In just a few minutes, the name An Zhisu became a trending topic, directly overshadowing Yang Xi's scandal. Everyone was obviously more interested in the eldest lady of the An Group. After all, everyone has a heart for gossip, especially
They are even more obsessed with gossip about wealthy families.
Song Jia's popularity exploded. Without saying a word, she started a war on Weibo. The official Weibo of the Aite'an Group said: In order to clear the name of a green tea bitch, even his own daughter was pulled out and betrayed. I won't accept it, so I will obey you!
This Weibo declaration of war was quickly posted, and the sailors openly fought with Song Jiaren. Song Jiaren would fight one against a hundred, one against one, and two against one against the pair.
When Xia Jingze's call came in, Song Jiaren was cursing loudly and said angrily: "What are you doing? I'm busy. I have something to talk about. If there's nothing else to do, hang up."
"Don't hang up, don't hang up. I don't think you have enough firepower on your own, so I want to help you." Xia Jingze said quickly.
"You? Are you okay? You are a big v on Weibo, with tens of millions of fans, and your agent will make you look sexy?" Song Jiaren said in a tone of "Why don't I believe it so much?"
Xia Jingze smiled wickedly: "These days, which celebrity can't have a vest number?"
Song Jiaren:......
"Just wait, I'm going to log in to my vest account right now. My vest account is also pretty awesome." Xia Jingze said as he switched accounts on the computer.
Song Jiaren soon received a system prompt to add friends. When she clicked on it, she was immediately dazzled by Xia Jingze's waistcoat.
Sad boy!
Damn it!
My eyes were almost blinded by these four words, and a strong second-class feeling hit my face.
She was still depressed, so she didn't notice that Xia Jingze looked depressed in any part of his body. He was like a late-stage chuunibyou.
Song Jiaren clicked pass without saying anything.
Melancholy Boy: I have millions of fans on my vest account, which is higher than the traffic of a third-tier star. Isn’t it amazing?
Qingben Jiaren: Are there millions of zombie fans?
Melancholy Boy: Who are you looking down on? I, Xia Jingze, can attract hordes of fans without relying on myself, okay?
Qing Ben Jiaren: Hahaha.
If you really look at the four "Melancholic Boys" again, you will go blind. Song Jiaren quickly changed the note: a patient with secondary disease.
A chuunibyou patient: I'm going to help you fight against people now. With our two swords together, we can fight those little green teas to death.
Qingben Jiaren: Go, Pikachu.
Xia Jingze went to the battlefield with a gun in his arms, and as soon as he entered the battlefield, there was a thunder on the ground, and he first attacked the public relations department of the An Group.
Melancholy Boy: Am I the only one who is curious? Who is the eldest lady of the An Group, An Zhisu or Yang Xi? It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, and I have three seconds of silence for Miss An, maybe she has a fake father.
The melancholy boy rarely posts on Weibo, but if you look at his previous Weibo posts, you will know that this blogger has a very vicious mouth and will definitely attack people every time he comes out. He is the kind who has a special sense of justice. Look
If he doesn't get used to it, he will come out and beat people up, without fear of offending anyone.
His fans are all true fans, and he likes the blogger's fearlessness, his courage to say anything, and his ability to criticize anyone. Every time he posts on Weibo, there must be true fans who retweet and send him gifts.
He is on trending searches.
It was the same this time. As soon as he posted this Weibo, fans forwarded messages one after another, making fun of the An Group and sympathizing with An Zhisu for having a fake father.
Song Jiaren was dumbfounded when she saw it. Damn it, this kind of operation is okay. It's completely devoid of structure and logic. The key is that his fans are also very willful, and they repost and support indiscriminately.
Is it true that chuunibyou is also contagious? A fan of a chuunibyou patient is indeed a chuunibyou.
An Zhisu, who witnessed the entire press conference, did not know that Song Jiaren had already put on a jersey for her. She sat blankly on the curb, still maintaining her previous movements. The big screen opposite had switched back to advertising.
But her eyes were still staring, filled with tears of grievance.
It turns out that this is how the An Group cleared Yang Xi's name.
An Zhisu felt that he had underestimated Yang Xi's importance to An's Group and overestimated his position in An Boyuan's heart. For the benefit of the group, he could push her to the forefront again without blinking an eye and let her
Bear the misunderstanding and discrimination of countless people.
It hurts!
An Zhisu's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a hand. The wound that she thought had long been scarred, turned out to be so painful when someone mentioned it again, even more painful than before. Ye Lancheng stood upright before her
Behind him, there was a cold light on the noble and handsome face. He didn't need to look online to guess that the current situation on the Internet must be one-sided towards Yang Xi. The only thing he was lucky about was that he had erased all the comments on the Internet five years ago in advance.
All information about An Zhisu, otherwise at this moment
, the car accident five years ago has long been uncovered.
The couple sat and stood for an unknown amount of time before Ye Lancheng pulled An Zhisu up. An Zhisu was like a puppet on strings and did not react when he was pulled up.
Ye Lancheng patted a little dust on the back of her butt and asked in a soft voice: "Are you hungry?"
As the sun set and the lanterns came on, the man's handsome face was illuminated by the street lights, and his indifferent outline looked particularly soft, which also softened An Zhisu's cold heart.
An Zhisu nodded: "I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat? We'll eat out in the evening and we'll go shopping with you after dinner." Ye Lancheng held her hand, and her hand was cold.
"Black pepper beef tenderloin stir-fried spaghetti." An Zhisu ordered quickly, and after finishing his order, he added: "The one from Xiniu Impression's is particularly delicious."
"Well, let's go eat. Where?" Ye Lancheng followed her.
"It's right here. No need to drive, I'll take you there." An Zhisu pulled him and walked in front to lead the way.
An Zhisu was very familiar with the terrain in this area. She took Ye Lancheng through the alley between the two buildings, then crossed a road, and finally entered a large shopping mall.
Except for necessary work inspections, Ye Lancheng rarely has time to visit shopping malls. Even if he has time, he will not come to the mall to waste time. Therefore, he is completely unfamiliar with this shopping mall. After entering, he was pulled by An Zhisu
We took the elevator and went directly to the dining area on the third floor.
The impression of Xiniu that An Zhisu mentioned was that it was a Western restaurant, located in a relatively good location on the third floor. It was a mid-to-high-end Western restaurant. An Zhisu asked for a seat for two people, and the waiter took them to their seats and brought them menus.
"I'd like a fried spaghetti with beef fillet with black pepper, a grilled chicken wing, a fruit salad and a glass of freshly squeezed mango juice." An Zhisu was obviously a regular customer here before. He didn't even take the menu and just opened his mouth to order.
meal.
Ye Lancheng looked at her with some surprise. His little daughter-in-law, who loves meat and enjoys sex, turned to vegetarianism today. He thought she wanted a steak set meal. "Okay, miss." The waiter placed an order on the ordering machine.
, and asked Ye Lancheng politely: "Sir, what would you like to order?"