Rebirth of the famous family in the entertainment industry

Chapter 37: Rich and Willful (1)
After finally catching the leader of the Huanyu Group, the media reporters simply calmed down, and continued to wonder: "Miss Gu cried very sadly just now. It can be seen that she has no sense of security, and she does love you very much."

The questioner was a female reporter who looked to be in her 20s. Song Wang looked at her, smiled helplessly, and spoke into the microphone with a gentle and gentle voice: "I think even two people who love each other are independent individuals. Give each other a relatively comfortable space, what do you think?"

He smiled very modestly, with a pair of beautiful glass-like eyes that were transparent and clear, and his tone of voice was gentle, sincere and respectful. The female reporter blushed immediately and murmured: "You are right. You caught me too much." Tight love always makes people feel suffocated."

Song Wang looked at her, nodded in agreement with the corners of his lips hooked, stood up under the gazes of all the reporters, stretched out his hand to straighten the tie around his neck, and smiled impeccably: "Today's press conference That’s it, I still have a job, so let’s take a step ahead. I wish all friends from the media smooth work.”

When the words fell to the ground, he turned around and walked towards the exit. His pace was not too fast, his back was straight, and his imposing silhouette was also exceptionally tall and straight, which was very good-looking.

"What a style!"

"The attitude is also good, I am fascinated."

"The eyes are so beautiful, I think it's stronger than the male god Ye!"

The chatter of the reporters behind him gradually faded away, Zhao Qing went out, followed by Song Wang who didn't say a word, and quickly got into the car.

Song Wang in the back seat had already torn off his tie and leaned on the seat with an unpredictable expression.

Zhao Qing took a look in the rearview mirror, said "drive" aloud, moved one hand closer, and undid two top buttons of his shirt.

After unbuttoning, he tore the collar carelessly twice, leaned on the seat and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Although he stabilized the situation in the end, he was slapped by a woman all of a sudden, and he held his breath in his chest, which was really a bit indescribably depressed.

In any case, he couldn't tease Lin Siqi in a short time.

To put it bluntly, this is the biggest problem that makes him depressed, it's so fucking bad!
"Hey, I fucked his brother."

A low-pitched curse came from the rear seat, and Zhao Qing's hand holding the steering wheel shook, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he reminded, "Gu Qinglun might have misunderstood Miss Gu's words just now."

When he came to Beijing at the age of 16, Song Wang always avoided women like a snake.

One is that he finds it troublesome, and the other is that men and women always seem to have no demeanor when they care about each other, but he is used to showing his demeanor very well in front of others.

Just saying that directly at the press conference was tantamount to pushing the boat along the way to blackmail Gu Qingyuan, so Zhao Qing knew that he reckoned that he wouldn't be able to embarrass that woman again.

But her elder brother looked calm, but his eyes were obviously gloomy.

"Let him misunderstand. I am afraid of him?"

Song Wang took one out of the cigarette case, sniffed it across the tip of his nose, and took a puff with a "chuss", his voice had returned to his usual looseness, and he smiled softly, "It's just for that girl's sake." Hold on to your reputation for two days. Tsk, this feels really bad!"

As he was talking, he suddenly thought of something. He put out a long cigarette butt in the ashtray by his hand, took out his mobile phone, and went to the Weibo page.

Monkey has played this for the longest time among the people around him, and now because of what he did yesterday, the scolding battle between "Monkey's Invited Funny Bi" and "Feng Huan V" has gone up to many levels.

The smell of gunpowder permeated almost every place where the name "Lin Siqi" appeared, which was extremely spectacular.

After all, he knew that the monkey guarded all night without blinking his eyes, caught all the Weibo accounts of "Feng Huan V" and fired at him, without digging deeply, scolding whenever he picked a weakness, and changing to another person to continue when he was tired of scolding.

He has implemented the three words "brainless fan" to the bottom, and his vest has become famous in the Lin Siqi fan support club, and he can be regarded as a thriving one at the moment.

At the very least, the support club, which had been chaotic for a few days, achieved temporary stability, and the sunspots who were still in high spirits a few days ago all became shrinking turtles.

After all, cursing is a skill and a manual job.

His eyes fell on the latest sentence of "The funny comparison invited by the monkey": "Brother speaks for the brainless fans. If you still disagree, welcome to fight."

Song Wang couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, lowered his head and thought for a while, and silently registered the vest for himself with his mobile phone number.

Wearing a brand-new "Sister Lin who fell from the sky", he liked many of Hou Zi's speeches, and browsed through some beautiful photos of Lin Siqi, and he became a little bored for a while.

Only then did she suddenly realize that Lin Siqi hadn't opened Weibo yet?
Well, what fun is there for him alone?

Thinking this way, he had already canceled his account, found "Sister Lin" in the phone's address book, and sent a text message directly.

Lin Siqi was in class, and it was "Chinese and Foreign Film History", which had always been popular in the college. The elegant and upright Professor Jiang stood tall and tall on the podium, speaking in a gentle and gentle manner. She was fascinated by it when the mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrated violently stand up.

"Why don't you open a Weibo account?"

A sentence jumped into her eyes, and then she looked at the note "Song" on it, and she was stunned for a moment.

Where is the mind of listening to the class?

Lin Siqi pondered this sentence in her heart many times, and even couldn't help but read it silently once, but she still couldn't understand why he said it in such a rambling manner.

While she was hesitating, the second text message popped up right after her.

"I want to ask, why haven't you opened Weibo?" The meaning is actually the same, the main tone is much gentler and more euphemistic than the first sentence.

Lin Siqi was still a little entangled, thought for a while, then lowered her head and replied: "That's quite troublesome. Well, I think it's a bit early to open Weibo now."

"Is it early?" Song Wang in the back seat frowned and muttered, Zhao Qing, who was driving the car, didn't answer, "Brother, what did you say?"

Song Wang ignored him, still holding the phone, thinking with his head down.

From what she said, it seems like she doesn't want to open it?

He didn't really want to force her to do things she didn't want to do.But the key question is, if she doesn't open it, what's the point of opening it herself?
(End of this chapter)