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

She didn't dare to slack off in her work. The original self suffered those hardships because she didn't fight or grab. As soon as she opened the door, Zheng Jiaming appeared at the door.

"Why are you here? You don't have to go to work today?" Leng Qiuhong was surprised.

Zheng Jiaming was a little amused, but still explained, "I'm still the boss anyway, do I have to clock in on time? I brought you some bone soup, you drink it first."

As he spoke, he walked into the room on his own, Leng Qiuhong watched his series of actions, and didn't know what to say, but now that he couldn't leave, she had no choice but to put down her bag, and turned back to the living room.

"You sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water." Leng Qiuhong limped to pour water, Zheng Jiaming put down the bag in his hand, and hurried over to stop her, "You'd better sit here obediently, don't Move, I'm not thirsty." Zheng Jiaming pressed Leng Qiuhong on the sofa.

Leng Qiuhong had no choice but to sit still, and saw Zheng Jiaming take out bone soup from the bag, "This is very effective for your sprained feet, drink some."

Looking at the scallions floating on it and the glistening oily flowers, how much fat would it take to drink them, Leng Qiuhong's mouth twitched, "I don't want to drink it, besides, how can anyone drink it so greasy early in the morning?"

Such an accusation made Zheng Jiaming a little embarrassed. He smiled embarrassedly, and cleaned up the table in a gentlemanly way, "In that case, I'll ask someone to bring the porridge over."

"No need, I'm in a hurry to film a variety show, so I won't entertain you." Leng Qiuhong was about to stand up, and Zheng Jiaming picked her up, "You should recuperate honestly, this is in our Zheng Group Injury, lest you people from the Gu Group say we are too much."

Leng Qiuhong stared at Zheng Jiaming with wide-eyed eyes. It seemed that Zheng Jiaming also felt that this behavior was a little too much. He smiled awkwardly, and carried Leng Qiuhong back to the rocking chair. He gave her a magazine. It's not like Leng Qiuhong has never heard of such a tone of recuperating well.

When she was Jing Wanqiu, Zheng Jiaming was also so gentle, but love can be faked, especially for a gentleman like him who pretended to be watertight and let her fall into it, and Zheng Jiaming himself might look at himself at that time. Like watching a joke.

Leng Qiuhong didn't want to say anything more when the past was heard. She closed the magazine and looked up, "Please help me get the phone! I'll call the crew."

There is nothing wrong with this matter, Zheng Jiaming turned around and took the phone from the table and handed it to Leng Qiuhong. Leng Qiuhong pressed the phone, with two beeps, the director connected the phone.

"Director, I'm sorry. I got hurt a little while shooting a promotional photo yesterday. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to record the program today." Leng Qiuhong spoke tactfully, but the director is not sympathetic. As for the miners, the director felt that Leng Qiuhong didn't respect him.

He coughed twice, "Miss Leng, I didn't mean you, you are a newcomer, what kind of moth are you giving me, look at Miss Jing, even if you didn't come to delay her yesterday, she still arrived at the scene early today, you are here first Tell me this, would you mind?"

As the director said, holding the script in his hand, he smiled and nodded towards Shengxia, a scene not far away.

"Okay, I don't care, I have to meet you today, even if you are an artist of the Gu Group, you can't be so unprofessional." After speaking, the director hung up the phone, he walked quickly to Jing Shengxia, nodded and bowed. : "Miss Jing came really early today, just wait a moment, Miss Leng will be there soon."

"I really don't know how the Gu's Group did it. Such an entertainer who is a casual miner is also put on the table, tsk tsk." Jing Shengxia wobbled away with a fan.

The director opened his mouth but didn't know what to say or didn't say anything. He watched Jing Shengxia go to the rest area.

Holding the hung up phone over there, Leng Qiuhong was a little dumbfounded. She reached out and put the hung up phone on the table, shrugged at Zheng Jiaming, "Look, it's not that I don't want to rest, it's because I'm anxious over there, let alone I still want to maintain this level of professionalism.”

Hearing this, Zheng Jiaming couldn't say anything more, "Then I'll take you there." Zheng Jiaming proposed this, but the doorbell rang, and Leng Qiuhong smiled, "Please go and open the door!"

Zheng Jiaming walked through the entrance, came to the door, and saw that the person on the display screen was Xing Lei who had long roots beside Gu Lingchen. Gu Lingchen could arrange such a right-hand man to take care of Leng Qiuhong, which shows that Leng Qiuhong has enough weight in his heart of.

"Ding..." The doorbell rang again, and Zheng Jiaming opened the door. Xing Lei was very surprised. Why did Zheng Jiaming from the Zheng Group appear here this early in the morning? Could it be that this man spent the night here last night? Here Xing Lei just felt depressed, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

But on the surface, he was still fine, and he nodded to Zheng Jiaming to say hello, then walked past him and walked to Leng Qiuhong in the living room. In order to avoid Zheng Jiaming's suspicion, he said, "Xiao Guan said yesterday that you were injured, please act." I'm here if you don't mind."

Leng Qiuhong nodded, and smiled at Xing Lei, "I'm really sorry, I'll trouble you to make a trip."

This kind of conversation was just to clear up the relationship between Leng Qiuhong and Gu Lingchen, and it was all for Zheng Jiaming to hear. Fortunately, Zheng Jiaming who came later heard all these words in his ears.

"Then let's go!" Leng Qiuhong said, trying to stand up, Xing Lei hurried forward to support him, and took two steps forward, Xing Lei looked at Leng Qiuhong's temples Sweating slightly, he immediately hugged Leng Qiuhong up, his expression was normal, but Zheng Jiaming felt a little unwilling.

He stood in front of Xing Lei, but he didn't know why he should say something at this moment. Leng Qiuhong, who was in Xing Lei's arms, stuck out his head, "Mr. Zheng, is there anything else? We are running out of time."

Zheng Jiaming had no choice but to stand on one side, watching Xing Lei carry Leng Qiuhong into the nanny car. Xing Lei drove away in the car. He didn't have any special relationship with his deadly enemy Gu Lingchen, so he felt relieved a lot.

As the car was driving on the road, Leng Qiuhong asked, "Why didn't Xiaoguan come?"

"Xiaoguan is afraid that the director is already angry, so I will go to appease the director first. Don't worry if you go, if the director treats you badly, I can speak on behalf of the Gu Group." Xing Lei's words are obviously protecting the calf, I don't know Why, Leng Qiuhong felt a little warm in his heart.

"Thank you." Maybe Gu Lingchen, whom he met for the first time after joining the WTO, was too harsh, and Xing Lei, who didn't talk much but cared for him, made Leng Qiuhong feel warmer.