The president is wild and spoils the little woman

"Song Meinan, what do you want to drink? I'll treat you." Ding Jiaqi's soft voice sounded.

"Being an exclusive in this kind of place, Reporter Ding, you are really not afraid that I will be exposed."

"The more dangerous the place, the safer it is, and the more public it is, the more secretive it is." Ding Jiaqi said with a wise face.

The person sitting opposite her was the rising star Song Zijiang, who had become popular in three consecutive TV series.With the two small dimples on the cheeks and this baby face, it can be said that thousands of women are fascinated.

However, there are many people who are popular, and when he became the focus of everyone's attention, he also became the most controversial new star on the cusp.

He has a good face and good acting skills, which are the main reasons why he became popular, but many things before becoming famous have also been revealed. Who would have thought that this handsome and lovely rising star in front of him would be a playboy?

Will it be a person who regards women as shoes on the feet, wears them when they want to wear them, and changes them when they don't wear them?

When Ding Jiaqi received the task of this exclusive interview, she actually felt very headache. In fact, she was not very interested in the news of the entertainment industry, especially this kind of new star who became famous by relying on her face and bloody TV series. Ding Jiaqi didn't have much in her heart. I agree, and secondly, I have been as busy as a dog these two days. There are still two interviews with big names over there, and there is a press conference to attend at five o'clock in the afternoon.

In order to make up for the work progress that was affected by a certain scumbag some time ago, she has completely treated herself as a woman as a man, but, who knows, the editor-in-chief directly treats her like a beast!

"Actually, I want to say that I don't have so many rules. Even if you bring your agent with you, I won't feel troubled." Ding Jiaqi said that the agent is with the artist, one is to protect the artist, and the other is to let the artist Do not do something out of the ordinary.

But for journalists, brokers are not so welcome.

"That's because I believe that Reporter Ding will never embarrass me and ask some difficult questions."

Ding Jiaqi smiled slightly, "Song Meinan really understands me."

Song Zijiang's face is indeed a gift from God, Ding Jiaqi sighed, and then started his routine questioning.

"Song Meinan, do you have any special opinions on acting or scripts?"

"Choose a good script, and then act well." Song Zijiang replied lightly.

Ding Jiaqi didn't plan to spend much time sitting here with him, so she asked casually, without her usual sharp style, but just asked the public's questions once, and Song Zijiang was also considered patient, answering every question seriously.

It's just that the answer is also very general, nothing special.

Ding Jiaqi felt sleepy, frowned, got up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Well, please do as you please." Song Zijiang sat on the sofa the whole time, a pair of sunglasses covered most of his face, but there was a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Stretching out his hand, the medicine he had prepared earlier was put into Ding Jiaqi's coffee cup naturally, and he shook it lightly.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ding Jiaqi looked at herself with dark circles under her eyes, and sighed. How long has it been since she had a good night's sleep?Shouldn't it be time to take a good rest?

Patting her cheek, she walked back to her seat.

"Let's continue." Ding Jiaqi smiled and continued to ask, "About the past, it was uploaded that you had a past with many women. Can you respond to this matter?"

Song Meinan's eyes under the sunglasses fixedly looked at Ding Jiaqi's upright and beautiful facial features, and her upturned nose, wondering if a certain place was also upright.

Ding Jiaqi picked up the coffee on the table, put it to her mouth, drank some, and refreshed herself.

"Do you think those rumors are true?"

"Song Meinan, I came to ask you precisely because I didn't know."

"But before I answer, I want to hear what Ding Da reporter thinks of me."

Ding Jiaqi paused slightly, raised her head and looked at Song Zijiang, "Do you really want to listen?"

"What's the matter?"

"According to my experience as a reporter, the photos on the Internet are all true. A woman who once dated you said that you have some special hobbies. I also think it is true."

"A special hobby..."

Song Zijiang read these words silently.

Ding Jiaqi was just talking casually, joking, to refresh herself and the big star wearing sunglasses opposite. ,

The so-called special hobbies refer to the man in front of him, who is particularly lustful, and in some respects, he is more enthusiastic than others. In addition, he is also interested in sex and abuse.

Nothing is impossible, but possibility or impossibility is not big news to Ding Jiaqi.

Rich people, even if they like to do things, are also people who are glamorous on the surface, but they may be dirtier behind the scenes.

"Well, is my intuition right?" Ding Jiaqi smiled.

Song Zijiang was silent for a moment, and then smiled, "How can Reporter Ding look at me like this? Of course, these are all fake. No matter what, I hope Reporter Ding can clarify for me."

Ding Jiaqi just smiled and said nothing, "Since Song Meinan spoke like this, there is no reason for me to disagree."

