Perhaps Song Ci's expression was too surprised. Rong Jin looked at her dazed look and couldn't help but pinch her face with his hands. His tone was also filled with warmth, "Silly girl, I'm teasing you."

The cold fingertips fell on his face. It was strange. This person was obviously warm, but his fingers were extremely cold.

Song Ci bit his lip and couldn't help but reach out and touch the place he had just touched.

Rong Jin smiled lightly, rubbed her head, and started the car again.

Song Ci lowered his head and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

In the high-end apartment area, Song Ci got off the car and said goodbye to Rong Jin in a good mood.

Rong Jin also got out of the car. He put a box of tea leaves into her hands and said softly, "Protect your throat."

Song Ci looked at the tea leaves in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked up at him.

Rong Jin wanted to touch her head again, but for some reason she held back.

"It's cold outside, go back"

Song Ci pulled the scarf to her face, nodded obediently, but looked directly into his eyes, and said, "Rong Jin, goodbye."

After saying that, she turned around and ran back.

Rong Jin...

Rong Jin was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

The cold wind was biting, and a man wearing a black coat was standing under the apartment building. He was leaning on the car, his expression was pale, and the tip of his nose was a little red from the cold wind...

After a while, a black business car stopped in front of him, and three men got out of it, all of them holding a man with a camera in their hands.

"Sir, he is the person who secretly photographed you last time. We caught him in the grass not far away."

The leading man spoke, his voice colder than the cold wind.

Rong Jin's eyes shifted to the man who was trembling with fear. The man fell to his knees on the ground in the next second, and his face was covered with snot and tears, "Master Rong, I was wrong, I really

I don’t dare anymore. I just want to support my family. Even if you give me a hundred courages, I don’t dare to take pictures of you.”

Rong Jin was silent, but his eyes no longer had the tenderness he had shown before when he faced Song Ci, and there was a coldness hidden in them.

"Yeah…"

The paparazzi almost regretted it. He should have stopped taking photos of Rong Jin for the first time, but his greed finally defeated his inner fear.

Who is Rong Jin?

He is a boss that no one dares to mess with in the entire Kyoto. He is so brave that he dares to shoot him...

Rong Jin put her hand on the car and tapped it gently. Every sound of hitting hit the paparazzi's heart, which made her heart skip a beat.

After a moment, the hand stopped, and the owner of the hand looked at him condescendingly, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if with a hint of displeasure, "You don't need me to say more about what to do, right?"

The paparazzi nodded like a fool and said in a trembling voice, "You and Ms. Song are just friends. Ms. Song has not cheated on her. These are all made up by me..."

Rong Jin nodded, and the man in black beside him opened the car door, and the man bent down and got into the car.

Not even a look was given to him.

It is rumored that Rong Jin, the eldest son of the Rong family, is a humble gentleman, like the pearl of the world, a modest and gentle person, but now it seems that is not necessarily the case...

The man left here, and the paparazzi collapsed on the ground, looking at the camera in his hand, his chest rising and falling...

Apartments in Songci

After Song Ci returned home, he called Ye Yuxing and asked her to pick him up.

She walked to the balcony and lit a cigarette, looking at the bare branches outside with her charming eyes, her eyes filled with a bit of light.

"Well, he sent me back."

Her voice was very weak, and the cigarette was blowing out from her mouth. The thin smoke made her whole person look wild and decadent.

"You know, Gu Yan doesn't allow you to get close to this uncle."

Ye Yuxing's worried voice came.

Song Ci curled his lips, with a bit of disdain in his eyes, "He still can't control me."

There was a smile in her voice, and she was obviously in a good mood.

Ye Yuxing also understood Song Ci's personality. She didn't say anything more, she just said she was almost there and hung up the phone.

Song Ci threw the phone aside, and the cigarette in his hand burned to the end...

In the evening, Song Ci and Ye Yuxing arrived at the hotel on time. As soon as they got off, all the paparazzi who had been staying outside suddenly swarmed up and surrounded them.

Song Ci was wearing sunglasses and her thin lips were pressed into a tight line.

"Ms. Song, don't you have anything to say about the recent comments on the Internet?"

"Miss Song, don't you have any sense of shame in interfering in Luo Heng and Shen Jiayi's relationship?"

"Please answer directly!"

The reporters pushed each other, and Ye Yuxing tightly protected Song Ci behind him, "Aci, you go in first."

Song Ci nodded and turned to leave.

But I don’t know whose reporter was so bold that he directly grabbed Song Ci’s arm and refused to let him go at all.

"Don't you have anything to say? Is Miss Song bullying newcomers just because of her status in the circle? Please answer directly."

Song Ci turned around and looked at the reporter with cold eyes.

"Let go!"

Her voice deepened a bit.

The reporter held her tightly, as if he was ready to die.

"My friend, please calm down. Our Aci will respond to this matter later, so let it go first!"

Ye Yuxing was also very angry. If it weren't for being in public now, she would have lost her temper a long time ago.

But the reporter not only had no intention of letting go, but tightened the grip even more, seemingly insisting that Song Ci give an explanation.

Song Ci narrowed his eyes and stopped Ye Yuxing who wanted to speak.

She pulled away the reporter's hand fiercely and pulled down the sunglasses on her face, revealing her delicate and pretty face. The flashlights around her were shining non-stop, as if they were going to blind people's eyes.

"Aci, the company won't let you respond now!"

Ye Yuxing warned in a low voice.

As if Song Ci didn't hear it, he put his sunglasses into his pocket and suddenly smiled. This was the first time Song Ci smiled that was not at an award ceremony.

There is a beautiful woman in the south, who is charming and independent, who can charm the whole city with her smile and make thousands of flowers eclipse her. The evaluation of her in the circle is not completely unreasonable.

Song Ci looked at the reporter, the corners of his mouth became wider and wider, "Want to explain?"

The reporters didn't say anything. They all looked at the women in front of them with bated breath. Song Ci was the only one who reached the top of the Chinese music scene in just a few years after debuting.

Foreign media once commented on the Song Temple. At that time, newspapers said that there was only one Song Temple in China in heaven and on earth...

What a high praise...

There was only the sound of the cold wind blowing around. Song Ci was silent for a moment, tilted his head and sneered, "I have endured enough these days. You will know who is the mistress and who has cheated on you soon. Now...

No comment!”

After saying that, she took Ye Yuxing and while everyone was stunned, she rushed out of the crowd and rushed into the hotel.

The reporter reacted and wanted to arrest the person, but the hotel security had already turned him away.

In the corridor of the hotel, Song Ci let go of Ye Yuxing's hand and stood aside consciously.

Ye Yuxing frowned, with a somewhat solemn expression on his face. The two were silent for a moment, and finally Ye Yuxing said sinisterly, "You should have broken that reporter's arm at that time."
Chapter completed!