The press conference officially began, the noise in the press area gradually stopped, and the host came to the stage to invite famous speakers from the entertainment industry.

The host began to introduce the participants. Ripple's eyes were still uncomfortable. He simply closed his eyes and put them on Qin Yufeng's shoulder.

Qin Yufeng held her all the time. Seeing her leaning on himself, he hugged her more tightly.

"Yufeng, thank you." Mrs. Lin leaned close to Qin Yufeng and smiled happily: "shuran was very happy to know that you invested in her film. She said she must make a good film and can't live up to your heart."

"I came instead of Grandpa." Qin Yufeng's voice and color were cold.

Some words, click to stop.

Those who understand will no longer say more, but some who pretend to be confused with understanding will start to be demons and find no pleasure for themselves.

"Yufeng, I know you don't have that heart for shuran, but you won't push her so far." Lin Yuliang has a national face, thick eyebrows and tiger eyes, and is full of hardness: "you grew up together since childhood, but she has always treated you as her own brother!"

"All right!" Mrs. Lin stared at her son and said discontentedly, "Yufeng didn't do anything about shuran. Isn't this also here today?"

Ripple has been listening with her eyes closed, and her eyebrows are frowning.

The host invited the producer to speak on the stage. Ripple rubbed his eyes, opened his eyes, gathered up to Qin Yufeng's ear and whispered, "it's estimated that you have to speak later. Don't be angry. Just go up and say a few words and show your face."

Qin Yufeng sat gracefully, holding ripples in one hand and inserting one hand into his trouser pocket.

Ripples hit his head on his shoulder, and his tone was a little serious: "do you hear me?"

Lin Yuliang's words just now sound like he's complaining to his daughter. In fact, he has begun to test Qin Yufeng.

The old man said before that the brothers of the Lin family are accumulating strength secretly.

So now is a very sensitive moment.

Since Qin Yufeng came on behalf of the old man, his words and deeds are hidden in Lin Yuliang's eyes.

To put it bluntly, it's a question of standing in line.

Moreover, Lin Zhiliang was not present today.

About ten minutes later, the producer finished his speech and stepped down, and the host came on stage again.

In the first sentence, he called Qin Yufeng's name.

"Now let's invite the first investor of this film, President Qin of Qin's group, to talk about his feelings."

Everyone's eyes immediately gathered at the VIP seat.

Ripple thought she had to be flashed again, so she covered her eyes with her hand when the host reported.

After waiting for a while, nothing happened.

Ripples opened their fingers, and their eyes turned slowly.

No flash, no shutter sound.

She slowly put down her hand and looked sideways at the man next to her.

Qin Yufeng still maintained his original sitting posture, but his handsome face tilted slightly, facing the direction of the reporter area.

Sen Leng's eyes are as sharp as an eagle.

The reporters were scared stiff by the haze, and their fingers hung on the shutter like frozen!

Ripple smiled bitterly, but reluctantly and sweetly pulled Qin Yufeng's sleeve: "hurry up, we're waiting for you to speak on the stage."

Qin Yufeng withdrew his sight, but leaned up.

"Wait." Ripple stood up and helped him tidy up his clothes: "OK, go."

Qin Yufeng raised his hand and rubbed it on her head. He was handsome and spoiled.

When ripple went out in the morning, she casually wrapped a ball head, which was rubbed by Qin Yufeng and turned into a mess of hair.

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