As the evening approached, a news item titled "Cen Yi Stylist's Mistress" became a hot search topic. The picture was a photo of Sheng Wantang and a man getting into a silver supercar.
[Mistress, go away! I will disapprove of any look she makes from now on!]
[Leave aside the mistress, this face is really good-looking! Even in the high-definition photo, you can tell she is a beauty! I am a little moved by this appearance! 】
[Wake up upstairs, this is a three!]
[This is Koenigsegg’s global limited edition sports car, right? It’s definitely a big financier!]
[How can these women be so nice now and not act like a bitch? 】
[Are you sure it’s Cen Yi’s stylist? 】
[An insider said that this is indeed Cen Yi’s stylist. And this stylist has a lot of experience. 】
…
Sheng Wantang knew that this news was sent to her by her contact in GT Group.
The other party asked her how to deal with this matter.
She is not in the entertainment industry, and she is not a public figure. Sheng Wantang really can't figure out what the people are making a fuss about.
Is the other party an admirer of Jing Yan?
Or do you want to ruin her career?
gt group.
"Sir, take a look." Yi Jiu sent the Weibo message to Lu Jiyuan, "The person next to me is Young Master Jing. My wife was secretly photographed when she invited Young Master Jing to dinner a few days ago."
Lu Jiyuan saw Sheng Wantang in the photo at first glance, and then looked at the content on Weibo and said, "What are you doing with the fake news?"
The implication is to remove hot searches.
"What's wrong?" Lu Jiyuan didn't wait for Yi Jiu's reaction. He raised his head impatiently, only to see the expression of his subordinate who was speechless.
"The hot search... is already being withdrawn." Yi Jiu said, "Yes... my wife spent her own money to withdraw it."
"She withdrew on her own?" Lu Jiyuan frowned.
Is she guilty of withdrawing the trending search so quickly?
——Lu Jiyuan completely forgot that he was the one who asked to cancel the hot search just now.
At this time, the subordinate sent the latest news.
Yi Jiu turned on his phone to check, and his expression became even more subtle: "Sir, um, just now, Second Young Master Jing specifically helped my wife to clarify."
Jing Shen publicly stated on Weibo: [Why was it deleted on Weibo? The man in the driver's seat is my brother. My brother wanted to buy the car, but he didn't buy it. It's not my brother's. 】
Jing Shen is a well-known independent musician with tens of millions of Weibo fans. One of his Weibo posts caused a much bigger stir than the revelations about Sheng Wantang:
【Ah ah ah! This is the first time that my brother has expressed his love for a woman! This is a series we will see for a long time!】
[If the car doesn’t belong to Depth of Field’s brother, then it belongs to the stylist? What a rich woman!]
[If you don’t understand, just ask, what is the relationship between a stylist and Depth of Field? Depth of Field is from a wealthy family, so is the stylist? 】
[Brothers! The point is not the depth of field, but the rich woman! Look at me, the rich woman who is the stylist! I am tall, have long legs, have a handsome face, and do a good job!]
【Am I the only one who thinks the two of you in the photo match well!!】
[I can do it too! Rich CP is the most fragrant! 】
[@京深Honestly, are you speaking for your sister-in-law? 】
[What about the people who were called three before? Are they all mute? 】
【I want all the information about this stylist!】
…
Yi Jiu didn't read the netizen's comments carefully before showing them to Lu Jiyuan. At this moment, he only felt that the air pressure around his boss was constantly decreasing.
That face was so heavy that water could drip from it.
It’s over, the boss is not happy!
Will the wife be dealt with by the boss?
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Sheng Wantang asked someone to remove the trending search, but she just didn’t want to waste too much time on this matter.
She was tired and sleepy today, and the aftereffects of last night were terrible.
Just as she was about to catch up on her sleep, she received a text message: [No need to thank me. I did it for my brother's reputation.]
When Sheng Wantang saw this phone number for the first time, she replied with confusion: "Who are you?"
When Sheng Wantang saw Jing Shen's statement on Weibo, he suddenly realized that the text message was from Jing Shen.
After that Weibo post, her name has been picked up by netizens, and "stylist Sheng Wantang" has suddenly become a new hot search term.
Sheng Wantang was so numb that he was too lazy to click in and read it again.
Thank you?
As soon as you become so popular, my money to remove the hot search will be wasted!
However, Sheng Wantang was confused.
She and Jingshen have never been in contact with each other, so why does Jingshen have her mobile phone number?
Sheng Wantang called to ask about Depth of Field, and then discovered that she was blocked by Depth of Field.
Well, Depth of Field seemed to be angry because of her "Who are you?"
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In the past few years, the main building has been quiet and lifeless.
But today Lu Jiyuan discovered something different.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw a woman lying in a rocking chair next to the floor-to-ceiling window, bathing in the sunset, sleeping with her eyes closed. Her facial features were extremely delicate, her skin was fair and lovely under the afterglow of the sunset, and her eyelashes were long, dense and curled, like two small handfuls.
fan.
There was a faint greenish black under his eyes, and his face showed the tiredness of not knowing what to do tomorrow.
She was afraid of the cold and wore a thin cashmere blanket around her even in a heated room.
There was also a book in his hand.
The picture seemed exquisite and had a sense of warmth.
The warmth made Lu Jiyuan feel strange, but he couldn't help but look at it more.
The dissatisfaction caused by the comments on the Internet that Sheng Wantang and Jing Yan were a good match disappeared like a popped balloon at the moment I saw Sheng Wantang.
"My wife only got up at noon. After lunch, she played on her mobile phone for a while and then fell asleep." Butler Lin whispered to Lu Jiyuan.
Lu Jiyuan agreed and went upstairs to change clothes.
When we came down, Sheng Wantang had just woken up.
She yawned and looked at him sleepily when she heard the sound.
She opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say a word.
The woman's expression was gloomy, different from the dignified and calculating agility she had pretended to do in the past, like a cat that had been wronged.
Lu Jiyuan's hands felt a little itchy, so he rubbed her head.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Sore throat."
Her voice is hoarse now than before.
"You have a cold?" Lu Jiyuan frowned.
Sheng Wantang sneered, with an expression on her face: "What do you think? Do you think this is human language?"
Lu Jiyuan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and said, "Squeamish."
Blame her for being squeamish?
Sheng Wantang glared at Lu Jiyuan angrily for a few seconds, and finally didn't want to look at him anymore.
It’s an eyesore!
Cantonese cuisine was prepared for the dinner, and seven or eight exquisite small dumplings were served on the table, which looked very pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that Sheng Wantang was still lying on the rocking chair, Lu Jiyuan asked the servant to call her to eat.
"My wife said she didn't feel well and didn't want to move, so she just had dinner on the sofa over there," the servant said.
Lu Jiyuan walked towards Sheng Wantang.
As I got closer, I realized that she had fallen asleep again.
How come you can sleep so well?
She didn't move much, so she was so tired?
Lu Jiyuan knelt down and patted the woman's face, "Sheng Wantang, wake up. Eat and then go to bed."
"I don't want to move."
Sheng Wantang closed her eyes and muttered, frowning to express her dissatisfaction with him disturbing her sleep.