Chapter 3
Because of the [-] Ruan fans' endless love and deafening screams, Song Ci and Ruan Jiangxi left the venue early. The media and fans lost interest for a moment, and went to Ruan Jiangxi's private lounge in twos and threes.

Outside the lounge, a male fan was making a fuss and threatened not to leave until he saw Ruan Jiangxi.

What is this? There are fans who once threatened to blow up the whole building if they didn't see Ruan Jiangxi. Didn't Song Shao throw it down from the second floor.The private bodyguard was not surprised, and said with a blank expression, "I'm sorry, sir, it's forbidden to enter here."

"I'm Ruan Jiangxi's fan. Let me meet her. If I don't go in, let me take a look at her at the door." Holding a poster of Ruan Jiangxi in his hand, the man begged, "Please, just let me see her." One glance."

Let him in, and he is definitely the one who is thrown out. The elder brother of the bodyguard said impatiently: "I'm sorry, Young Master Song has ordered that no one else can enter Miss Ruan's lounge."

The man glared angrily: "I'm not just an idler, I'm the one who loves Ruan Jiangxi the most, what is Song Ci, why should he prevent me from meeting Jiangxi, Song Ci is not worthy, he is not worthy of my Jiangxi, he has Dissociative disorder, don’t think everyone doesn’t know about it, he’s just crazy!”

As soon as these words came out, the outside of the lounge immediately fell silent. After a while, someone immediately evacuated the crowd and closed the outside door.

"Sir, please be careful what you say."

The man was already furious, and he didn't restrain himself at all: "I'm not wrong, he's just crazy, I follow him every time he goes to the hospital, I heard the psychiatrist talking on the phone, she said Song Ci was sick, his memory It will be emptied once every three days, no one will remember, Song Ci has a problem with his mind!"

No one dares to say whether Song Shao has a brain problem, but this male fan must have a brain problem.

The man was still clamoring loudly: "He is not worthy of my Jiangxi, my Jiangxi is so good, he is the best actor in the world, Song Ci's mental illness is not worthy!"

"Click—" the door of the lounge opened.

The bodyguard who was having a headache immediately stood aside respectfully: "Miss Ruan." He didn't dare to look at the big boss next to him whose face had been frozen for three feet, but Ruan Jiangxi looked normal, calm and calm, walked out of the lounge slowly, and took a look at the boss. The male fan who was a little stunned by surprise raised his hand, holding the trophy for Best Actress that he had just received with his white and slender wrist, and then——

Smash it hard!

The special assistant Qin Jiang who had just arrived just happened to witness the angle of smashing people, and was stunned. Is this still the always indifferent but friendly Ruan Jiangxi?On the other hand, looking at his own boss, the corners of his mouth hung up, with a contented look.

Qin Jiang was stunned as he watched a line of blood slide down the gleaming trophy, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

The man clutched his bleeding forehead and fell down, but his face was full of obsession: "Jiangxi, Jiangxi, I am your fan, I love you, I love you so much, you are finally willing to see me."

Qin Jiang sneered at this man, he was hopelessly stupid.

"Do you remember my acceptance speech just now?" Ruan Jiangxi squatted slightly, looking coldly at the man curled up on the ground.

Just now, she stood on the podium, smiled at Yanyan, and said: I am not only Song Ci's woman, I am also an actor.

At this time, she had already turned cold with those eyes that were full of streams: "I am not only an actor, but also Song Ci's woman. I don't allow anyone to say anything bad about him."

Song Ci, who was standing beside her, smiled rarely, and his Leng Chen eyes were full of Ruan Jiangxi's shadow, delicate and gentle, very pretty.

(End of this chapter)

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