Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

From the moment Zheng Jiaming entered the door, Leng Qiuhong knew that the show was about to begin, and she deliberately turned around to give Zheng Jiaming the illusion.

No one noticed that Leng Qiuhong's face was determined to win, and when she turned around again, she greeted Zheng Jiaming with a smile, "Mr. Zheng, what a coincidence!"

Seeing that it was Leng Qiuhong, Zheng Jiaming let go of her wrist at once. Maybe he had a little hope that Jing Wanqiu was still alive, and he could only hear him muttering: "How could it be you?"

Leng Qiuhong pretended to be surprised, "It was me, Mr. Zheng, who do you think it was?"

Zheng Jiaming was a little embarrassed, and the audience who were listening to Leng Qiuhong's singing began to yell for Zheng Jiaming to go down. Leng Qiuhong looked at Zheng Jiaming's grasped wrist, and said helplessly, "Mr. Zheng, why don't you go down first, and I will perform." When it's over, I'll go find you."

"Okay." Zheng Jiaming finally came to his senses. He smiled at Leng Qiuhong, bowed deeply to the audience, and went down the steps behind.

Seeing Zheng Jiaming's series of actions, Leng Qiuhong smiled wryly in his heart. This man has always been polite, polite, and has his own rules in how he behaves. He just doesn't love himself, no, he doesn't love Jing Wanqiu.

Just closing her eyes, Leng Qiuhong had already covered up the sadness in her eyes. She faced the onlookers again and smiled at everyone, "I'm so sorry, this gentleman is my friend, let's continue."

As he said that, Leng Qiuhong continued to sing again. After the song ended, Leng Qiuhong leaned over, "This is the end of tonight's performance. If everyone likes it, I will come here often in the future."

"Goddess! Goddess!" Someone in the audience had already started shouting for support. When Leng Qiuhong came off the stage, young girls surrounded her asking for autographs.

"Miss sister, you sing really well. If you are not mistaken, you are a newcomer in the latest variety show! My mother and I really like you. She said that I will work hard and become a girl like you in the future. Please help me sign it!"

The little girl eagerly took out the pen and paper from her bag. Leng Qiuhong didn't expect that she would meet her fans during such a random concert. She was also very happy. Beautiful people are more beautiful, so they naturally want to strike up a conversation, so they blocked Leng Qiuhong, "Miss, come and have a few drinks with us!"

Leng Qiuhong begged for help and looked at Zheng Jiaming who was not far away, sure enough, Zheng Jiaming was also paying attention to him, he walked quickly through the crowd towards him, Leng Qiuhong pretended to be innocent and lowered his head, as if he had been bullied , but there was a trace of calculation in his eyes.

She said silently in her heart, one, two, three.

"This is my friend, please make room for me." Zheng Jiaming's voice sounded, those people also frequented this bar and knew that Zheng Jiaming's real identity should not be underestimated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "After finishing speaking, he quickly slipped away.

Leng Qiuhong quickly moved behind Zheng Jiaming, her eyes widened, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock just now, Zheng Jiaming took off her suit jacket, put it on Leng Qiuhong, and patted Pat her on the shoulder, "Are you okay! Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine." She seemed to have just realized that, Zheng Jiaming saw that Leng Qiuhong's condition was not very good, so he suggested, "Why don't we go over there and sit down."

"Well, okay!" Leng Qiuhong said, walking side by side with Zheng Jiaming, going to the booth, suddenly it seemed that the high heels under his feet were not stable, seeing that Leng Qiuhong was about to fall, Zheng Jiaming stopped her In my arms, a mobile phone not far away took a few photos, found my contact person, Jing Shengxia, and sent a text message - Jing Shengxia, why do I think this man looks like your fiance.friend

Jing Shengxia was dining with Jing Wenhao at home. The servant had just brought the food to the table, and it looked very rich. Since Jing Shengxia started working, it was inconvenient to live at home, so he seldom accompanied Jing Wenhao, like this Naturally, Jing Wenhao is seldom happy.

He picked up the chopsticks and gave Jing Shengxia some sweet and sour short ribs that she loved when she was a child, "Eat it quickly! It's all what you like to eat."

As soon as Jing Shengxia picked up the chopsticks, the mobile phone next to her turned on. She glanced at it, and was about to pick it up to have a look. Jing Wenhao said angrily, "Look, how good it is to help me manage the company's affairs at home. Work is too busy."

"Dad, don't worry! I'll take care of your body." Jing Shengxia said as he picked up the phone, and when he pressed his fingertips, it turned out to be a photo sent by a classmate he hadn't contacted for a long time. She zoomed in on the photo and took a closer look. Suddenly his face changed.

Walking to the door in a hurry, picked up the mobile phone, and shouted at Jing Wenhao at the dining table, "Dad, I have something to leave first, you can eat by yourself!"

Seeing his daughter leaving in a hurry, Jing Wenhao shouted, "Be careful on the road." Before he finished speaking, Jing Shengxia had disappeared, and Jing Wenhao sighed helplessly.

The old butler stepped forward, "Master, I've arranged for a driver to take the lady there, so you don't have to worry about it."

Jing Wenhao looked at a large table of dishes, "Don't eat, you can eat!" After speaking, he got up and dragged his old body upstairs to rest.

And Jing Shengxia didn't dare to delay for a moment, got into the car, sent the driver the address, and drove all the way there.

As soon as he entered the club, Jing Shengxia's friend waved from a distance, "Hi! Here!"

Jing Shengxia walked over quickly, looking around, looking for Zheng Jiaming.

Her friend pointed to the bar not far away, Jing Shengxia looked in her direction, it was Zheng Jiaming.

At this time, there was a woman sitting next to him. What annoyed her even more was that this woman was wearing Zheng Jiaming's suit. That suit was specially customized for Zheng Jiaming from Italy, and he rarely wore it.

The friend wanted to say something else, but Jing Shengxia couldn't calm down anymore, so he pushed the crowd and walked over.

After walking in, Jing Shengxia took a glass of whiskey from the table, stood behind Leng Qiuhong, pretended to be uneasy and spilled the drink on the suit jacket, "Oh! I'm so sorry, miss, Don't worry about it."

Leng Qiuhong turned around and saw that it was Jing Shengxia, but he was calm, "It's okay." She took off the wet coat as she spoke.

Jing Shengxia saw that it was Leng Qiuhong, but couldn't calm down. She didn't expect it to be this woman again.

"How could it be you?" Jing Shengxia asked, Zheng Jiaming also asked at the same time, "Why are you here?"

Zheng Jiaming also saw Jing Shengxia, this club was his private place, how did Jing Shengxia know that he was here, Zheng Jiaming felt a little uncomfortable being watched.