Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 199 This is just my personal hobby (1)
"Just wait and see." Song Wang raised an eyebrow at him.

Jin Yunqing smiled, stood up straight, reached out and rubbed Jiang Weiran's head, and said with a smile: "What are you running? Just stay with me. I don't take a wheelchair, and I don't bring Ning Shu with me. tired."

"Then you still come," Jiang Weiran pouted and looked at him, shaking her red ponytail arrogantly, "Why don't you stay at home and rest well. Cousin said vent your anger on me, I'll just wait and see. It's okay."

"Isn't this for you?" Jin Yunqing stretched out his hand and tugged at her, and said something with lowered eyes.

He was always very serious, and there were seldom times when he was not so serious, Jiang Weiran was concerned about his body, leaned on his arm obediently, met his deep pool-like eyes, and stared blankly.

Suddenly feeling nervous, she subconsciously reached out and pressed her heart, and took a breath.

Jin Yunqing rubbed her hair again, and smiled very gently, as if caressing a small bird raised by herself, the love between her eyebrows and eyes is very fascinating.

"Don't look at me like that." Jiang Weiran reached out and pushed his arm, "Don't look at me like that, I'm so nervous."

A heart was beating fast, as if it was about to fly out of his throat, Jiang Weiran stretched out his hand and pulled his wine red ponytail, bowed his head and breathed a sigh of relief.

The process of Song Wang washing her face was like a nightmare. The foam of facial cleanser and hand sanitizer was poured into her nose and mouth. Whenever she wanted to put on makeup, her face felt uncomfortable and she even sneezed.

After being depressed for two days, I simply stopped wearing makeup, and only did necessary skin care according to what Cheng Siqi said.

It feels like the whole person is much more awake.

Thinking of this, she subconsciously looked in Cheng Siqi's direction, and her father's disgusting voice wafted into her ear.

"Welcome everyone to show your face and join this banquet held by Jiang for my little girl," Jiang Haocheng said while holding a microphone, his loving eyes turned to Jiang Xiaoya, who was beside him, and said, "Xiaoya's parents died. Her child is currently studying at Huaxia Communication University with excellent grades. She is a rare good child. Our husband and wife are very close to the child. After much discussion, we decided to adopt her and let Xiaoya be a member of our Jiang family."

When Jiang Haocheng's words fell, there was sparse applause at the scene. Jiang Weiran frowned, and there was a burst of low-pitched discussions.

"Hey, what do you think Chairman Jiang thinks, his own son is still squatting inside."

"Who knows, I feel that the brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people!"

"Maybe it's because of being pissed off by a son who doesn't live up to expectations. Adopt a well-behaved and sensible one, and be at ease."

"That's right. Someone like Jiang Li will be depressed."

At the end of the reporter's speech, there was contempt in their words. Jiang Weiran tightly pursed her lips, and Jin Yunqing forcibly pulled her clenched hand into a fist, and squeezed her palm tightly in his own.

"I will remember what my parents said to me, and I will work hard to be a good daughter." Jiang Xiaoya wore a pink knee-length gauze dress, like a real princess, nodding and smiling at everyone, her eyes fell on Jiang inadvertently. On Wei Ran's body, a hand beside her could not help clenching into a fist.

All night, she was played with by those ugly men all night, now, Jiang Weiran is still standing here innocently, what is going on, she is still at a loss.

In particular, Sun Hong had always raised her face, so she naturally knew how important Chu Ye was, so she didn't dare to tell her about it.

what happened?

When she gets a firm foothold in the Jiang family, she must clarify this matter, so that the arrogant and domineering Jiang Weiran will return double the humiliation she has suffered.

Jiang Xiaoya's sharp nails pierced deeply into the palm of her hand, and just as she was thinking absent-mindedly, there was a sudden burst of unrestrained breathing on the electronic screen with her photo behind her.

"My God!"

"Haha, I can't see it!"

"Why is it so sloppy in the video!"

There was a chattering sound in her ears, and the familiar voice behind her made her heart drop even more. Jiang Xiaoya turned her head abruptly, lying naked on the bed, hugging left and right.

And the shameful voice just now came from his own mouth.

How is it possible, she didn't do it voluntarily at all, she resisted, resisted!
Jiang Xiaoya looked at the screen angrily, and Jiang Haocheng who was next to her turned around suddenly, and slapped her on the ground with a crisp "pop".

"Shut it off, turn it off immediately!" Sun Hong, who was also stunned, came back to her senses, looked at the dumbfounded guests below, and shouted to the servant beside her in panic.

At the same time, Song Wang's lips twitched into a sneer, and there was a rush of footsteps behind everyone.

Without waiting for anyone to react, the reporters with microphones in their hands swarmed up like crazy, trapping Sun Hong and Jiang Hao on the steps in the middle.

"Is Jiang Xiaoya your biological daughter? Mrs. Jiang is the mistress?"

"Is Mrs. Qianjiang's death related to you?"

"Instigated an artist under his banner to falsely accuse his own son of rape, Chairman Jiang, why did you do this?"

"Malicious false accusation is a crime, does Mrs. Jiang know?"

The reporters asked one sentence after another, each question was sharp and direct, like a knife blade poking into the hearts of the three.

Jiang Haocheng didn't know what was going on at all, just listening to these questions made his blood boil, he was surrounded in the middle of the crowd and couldn't move at all, he pulled the microphone in Jiang Xiaoya's hand and shouted: "Security, security! Who Let these people in!"

"Chairman Jiang, would you please say a few words?"

"Yes, did you know that malicious false accusation is a crime?"

"Is Jiang Xiaoya your biological daughter? It is rumored online that she is older than Jiang Weiran!"

"Chairman Jiang, please say a few words!"

"Chairman Jiang?"

The media reporters asked more and more questions, and the questions became more and more urgent. The sweat rolled down Jiang Haocheng's face, and he said angrily: "What are you talking about? I don't know what you are asking!"

He didn't know, and most of the guests gathered around him didn't know much about it either.

(End of this chapter)