Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

After Song Yuening took stock of the winter supplies, she contacted Xie Mingyuan and asked him to arrange for someone from the transportation company to pick up the items.

Seeing the packed items being loaded into the truck one by one, Song Yuening's eyebrows became a little softer.

"What are you thinking about?"

Xie Mingyuan walked over from behind Song Yuening, stood side by side with her, looked at the smile on her lips, and asked.

"It's nothing, I just feel lucky to have you here."

If Xie Mingyuan hadn't offered to help, I'm afraid she would have been too busy to find a transportation company willing to take the order.

Xie Mingyuan listened to her thankful tone, but raised his hand to wrap his arms around her shoulders, his tone not as relaxed as usual.

"Probably, luckily you are here."

Xie Mingyuan asked himself that he was not a great philanthropist. Although Xie also had a specially established charity organization under his name, in any case, it was managed by the company and he rarely paid attention to it.

If it weren't for Song Yuening this time, he would never have paid attention to these things.

Song Yuening was far more attentive than he thought.

Song Yuening looked at Xie Mingyuan, who was looking at her with burning eyes, and smiled for a moment.

"I just did something within the scope of my ability. Why do you make it sound like I did a huge good deed?"

Song Yuening looked at the transport truck that had been loaded and ready to go at any time, and her mind had already thought of the simple smiles on the simple faces of the children in the mountainous areas after receiving this batch of winter supplies.

"Hopefully these kids will make it through the winter."

Song Yuening sighed softly and began to think about the next plan in her mind.

After all, the people she wants to support are children in mountainous areas. It is not enough to have clothes to keep warm in the winter. She plans to allow those children who have never received education to enter school, learn knowledge they have never been exposed to, and then go into society.

Even if Song Yuening has considered it, some of them may not like studying and have no talent in learning, but it is better to go to school than to stay in that mountain all their lives.

Song Yuening was so busy that she had no time to think about anything else.

Jiang Mengyao didn't wait for Song Yuening's counterattack for a long time, and after seeing on the Internet that the rumors about Song Yuening using children to gain attention had disappeared, she suddenly became dissatisfied.

"It was just a donation of a few supplies. People who didn't know it thought she had done many extraordinary things."

Although Jiang Mengyao said disdainful words, an idea came to her heart.

Since Song Yuening can rely on this method to gain attention and attraction from the outside world, why can't she?

Jiang Mengyao felt ready to move, and immediately called her employees.

Seeing the other party's trembling look, Jiang Mengyao raised her hand and waved it casually.

"You go find a few children from poor family backgrounds, give them something, and then spread the news that I sponsor the children."

Jiang Mengyao fiddled with her bright red nails and gave instructions to the employees in front of her casually.

The employee hesitated for a moment, then asked with some uncertainty: "Boss, are you planning to imitate Boss Song from the studio opposite?"

He was just worried that this behavior would be counterproductive, but he didn't expect that these words instantly ignited Jiang Mengyao's anger.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why, can't I do it when others have done it to support children? Why should I imitate her?" "Okay, don't stand here, troubling me, just look at you. I’m upset. Hurry up and do what I tell you, or you’ll lose next month’s salary!”

The employee had no choice but to nod in agreement and then left the office.

Under Jiang Mengyao's operation, news about her sponsoring children quickly became a hot topic.

Although he also invited a navy force this time, it was different from the last time when he specially invited someone to blackmail Song Yuening. Although the comments section was full of praise for her, each comment was different and the words were not repeated.

If a knowledgeable person reads it, they will know how much effort Jiang Mengyao put into this matter.

Inside Song Yuening's studio.

An employee saw news about Jiang Mengyao's sponsorship of children on the hot search list, and subconsciously clicked on Jiang Mengyao's homepage, only to find that the other party had posted a Weibo post.

“There are some things that you just have to do with a clear conscience and don’t need to be known by others.”

The accompanying picture is a photo of myself and a child who looks a little embarrassed.

Combined with the hot search for Song Yuening that they saw some time ago, the employees almost immediately understood the meaning of this Weibo title.

"What are you doing? Our teacher Song's charity is just a show to attract attention. She, Mengyao, is doing charity because she has a clear conscience. I have never seen anything like this green tea in my life. It's disgusting!"

As soon as the employee said these words, the originally quiet studio suddenly became boiling. The employees who had just been immersed in their work started asking what happened to make the employee who spoke first so angry.

After learning what happened, everyone began to complain.

"This Jiang Mengyao, don't be too green tea. Don't you know what kind of thing she is? She has been blacklisted by workers in our circle, and now she has the nerve to pretend to be a philanthropist. Isn't it disgusting?"

"Who says it's not the case? If you compare this kind of person with our Teacher Song, I feel wronged by our Teacher Song!"

Therefore, without Song Yuening's knowledge, Jiang Mengyao's Weibo was shared by employees in the work group. Other employees in the group quickly posted this Weibo and the inexplicably hot search comment section "Capture".

After having afternoon tea, Jiang Mengyao took out her mobile phone and was excited to see how many followers her homepage had gained. However, when she clicked on Weibo, she was stuck by the huge number of comments and had to quit.

"What's going on? It turns out this trick works so well. How many fans have I gained?"

Jiang Mengyao thought that the reason why she was blocked was because she gained too many followers and the backend collapsed.

But when she saw clearly what those who commented and privately messaged her had said, the smile on her face suddenly froze, and then turned into anger.

"It's so funny that you said the words "clear conscience". When you mistreated your employees, did you ever think about having a clear conscience? "

"Is it fun to buy Hot Search by yourself? Someone in the know has gone to these children to understand the situation, saying that the things you buy for them are of the lowest quality and not useful at all. Jiang Mengyao, don't you feel guilty doing this kind of thing? ?"

Remarks like this completely distort the direction of the comment section.

Jiang Mengyao looked at the "knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing" words left by unsuspecting passers-by, and she almost chewed her back molars with hatred.

The IP addresses of these people were in City A. Jiang Mengyao picked a few homepages of the most popular people, clicked on them and found out their identities without much effort.

These people are all employees of Song Yuening!

"Song Yuening!"

Jiang Mengyao put her phone upside down on the table with a sullen face, and swept everything on the table to the ground with a sweep of her arm.

This time, she and Song Yuening's relationship was finally complete! (End of chapter)