one could guess the emotions in his deep eyes.

Xie Shizhu said before, don’t help her anymore.

Song Xiuyun knew very well that someone deliberately wanted to lead him out, and he knew who it was without guessing.

If this matter is kept hidden, the consequences that will be left behind will probably be more serious than now.

Since they have found Xie Shizhu, they will protect her in another way.

The special assistant pinched his cell phone and nodded: "Okay."

*

As soon as Xie Shizhu arrived on the set, the director came over and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "Don't care about the remarks on the Internet, I've spoken for you on Weibo, and they're just taking things out of context."

She tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

Sister Zhang replied to the director's words for her: "Thank you."

The director coughed lightly, "Go and put on makeup."

Xie Shizhu smiled and said, "Okay."

When she entered the dressing room, the agent sighed and reached out and asked her to hand over her cell phone.

Xie Shizhu hummed, "Isn't it just a matter of scolding me for the collapse of my personality? I have never said what kind of lady I am."

Sister Zhang said in shock: "Do you understand?"

Xie Shizhu nodded, took out his phone, opened his homepage, pointed to his number of fans, and said proudly: "Look, after one night, my fans rose to eight million, which is a whole million.

The numbers are more realistic than the zombie powder you buy for money.”

Sister Zhang: "...You are so optimistic."

Xie Shizhu lowered her head, forwarded the video of the marketing account, and typed a paragraph with his finger: Oh, can this video tell me what?

Sister Zhang exclaimed and reached out to snatch her phone. Xie Shizhu easily avoided it, quickly swiped the comment area to display some comments in front of Sister Zhang.

Ji Ze quickly posted a text under her comment:

[It can be proved that Xie Shizhu didn't say anything. To be honest, if I have such a relative, I will break off my relationship with her.]

There was nothing Ji Ze had to do, but now Ji Ze appeared to speak for Xie Shizhu, which attracted the attention of fans and passers-by.

Ji Ze has many fans, but the number of fans is three times that of Xie Shizhu. With Ji Ze's guidance, netizens have carefully studied the video.

Indeed, Xie Shizhu didn't say a word, but Jiang Jing asked how this woman joined the crew. In an instant, the comment section began to change.

[No matter how you look, it looks like Xie Shizhu and the crew were harassed.]

【Yes, yes, Xie Shizhu is obviously the victim, why are you scolding her?】

[Where did the navy come from? She is elegant and luxurious every day, how can she make her relatives so poor?]

[On the upper floor, are you okay? If you have nothing to do, eat some plum blossoms. When you have money, you can also rob the rich and help the poor and give some money to your relatives]

[Jie Ze made a comment on Xie Shizhu, and even the director posted an account to explain. Moreover, Jiang Jing helped him in the video. They were not blind, and we are not involved. Just relying on the seven or eight seconds of video, isn't it a bit scolding Xie Shizhu?

Too much? Just live by it]

[Even if Xie Shizhu is usually very good at doing, she cannot be convicted at will because of her personality.]

Sister Zhang was stunned when she looked at the comments. She saw a lot of curses in the comment section of the marketing account this morning, why is it suddenly changing the circle now?

Xie Shizhu put his cell phone on the dressing table and hugged his arms with both hands: "Hmph, I want this princess to be scolded, dream!"

Sister Zhang recovered and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going out tonight, you don't have to follow you," Xie Shizhu picked up the script and memorized the lines while saying, "I'll go back to the crew in the morning."

"Roar!" Sister Zhang immediately started to gossip, "Are you looking for Mr. Song?"

Xie Shizhu hummed, "It's not me looking for him, but he begged to see me."

Sister Zhang: “…”

*

Song Ying was being fed by a nanny, and another nanny held her cell phone in front of him, followed his instructions, and slid into the comment area.

When he saw that the navy and hot searches he had spent money to buy had been pushed down by Ji Ze's fans, his face turned terriblely dark.

Song Ying waited for a whole day, but she didn't see Song Xiujun helping Xie Shizhu drop the hot search, and she didn't see Xie Shizhu crying and explaining on Weibo, but she was calmly questioning the marketing account.

His face was full of incredibleness, and he had no idea that there was a director and an actor helping her.

Song Ying was so angry that she yelled at the nanny: "Fuck you out for me!"

The nanny was so scared that her hands shook. The bowl she was holding sprinkled with some soup, and the hot liquid flowed to Song Ying's face.

Song Ying cursed, his voice becoming more and more collapsed.

The two nannies were so scared that they ran away.

When they went out, Song Xiujun entered the house slowly and stared at Song Ying who was going crazy from a high place.

Song Ying's embarrassing appearance is different from Song Xiuyun's calmness.

Song Xiuyun smiled coldly and threw an expensive handkerchief on his face, saying, "Wipe your face. It's my father's birthday tonight, and you're going out like this, and it's a joke."

Song Ying stared at him fiercely and cursed angrily: "Isn't it just because I am like this? You, the dog guy?"

In the eyes of outsiders, Song Xiuyun is a calm and introverted business genius, but he is more sinister than anyone else, but he is hidden deep.

"Well," Song Xiujun did not deny it, looking at him lightly. After a moment, his eyes turned chilling and he laughed softly, "You are not dead, but I was beyond my expectations."

Song Ying fought a cold war all over and endured his fear and said, "I just want to compete with you for family property. Are you going to take ruthless measures? Madman."

Song Xiuyun's eyes were dark and she stared at him.

Song Ying swallowed.

The old man's voice came from outside, and Song Xiuyun's originally vicious expression suddenly turned into peace. She glanced at him and went straight out.

Looking at his back, Song Ying gritted her teeth.

*

night.

Song's house is extremely lively, with bright lights in the house. Mr. Song, who is over 60 years old, smiles and accepts congratulations from all directions.

The people who came were entrepreneurs from various cities, and some unrelated people also slipped into it.

There is a male internet celebrity who secretly recorded in Songzhai for popularity and gained popularity online through live broadcast.

As soon as the broadcast started, someone saw the title and came in immediately.

The male internet celebrity hid in the corner, carefully swept around the famous boss, and whispered to the questions on the barrage.

"Mr. Song? I didn't see him. If you want to see him, I'll shoot a rocket."

The number of people in the live broadcast room was as high as 60,000. As soon as he heard this, more than a dozen people beat a lot of Rockets worth 2,000 yuan to see the boss's true face.

The male internet celebrity was smiling from ear to ear, hiding his phone in his palm, and walking into the crowd in a sneak shot mode.

He pretended to be familiar with others: "Why didn't you see Mr. Song?"

The man thought he was the invited person, so he replied: "You are talking about Mr. Song. Mr. Song is paralyzed and lying on the bed. He is probably pushed out in a wheelchair later."

The male internet celebrity said: "I'm talking about Shengtai's president."

The man replied: "He seemed to have gone to pick up people, and he heard from others that he was a woman."

The male internet celebrity got the answer he wanted, returned to the corner in shame, and communicated with netizens in the live broadcast room, "It's not that I don't shoot, he's not here."

[Check a woman? Who? Was it the woman who bought sanitary napkins last time?]

[I am so excited. If you take a picture of the woman Mr. Song picks up, I will shoot you a hundred rockets.]
Chapter completed!