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

The reporter spoke aggressively, but Leng Qiuhong still did not change his expression. Jing Shengxia had been poked in the center and could only maintain his trademark smile. Leng Qiuhong replied calmly: "Things are not what you think, Mr. Zheng and I are just ordinary people. Friends, as for the photo, it was Wu Meijuan, Madam Zheng, who asked me about the Gu Group. After Madam Zheng was not feeling well, Mr. Zheng and I sent them back first. As for Miss Jing at that time... "

Leng Qiuhong didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but just gestured for Jing Shengxia to answer with his eyes, Jing Shengxia also understood instantly, and she took advantage of the situation and said, "I was talking about the new drama with several directors at the time, so it's inconvenient to disclose it. Thank you all for your attention."

Jing Shengxia's assistant hurriedly stopped the reporter who wanted to continue asking questions, "Okay, everyone, come here today! If you want to ask anything, I will introduce it to you at the press conference of our new drama."

The security guards at the back also hurriedly stood in front to block the crowd, and Jing Shengxia's fans shouted enthusiastically, "Leng Qiuhong bitch!" "Leng Qiuhong get out of the entertainment industry!"

For these words, Xiaoguan was very anxious in his ears, but he had no choice but to let these people abuse him. Suddenly, a water bottle was thrown over, aiming at Leng Qiuhong's forehead, "Ah!" Leng Qiuhong screamed, Xiaoguan also saw her and quickly supported Leng Qiuhong.

Leng Qiuhong's fans couldn't be more angry when they saw their idol being beaten by the other party, shouting, "My idol said that he and Mr. Zheng are ordinary friends, you guys have to misinterpret it, and now Do something to my idol."

Seeing that his fans were about to fight with Jing Shengxia's fans, Jing Shengxia looked at Leng Qiuhong's red and swollen forehead as if he was watching the excitement, without the slightest sense of being in it. Leng Qiuhong raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Yes That’s it! I’m good friends with Ms. Jing and her fiancé. I hope you don’t just speculate. If you throw a water bottle at me today, you’ll throw eggs tomorrow. It’s not good, don’t you think so?”

Jing Shengxia's fans looked at each other, and even Jing Shengxia felt a little embarrassed, she finally couldn't help the embarrassment, and said, "It's okay, let's leave!"

Perhaps Jing Shengxia's fans also realized that they were in the wrong, while Leng Qiuhong's fans thought that they had not protected their idol well, so everyone listened to Jing Shengxia's words and dispersed.

The situation on the scene was quickly described by reporters in a variety of ways, and began to appear in the newspapers. First, there were a few photos of Zheng Jiaming and Leng Qiuhong, as well as Zheng Datong and Wu Meijuan standing together, and then a few photos of Zheng Jiaming and Leng Qiu The photo of Hong's open-air dinner was accompanied by "Who will marry Leng Qiuhong or Jing Shengxia?"

Early the next morning, Zheng Datong and Wu Meijuan, who were idle at home, were having breakfast at home. The servant brought today’s morning paper, but he seemed hesitant when handing it to Zheng Datong. Zheng Datong reached out to pick it up but didn’t get it. Exit, "What's the matter, bring it to me quickly."

This also caught Wu Meijuan's attention, and she said softly to the servant: "Give it to the master, it's not like you don't know his habit of reading newspapers."

"Madam..." The servant wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. Zheng Datong took the newspaper from the servant's hand. When he saw the title, his hands began to tremble angrily, and he held the newspaper tightly. Just noticed something was wrong.

She hurried to Zheng Datong's side, took a closer look at the magazine in Zheng Datong's hand, and then her face changed slightly, but she still wanted to excuse her son, so she smiled and said: "This is obviously the tabloid reporters who smeared Zheng Jiaming, you Don't be angry yet, I'll talk to Zheng Jiaming later and let him take care of these things!"

Zheng Datong glanced angrily at the wife who defended his son, "Tell him to get out of here quickly, there is nothing to say." Seeing that Zheng Datong lost his temper, Wu Meijuan was really angry, and Wu Meijuan quickly picked up her mobile phone and dialed Zheng Jiaming's number.

Zheng Jiaming was driving and didn't know anything about today's news. After the connection, Wu Meijuan said nervously, "Son, you should go home first!" Thinking of today's work, Zheng Jiaming was a little puzzled. Wu Meijuan was busy with work. Clear, why let himself go back, he had to explain patiently, "Mom, I still have a lot of things to deal with in the company today, if there is nothing important, I won't go back."

Wu Meijuan's ears are not good in recent years, so the phone is turned on at the highest volume. At this moment, Zheng Datong also heard what his son said, and he snatched the phone from Wu Meijuan, "If you don't come back today, don't even think about recognizing him again." My father."

The old father's loud shout came from the earphones, Zheng Jiaming took away the phone in surprise, Wu Meijuan saw that her husband was furious, she quickly snatched the phone from her husband, then walked outside the restaurant, and softly persuaded Zheng Jiaming, "This is how your father I got angry after reading that headline this morning, come back and explain it, so that we as parents can feel at ease."

"Okay! Mom, I'll be home right away." Zheng Jiaming hung up the phone after speaking, and then clicked on the phone page. What's the matter with the entertainment version? I'll deal with it within two hours."

"Mr. Zheng, these scandals have already been mingled with too many media, and two hours can't be destroyed." The assistant expressed his difficulties, but Zheng Jiaming didn't continue to listen to what he had to say and hung up the phone.

The car soon arrived at the Zheng family's old house. When Zheng Jiaming got out of the car, the old housekeeper stepped forward to greet him, "Master, you are back."

"Well, how is my father?" Zheng Jiaming asked, and the old housekeeper sighed, "I went to the ancestral hall to wait for you without eating breakfast, so hurry up!"

Hearing this, Zheng Jiaming didn't say much, but walked straight inside. Seeing her son coming in, Wu Meijuan hurried over to persuade her, "Go in later, don't talk back to your father, since you are married to Jing's daughter I really shouldn't have anything to do with this Miss Leng, this was secretly photographed, and I can say anything."

"Look at what's said in the newspaper. Where can you put your mother and father's face? Your father should be angry. Just go and explain clearly." Wu Meijuan's nagging persuasion annoyed Zheng Jiaming, At the gate of the ancestral hall, Zheng Jiaming took a deep breath and pushed open the gate.