Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1145 1162 [Show some sincerity]
Advertising shooting scene——
Whether it was Han Jiaren, the person involved, or Lin Shiling who was watching the joke, and most of the others, they all guessed the beginning correctly, but did not guess the result correctly.

No one thought that Song Zhichao, instead of helping Han Jiaren with compassion, took an ice bucket and poured ice cubes and ice water over Han Jiaren's head.

In an instant, Han Jiaren's whole body froze.

She stared blankly at Song Zhichao.

Lin Shiling smiled and looked at Song Zhichao silently.

The commercial director looked embarrassed: "President Song, this is..."

Lin Shiling said: "There is no need to shoot, this scene is over."

Commercial director: "Uh, is it?"

Looking at Song Zhichao again, he turned around and said to the commercial director, "Are you still filming?"

The commercial director who had already received Lin Shiling's explanation hurriedly shook his head like a rattle, "No need! No need!"

"Since I don't need it, I'll take her away." Song Zhichao left the shooting scene with his arms around Han Jiaren's fragrant shoulders.

A group of people watched them silently.

Lin Shiling suddenly said from behind: "I'm sorry, President Song, I didn't expect you to know each other."

Song Zhichao looked back at Lin Shiling, smiled and said, "Thank you too, for arranging such a wonderful play."

Lin Shiling: "As long as you like it."

Song Zhichao didn't say anything more, at this time Quan Wulie had already driven over.

Song Zhichao arranged for Han Jiaren to get in the car.

Han Jiaren was drenched and trembling, "Wet your car..."

"Forget about the car, get up quickly." Song Zhichao pushed her onto the car.

……

Once in the car——
Han Jiaren turned her head and said to Song Zhichao, "You guys are in collusion, aren't you?"

Song Zhichao ordered Quan Wulie to drive.

Quan Wulie asked where to go.

Song Zhichao said to go home.

After saying this, Song Zhichao turned his head and answered Han Jiaren: "Didn't you believe me?"

"I'm not deaf." Han Jiaren said, "Just now you thanked her for arranging such a good play——I was treated badly, are you happy?"

"I said you didn't believe me?"

"You always make me believe in you, but you don't even have any sincerity."

"How can I be sincere?"

"Anyway, you take off your coat first and give it to me—I'm almost freezing to death!" Han Jiaren's lips trembled, and she curled up in the car, looking like a cat drenched in heavy rain.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Then he unbuttoned his clothes, took off his suit, and threw it to Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren quickly put on her suit and said, "It's still cold."

Song Zhichao looked at himself, "If I take it off again, only my pants will be left..."

"I didn't tell you to undress, turn on the heat—you always have heat in your car, right?"

Song Zhichao: "..."

"Okay, there's no need to turn on the heater. I guess I'm already too cold before the car heats up—where are you taking me?"

"Going home, of course."

"You want me to die!" Han Jiaren reacted violently, "Please, I have been doused in six buckets of ice water, if you don't hurry up and find a place to put me, you have to drive three or four ten minutes to go home—— You just let me freeze to death."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Before Song Zhichao could speak, Han Jiaren let out a sneeze, and was already sneezing from the cold.

"I don't care. You dumped the sixth barrel on my head. You are the indirect murderer. If I die from a cold, fever, or pneumonia, I will ask for your life...how to do it , I will wear a red dress, and then climb in from your chimney in the middle of the night, and tell you on the bed, pay me back!"

Song Zhichao: "Are you sure? It's not Merry Christmas?"

Han Jiaren: "...? Are you kidding me? I'm asking for your life. Merry Christmas!"

Song Zhichao spread his hands: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"How to do it? Of course let me warm up as soon as possible! Now my blood is almost freezing, and my eight meridians are also half-frozen. According to your Hong Kong martial arts novels, I can almost do it now Practicing "Xuan Ming Shen Palm"."

"Have you also watched "The Legend of Yitian Slaying the Dragon"?"

"Uh, researched."

"Who do you like?"

"Zhang Wuji."

"Where's the girl?"

"Zhao Min." Han Jiaren felt wrong after finishing speaking, "Hey, what are you doing? I asked you to find a way to save me, and you are talking to me!"

"I'm diverting your attention—do you feel less cold?"

"I'm not cold on your size!" Han Jiaren began to wobble again.

"I can give you warmth—but I can't hold you in my arms, can I?" Song Zhichao looked at Han Jiaren, who was dripping wet, wearing tulle and almost showing her curves, and couldn't help swallowing.

Under Song Zhichao's bright eyes, Han Jiaren shrank subconsciously: "You think beautifully! Also, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing to see."

"I didn't see what you were staring at me just now?"

"Did I stare at you?"

"Watch it."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then just keep an eye on it."

"Look, you admitted it." After finishing speaking, Han Jiaren felt something was wrong, and stared at Song Zhichao with wide eyes: "Are you chatting with me again?"

Song Zhichao: "I tried to divert your attention again—is it much better?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

Blinking, and then: "You let me die!"

Take your head, bang bang bang, hit hard.

Song Zhichao: "What are you doing?"

"Rather than being mad at you and freezing to death by icy water, it's better to hit yourself to death."

"Then please hit your head against the car—now you hit my chest, ahem, it is very likely that you are not dead yet, I will be killed by you first!" Song Zhichao said.

Han Jiaren curled her lips, "Cut, cheapskate! I can't even borrow your chest!"

……

Quan Wulie, who was driving in the front, was originally driving seriously, and put an end to all information behind him——after all, as a private driver, he deeply understands that there are some things that he should not listen to, and he should not read if he should not read them.

However, Song Zhichao and Han Jiaren's "flirting and cursing" made him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As soon as the laughter came out, Quan Wulie said in his heart, "Oops!"

Just when Quan Wulie was afraid, Han Jiaren suddenly shouted from behind: "Stop!"

With a creak, the Cadillac pulled to the side of the road.

Song Zhichao: "What are you doing?"

Han Jiaren pointed outside: "Steam room! There is a steam room over there!"

Song Zhichao saw it too.

Places like steam rooms can be seen everywhere in Korea, and they are also the favorite places of many Korean people.

Like Han Jiaren's current appearance, it would definitely be much more comfortable if she could steam in the steam room.

Seeing that Han Jiaren couldn't wait to get off the car.

Song Zhichao said to Quan Wulie: "You drive to help her buy a set of clothes." After speaking, he also got out of the car.

Quan Wulie: "..."

The problem is that he doesn't know what size clothes Han Jiaren wears.

He is a rough guy who used to be a criminal police officer, let alone buying clothes for women, he has never even bought hair ropes.

Could it be that this was his punishment for laughing just now?

(End of this chapter)