Song Jiaren is about to jump: "When did you learn these shameless tricks?"

"I just told the truth. Last night I told myself that if you dare, I will take responsibility." Chen Ming said it frankly.

Song Jiaren was about to jump up again and stared at him tightly.

After a while, she spoke in a hoarse voice: "I can't be responsible."

Chen Ming didn't say anything else, but just started the car and drove towards the place where Song Jiaren announced. Today she was attending a product launch conference, skin care products, and after she went there, she had to put on makeup and change clothes first, and the press conference time was noon.

When Song Jiaren arrived at the place and got off the car, her assistant came over. She was a little surprised when she saw Chen Ming. Then she looked at Song Jiaren's clothes and understood that it was clearly a man's clothes.

Last night, Miss Song and Chen Ming were together. As Song Jiaren's assistant, she would not have no idea about the matter between them.

The assistant named Yang Tiantian, who is also a good person. When he saw it, he pretended not to see it. He just whispered to Song Jiaren: "It's getting late, let's go in first."

Song Jiaren followed her away, but after walking a few steps, she turned around.

Chen Ming was still there, leaning against the car and smoking.

Song Jiaren pursed her lips and turned around and went in.

Until the dressing room, Yang Tiantian coughed lightly: "Are you with him again?"

Song Jiaren sat in front of the makeup mirror: "What do you mean to be together again? He and I have never been together."

As he said that, he took the oil-absorbing paper and wiped his face, and said to the makeup artist: "Let's start."

The assistant dared not say anything, but after a while she couldn't help but say, "Even if you indulge in some occasional ways, you should avoid it. It's not good to spread it."

The makeup artist coughed, and was obviously told by the little assistant...that arrived.

What does it mean to indulge occasionally?

Song Jiaren glared at the assistant, who was fucking, "I have to worry about the mood of the fans."

"If you love, you will not come, you will not go." Song Jiaren said willfully.

Yes, tough... the little assistant sighed.

Half an hour later, Song Jiaren changed into a black velvet skirt and walked out of the dressing room. Seven or eight bodyguards immediately followed her at the door. When she arrived at the scene, she immediately took off her coat and the little assistant took it.

The host, brand and fans have arrived. Song Jiaren came on stage generously and just wanted to speak, her eyes were fixed.

Off the stage, Chen Ming was sitting among a group of little girls.

Song Jiaren gritted her teeth: Do he know that this brand meeting was...a new product for women's sanitary sanitary syringe. What did he do as a big man here?

Just when she was in a daze, the host had been several times... When she came to her senses, the fans below stared at her, and then their eyes fell on Chen Ming.

Song Jiaren is also professional, and soon felt those strange and suspicious eyes, so she held the microphone and said with a smile: "I actually found a man at the scene today. I want to interview him because of his wife's investigation?"

After saying that, an assistant host handed the microphone to Chen Ming's mouth.

Chen Ming did not speak immediately, but just stared at Song Jiaren.

It was just over the New Year, and it was still minus four or five degrees. Although it was indoors, it would never exceed 15 degrees. However, she was standing there working in such a thin skirt. For a moment, he sighed a little, not knowing whether she was sighing that she could endure hardships or... she felt a little distressed.

He himself suffered, but from the bottom of his heart he felt that a woman like her should not suffer a little.

After a long time, he spoke: "Yes, come here to see my wife."

The host was very good at livening the atmosphere: "At that time, we asked this gentleman to come up and our shopping guide will teach him how to use the new product."

Chen Ming's face suddenly turned red, and the host even made a few jokes. He suddenly felt like he had fallen into a wolf's den.

Song Jiaren glanced at him, then turned her head to her assistant and said, "You can let him go first later."

She doesn't want to be on social news, and the interaction on the stage was photographed. If it is exposed in the future, it will not be good.

She ordered this, and before the assistant could go there, Chen Ming left on an excuse. The host smiled and said, "That gentleman is probably embarrassed. Now we ask Ms. Song to briefly introduce us to the new product..."

Song Jiaren said a few words with a smile, and later arranged a series of activities and some small games, and signed an account for fans. A press conference was finally over. Originally, the senior executives of the brand wanted to invite her to dinner and refused. She was very tired, and now she just wanted to have a good sleep.

As soon as she returned to the dressing room, she changed her clothes and put on her coat.

At this time, I felt a hint of warmth. The assistant accompanied her out and said softly: "You really don't have a meal with the other party's senior management. I got the news that I want to increase your treatment here, and the endorsement fee and land supply will be further expanded."

"I won't go to any treatment." Song Jiaren paused: "It's just the beginning of the Chinese New Year today? I want to rest."

The little assistant said oh and followed her obediently.

Working with Miss Song is not tired, but not tired. The main reason is that there are many ideas. Miss Song has made decisions herself. She doesn’t need to bother. Besides, as Miss Song’s current status, no one dares to bully her, so many things are as they please. They earn as much as they want, and push them off if they don’t want to.