"If all the reporters were as easy-talking as you, then those of us who are in the entertainment industry wouldn't be so embarrassed."

Ding Jiaqi took another sip of coffee, like her?If they were like her, they would have no way out in the entertainment industry.

She has absolutely no interest in him at all, and she doesn't even think there will be any explosive points in the interview. In this case, of course, she will not pursue him desperately.

Ding Jiaqi rubbed her head, only to feel some pain. 13acv.

Is it true that she has been too busy recently?

"You look sleepy." Song Zijiang looked at her, and then asked with concern.

"You discovered all of this. Being a reporter is just as easy as being a celebrity," Ding Jiaqi smiled.

"Have some coffee to pick you up."

Ding Jiaqi didn't think about anything else, so she picked up the coffee, took two more sips, and then put it down.

I was about to ask some more questions, but suddenly realized that something was wrong, my chest was tight and tight, irritable, stuffy feeling kept rushing to my heart, and the coffee in front of me was really a bit dazzling.

She raised her head, her eyes were already dazed, she was drugged...

This was her first reaction, the perpetrator...the perpetrator...Song Zijiang...

How heavy was the medicine he took, she suddenly went limp, and the next second, she was laying on the table with her face flushed red, only her ears rumbled to hear Song Zijiang's hypocritical inquiry, and the kind of gentle voice that succeeded. , a low, inaudible laugh.

Ding Jiaqi bit her lip, but the saliva in her mouth kept flowing, as if she was longing for something, as if there was a big meal in front of her, and she wanted to pounce on it and take two bites.

Then, she heard a familiar voice, not from her mouth, but from a fist.

Yin Luo ran over in a hurry. He heard Ding Jiaqi's voice and knew that she was doing an exclusive interview with someone else. He just sat by the window of the teahouse by accident, looked at the stubborn woman from top to bottom, and listened to her. Talking with others, between asking and answering, he could hear the boredom in her voice, and hear her sleepiness and exhaustion.

It's all right?

He was far away, so he couldn't see very clearly. He only knew that the man sitting across from her touched his coffee. He was always suspicious, but since the other party was Ding Jiaqi, he had really experienced this woman before, so he cringed for some reason. , cringing at appearing in front of her...

He just heard that her voice was getting weaker and weaker, and her breathing was getting more and more unstable, so he knew something was wrong.

Yin Luo felt helpless, this pair of good friends were all the same, if something happened to one, something happened to the other.

How cruel is this society that can make Ding Jiaqi and Du Rui a couple.

Burning with anxiety, Yin Luo finally understood what these four words meant.

Looking at the endless flow of the road, he didn't even have a gap to wait for the car to stop, he just crossed the street, the piercing sound of cars and cursing sounded behind him, he heard it but didn't listen.

Jumping into the cafe, I saw that the man's hand was about to touch Ding Jiaqi's. Without saying a word, he went up and punched the man in the face with his fist.

There was a scream, and Song Zijiang's sunglasses were shattered, and the shards of glass seemed to be pierced into his eyes. He covered his eyes and saw red liquid between his fingers.

"Sir, please don't make trouble casually..."

How could Yin Luo control so much, he dragged the man and threw him out of the store, almost effortlessly, which surprised everyone who watched.

He didn't say a single ruthless word, but let the man fall until several bones were broken.

Yin Luo walked back again, and picked up the woman whose face was already blushing.

Ding Jiaqi opened her eyes, in front of her was not a beautiful man, but a big iceberg... um... a big iceberg...

"Let go of me..." She clutched his clothes tightly while saying something wrong with her mouth.

Yin Luo frowned, ran out of the cafe, threw her into his car, and drove to Ding Jiaqi's small apartment.

But where is Ding Jiaqi who is lying in the back seat safe?

Song Zijiang is a person who has no seriousness, no brains, he almost put enough medicine to make a dead pig emotional, into Ding Jiaqi's coffee.

Ding Jiaqi tugged at her shirt, her consciousness was half-conscious, she knew that she had been drugged and that the man was coming...

Knowing that I was in his car.

Knowing that he is in danger now, the hot feeling in the depths of his body keeps coming.

She stretched out her hand to grab her neck, and her whole body was twisted and twisted in pain on the back seat.

I want Ding Qi noodles.Yin Luo closed his eyes, besides Ding Jiaqi, he should be the only one who knows that she has a hot figure, right?

He picked up the mineral water in the locker, unscrewed the cap, poured it backwards without turning his head, and poured it all on Ding Jiaqi's hot body.

Ding Jiaqi sighed comfortably when the coolness came, and his consciousness came back a little.

"Ding Jiaqi, cheer up!"

"Alo..."

Her intimate voice murmured in the small car, making Yin Luo stunned.

There is one more~~ woo woo~~ I cry~~