Addicted to Doting Wife: President Gao Leng, Please Be Moderate

Chapter 211 Rescue the Beauty
"Miss Qin, I heard that you played big names in the film crew and even became a diehard fan of Qin Sitian. Is this true?"

"Miss Qin, may I ask if the chef in the Golden House was really invited by your benefactor?"

"Miss Qin, are you jealous because Young Master Xu came to visit Qin Sitian on the set, so you asked the gold master behind you to ask the chef from the Golden House to cook for you, so mad at Qin Sitian and Young Master Xu?"

"Miss Qin, the gold master behind you is Zheng Shao, the boss of Yinye Film and Television, right?"

"Young Master Zheng blatantly talked to you on Weibo back then, didn't you guys already have an affair?"

"Miss Qin, how long have you been taken care of by Zheng Shao?"

……

The microphones of each reporter pushed back and forth in front of Qin Xia, but when Qin Xia backed away, they made an inch of it.

One of the microphones even touched her nose directly, and when the tip of her nose hurt, she subconsciously waved her hand.

The microphone fell to the ground, and the reporter immediately yelled, "Beat someone, beat someone, Qin Xia, the screenwriter of urban men and women, beat someone."

"Miss Qin, may I ask if you became angry because you were told about your thoughts?" The other reporters immediately rushed forward, wanting to turn the white into black. shoot.

Not far away, Qin Sitian and Chen Lili looked at this scene gloatingly, not to mention how happy they were.

At this moment, a luxury sports car suddenly rushed over from behind the reporter, with the sound of rapid brakes, they were about to be hit, and the reporters backed away subconsciously.

The sports car barely stopped in front of Qin Xia, and the door of the passenger seat opened quickly.

"Get in the car." Zheng Rong said quickly.

Qin Xia looked bewildered, but quickly got in.

The sports car rushed out of the film and television city before the reporters could react.

"That sports car belongs to Zheng Shao, did he come to pick up Qin Xia himself?"

"No mistake, Young Master Zheng is Qin Xia's benefactor!"

The reporters went crazy, this was the first-hand news, but it was a pity that they couldn't take pictures of the two people's faces. Fortunately, they recognized Zheng Shao's car and took pictures of that car.

Fearing that other colleagues would take the lead, some reporters edited the latest press release on the spot and posted it directly on the Internet.

The title is that the screenwriters of urban men and women are taken care of by the young boss of Silver Leaf Film and Television, the evidence is solid!
The water, which was already muddy, became muddy again in an instant.

"I didn't expect it to be true by netizens. Young Master Zheng is the one who takes care of Qin Xia." Chen Lili, who was watching the play not far away, sneered, "I thought she was so noble, but she really is a bitch."

What Qin Sitian thought of was another matter, so he immediately called Xu Ziang and told him about it.

"You mean, Qin Xia's benefactor is Zheng Shao, not that Mr. Fu?" Xu Ziang's voice came over.

"No mistake, I heard that Young Master Zheng has a good relationship with that Mr. Fu." Qin Sitian vowed.

Xu Ziang breathed a sigh of relief, "But Young Master Xu can't offend you. Since Qin Xia doesn't like you, you should try to avoid appearing in front of her in the future. She doesn't love herself, and you have done your best."

"Well, I'll listen to you." Qin Sitian replied sweetly.

The sports car drove out of the film and television city, and the reporters were no longer seen. Qin Xia breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Zheng Rong, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you just show up?"

"Just passing by, seeing you being besieged by a group of reporters, I can't sit idly by, can I?" If the guy surnamed Fu knew that he would die, he would be finished.

Qin Xia couldn't laugh or cry when she heard that, "Didn't you check Weibo today?"

"What Weibo are you looking at?" Zheng Rong looked blank.

Qin Xia covered her face, it's over.

She could already foresee how journalists would scribble about their relationship.

(End of this chapter)