The next day, He Jing woke up from her sleep.

She opened her eyes hazy, feeling her headache was split, and only scattered fragments remained in her mind.

She remembered that she was drinking at night with Wu Hang, the chief entertainment reporter of "Southern Entertainment", last night. But while drinking, maybe she was in a bad state and was drunk by half a glass of wine, and then... lost consciousness.

Wait, then that is to say-

She looked around in panic and found that it seemed like the layout of a hotel private room!

God, what happened to me last night!

She lifted the quilt, and the shocking blood flush between her legs made her completely stunned. What... is this? Did she be...

This is impossible, who did it! Which bastard did it!

He Jing is simply worse than death! She has always regarded her as a treasure for the first time and planned to give her the first time to Qinglang, but she was ruined by someone!

Her first reaction was not to find out who was the one who harmed her, but to be so ashamed and angry that she wanted to jump off the building! As soon as she jumped out of bed, the sound of walking came from the living room of the hotel suite, and then she pushed the door open and entered.

The room was very dark, and He Jing couldn't see who the person was. He just thought he was tall and straight, wearing a baseball cap to cover his handsome face.

The man sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, wearing sunglasses on his face. Seeing He Jing's actions, he seemed to be smiling and asked, "Ms. He is planning to jump off the building through the window?"

He Jing looked at him angrily: "Who are you? Did you take me last night..."

He Jiaming waved his hand: "I am frank, I am not interested in you at all, but I think some people should be interested in you, Miss He will know just by looking at it."

He threw a stack of photos to He Jing, and the photos scattered on the bed like snowflakes. He Jing picked up one of them, and just glanced at them and turned red. This... is this himself? What is this doing

?

"You are shameless!" she cursed.

He Jiaming sneered: "Don't Miss He like this method? Why didn't you say you were shameless when you uploaded your own photos? I just took photos that the public is looking forward to."

"What do you want? Do you have a hush fee?" He Jing calmed down and began to think about who the person in front of him was, so he asked a question tentatively.

"Shutdown fee?" He Jiaming sneered as if he heard a joke, "Sorry, Miss He, I don't lack money, what I lack is excitement."

"Then what did you do to me?" He Jing asked, "Don't you want to blackmail me?"

"Of course not. I want you to make a public clarification on your own Weibo that nothing happened to me and Situ Qinglang. Then select the two you think are the most lustful and lewd pictures from these photos and post them."

"I can't do it." He Jing bit his lower lip, "Unless you let me die."

He Jiaming smiled and said, "I knew you would say that, so from the beginning, I didn't expect you to do it."

He Jing frowned: "What do you mean? Have you sent the photos?"

"It's not already, but it's about to be there. You and I can post it either. If you send it yourself, you can also use the wording. If it's me, don't hope you will have a good ending." He Jiaming pushed his sunglasses and pushed his sunglasses.

, took out her cell phone like a magic trick and swayed it in her hand.

He Jing's pretty face turned pale in an instant. She rushed up to grab the phone, but He Jiaming pushed it away and fell back on the bed.

"Remember to encrypt when using iPhone, otherwise your phone will look like this-" He opened Weibo, and the message push came with a "ding" prompt sound - Weibo has been sent.

He Jing screamed, and she cursed loudly: "Damn, what did you send out?"

"I sent it to you yesterday but didn't have a chance to send it." He Jiaming threw the phone back to her, crossed his legs, and stared at her reaction leisurely.

Blood surged upwards, He Jing picked up his phone with trembling hands and saw the latest sending status on his Weibo:

"I was very tired last night, and sometimes I felt that being a star was also very hard."

The accompanying picture is exactly two of the photos - one is a photo of her kneeling in front of a strange man to provide some service to her, and the other is her looming legs, and the shocking blood between her legs.

He Jing instantly felt like she was going crazy and completely collapsed! How could this happen! How could this happen! Why did things develop like this!

She suddenly got up and ran towards the window. He Jiaming was not nervous at all. She sat there as a rock. He Jing opened the curtains and saw the window with an anti-theft net installed-

You can't die even if you die! Why... how can you be so cruel to her! She has no face anymore, what's the point of living!

She suddenly came to her senses, rushed back to the bed and grabbed her phone to delete the sending record. He Jiaming said coldly: "It's useless. Do you know how many people have screenshotted your words now?"

He Jing stared at him and asked, "Who are you? Why did you treat me like this!"

He Jiaming stood up, stretched lazily, and smiled: "Don't you want to be famous? Just help you. Don't know who I am. If you have to pursue it, just call me Lei Feng."

"You bastard!" He Jing rushed up again, and He Jiaming stopped her lightly and smashed her back to the bed.

"Miss He, if I don't put my clothes on, I'm afraid I'll even want you." He Jiaming opened the door and walked out.

He Jing was completely stupid. She collapsed on the bed and didn't dare to think about the consequences of this report. In just a few minutes, the phone prompt sound kept ringing. It was obvious that someone was commenting and reposting her Weibo update just now.

...

She finally collapsed, deleted the Weibo post hard, and then threw her phone hard on the floor, and the screen split in an instant.

He Jiaming got out of the guest room, took the elevator to enter the underground garage, and then got into his Porsche.

Wu Hang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked, "How is she?"

"It's going crazy." He Jiaming took off his sunglasses, "That stupid woman, she can't hear the sound of me, she deserves to be."

"Can you do what you said next? My people are ready." Wu Hang continued to ask.

"Of course, thank you Mr. Wu." He Jiaming lit a fine cigar, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed Wu Hang a glass: "Celebrating the happy cooperation."

Wu Hang took the wine glass, and He Jiaming stared at him with a smile. He asked unnaturally: "What are your eyes?"

"Mr. Wu drink it first." He Jiaming shook his wine glass, sniffed under his nose, shrugged his shoulders, and poured the red wine out of the window.

Wu Hang completely convinced He Jiaming. He never dared to make any other sidelines again. Today he fell into He Jiaming's hands and he really accepted it.
Chapter completed!