Song Jiaren walked out of the building and wanted to get into her nanny car when she saw Chen Ming leaning against the car.

She paused, he hadn't left yet?

Song Jiaren threw the bag to the little assistant, walked over by herself, and looked at Chen Ming: "Don't you have to work?"

Chen Mingting said honestly: "I was going to go to the General Office to be on duty, so I transferred some people."

Song Jiaren took a step back, "I really have to be responsible?"

Chen Ming didn't say anything, she tilted her head again, then smiled softly: "So, go and tell my brother, and if he agrees, I will agree."

Chen Ming looked at her deeply, "He already knows."

Song Jiaren frowned.

Chen Ming smiled again: "I met someone from the General Office last night. When I saw me holding you back, he probably wanted to flatter your brother, so he called and told me that the entire General Office I am in now probably knows that you spent the night with me last night."

Song Jiaren stared at him tightly, trying to kill him.

Chen Ming smiled innocently. After a while, he suddenly said, "Is it cold? I ordered hot pot and go eat together?"

She wanted to refuse, but she hesitated when she thought of the hot pot... After a while, she reluctantly agreed: "I don't want to have dinner with you because of the hot pot. Chen Ming, don't be too sentimental."

"No, I won't be self-indulgent." He smiled faintly, then opened the car door for her.

Song Jiaren stopped him: "Wait a minute, I'll talk to Tiantian."

She went to her car and said to her assistant: "You can go back by yourself. If you have a trip, tell me two days in advance. It would be better if you don't have a trip. I want to take a vacation recently."

The little assistant poked his head out of the car, looked at Chen Ming, and then asked stammeringly: "Are you having dinner with him?"

Song Jiaren didn't say anything. She didn't dare to ask any more and immediately asked the driver to drive.

When the car left, Song Jiaren returned to Chen Ming's car. He opened the door for her and asked her to get in.

She got into the car, and he got into the car himself, while driving, as if he was asking unintentionally: "Are you cold just now? Can't you wear more when you go on stage? You need to wear so little. Those who sell sanitary tampons are not those who sell shower gel."

Song Jiaren got into the car and wrapped herself in her coat. Only then did she feel a little warmer.

She straightened her feet, breathed a sigh of relief before saying, "What do you think will the brand be happy when wearing a tight dress?"

She paused: "Even if you go to sell milk, you have to dress like a female star."

Chen Ming whispered, held the steering wheel with his slender fingers, and briefly did not talk to her. He whispered until the red light in front of him: "Do you want to be a female star all the time?"

"Otherwise, who will support me?" Song Jiaren asked back.

Chen Ming couldn't answer, and seemed to say that it was inappropriate to make Zhou Yunchen, that she was not suitable for spending enough money, that she was even more inappropriate to raise her, that he was more than one million a year, which was probably not enough for her maintenance fee.

He also knew that his current behavior was silly and was not in line with everything, but when she was drunk and wanted to go home with him, he didn't want to let her go.

Even if he let go of his self-esteem and blurred her sharpness, he didn't want to let her go.

He was silent, which caused Song Jiaren to look at him in a low voice. She muttered in a low voice: "Look."

"What are you looking at?" Chen Ming smiled, but did not look at her, but looked at the road ahead, "Or do you want me to say I support you?"

"No." Song Jiaren said in a angrily manner, and then ignored him.

She was obviously a little angry, and she knew she was angry, but she didn't know why she was angry or why she was angry at him. Obviously... he did nothing wrong. She was lying to his house last night. Although she was drunk, she was not as obviously drunk.

But he just cooperated from beginning to end.

Now, just treating a meal, she is afraid of getting pestered... She knows in her heart that she is unreasonable, and she knows that she is willful and wants him to express what she is willful.

She was angry, but she was actually angry with herself.

When the car arrived at the door of the famous hotpot restaurant, she wanted to get out, but after opening the car door, she couldn't move. She pursed her lips and looked at Chen Ming with her head: "What do you mean?"

Chen Ming sat down, slowly lifting his safety belt, then reached out and took the cigarette box from the central control, took out a cigarette, and lit it...

Song Jiaren's face was tightly tense: I don't smoke second-hand smoke.

He looked at her, a little surprised, but he then put out the cigarette.

It may be a bit difficult to speak.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "I can raise you, but it may only allow you to live an ordinary life, without worrying about food and clothing, and you don't have to worry about your children."

He said this and let go of all his self-esteem, after all, she had hit him.

After Chen Ming finished speaking, Adam's apple drifted away, then smiled and reached out to her hand to open the car door: "Okay, have a meal."

Song Jiaren sat down without moving, and she asked softly: "Don't you want to eat my answer?"

"Do you want to say it now?" he stared at her.

Song Jiaren's breathing was a little messy. She pursed her lips and didn't make a sound.

Chen Ming smiled again and said gently: "It's better to have a meal first."
To be continued...