Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

At the scene of this concert, there were actually quite a few entertainment journalists in ambush.

They were all hired by an outdated female star.

The female celebrity wanted to create a scandal with Lin Zihang and add a wave of heat to herself, but after these reporters heard about Zhong Ying and Song Yang, they immediately forgot about the female celebrity.

They came here at the risk of offending Lin Zihang, now there is an opportunity to increase their performance without taking risks, why not do it?

As for the tasks assigned to them by the outdated female stars, if they don't do it, they won't do it. Anyway, the female stars have no power and power, so they won't do anything to them.

So the reporters pointed their guns and cannons at Zhong Ying and Song Yang one after another.

Zhong Ying and Song Yang didn't realize at all that they had become rumored men and women under the spotlight.

At this time, their attention was on the concert, and of course on the hands they held.

Zhong Ying liked his hands very much. His palms were dry and warm, and his fingers were long and strong. When he held them, they felt very solid and comfortable.

It even made her a little sleepy.

Drowsiness came as soon as it was said, and gradually, Zhong Ying couldn't open his eyes, and he barely held on for a while, and finally tilted his head on his shoulder, and finally fell asleep.

Song Yang felt a heavy weight on his shoulders, looked sideways at her beside him, couldn't help laughing, and fell asleep now, not like an insomniac.

He supported Zhong Ying's forehead, then moved his body slightly, and leaned towards her so that she could sleep more comfortably.

Then Zhong Ying fell asleep, and he continued to listen to the performance.

There was melodious music on the stage, and beside a girl who was breathing deeply, Song Yang felt extremely peaceful in his heart.

I even hope that this moment can be extended indefinitely...

For the past few days, he has been worrying about the company's affairs, and only when he is with her can he feel this moment of relief.

If possible, I even want to take her with me tomorrow.

Just like Lin Zihang, always bring the girl he likes with him, work together, eat together, and go home together.

But Zhong Ying is not Tang Xin.

She would not be willing to stay behind a man as a background.

She is a landscape of her own, and will not be bound to anyone.

It is precisely because of her independence that Song Yang admires her even more.

As for the future, of course we will meet again, but who can guarantee the future?

When he is free, Zhong Ying may not have time.

Zhong Ying has leisure, but he may not be able to be by her side.

What they can seize is only this one night.

So he just hoped that the time at this moment could slow down a bit, and then slow down...

Probably because of Song Yang's broad shoulders, or perhaps because Zhong Ying was too tired, she fell asleep until the end of the concert.

When the audience shouted "encore" and asked the orchestra to play another song, Zhong Ying woke up and opened his eyes in a daze for a few seconds.

She is a person with sleep disorders, and she can even fall asleep!

She is usually under a lot of stress and suffers from insomnia. Recently, she stopped taking the medicine suddenly.

Such a deep sleep like just now is really rare for Zhong Ying.

However, the last time he slept so soundly, seemed to be the night when he stayed at her house.

It seems that this one also has the effect of helping sleep...

"Why didn't you call me?" She got up from Song Yang's shoulder.

"You slept well, what do you want to do?"

"I missed the show..."

On the way to the concert, she said something to others, cherish tonight, and it turned out that she cherished it like this... and fell asleep directly.

Zhong Ying felt a little regretful.

Song Yang helped her smooth out her sleepy hair, and said with a smile, "But I didn't miss my shoulder."

When he said this, he looked at her deeply, Zhong Ying's face was slightly hot, and he turned his eyes away.

Ever since he held his hand, this man stopped pretending, and his eyes became very straightforward, even a little unscrupulous.

It made her unable to look directly into his eyes, like a twitchy little girl...

At this point the orchestra started playing again, and the audience fell silent.

Zhong Ying and Song Yang also stopped talking.

When the song was almost halfway through, Song Yang suddenly leaned into her ear and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "By the way, I have something to tell you."

He was too close, and the hot air from his mouth went straight into her neck, a little itchy and hot.

Zhong Ying touched her hot neck: "Well... you say."

"Someone was filming us, like a reporter."

"Huh? Where did the reporter come from?"

Song Yang pressed her lips lightly, "Keep down, don't affect others."

Zhong Ying lowered her voice again and asked, "Are there many?"

"Less less than a dozen, I don't know why so many reporters came suddenly." He paused, and continued: "It is estimated that we will be surrounded in a while."

Zhong Ying nodded, this possibility is very high, "Why are they filming us?"

Song Yang smiled and said: "Because everyone is interested in the love life of your domineering female president, and every time you post your news, you don't ask someone to delete it, so they will be even more lawless."

Zhong Ying really didn't care about those news, and was too lazy to bribe the relationship and ask someone to delete it.

But she hates being followed and mobbed.

Especially Song Yang is leaving tomorrow, thinking about listening to a concert with him quietly, and going to have a supper together later, when this bunch of reporters come, they will be in a bad mood.

She also didn't want to waste time on these entertainment reporters.

Thinking of this, she looked around the theater, raised her eyes to the small door on the side of the stage, and said to Song Yang, "Let's go out there in a while. There shouldn't be many people going through that door. Let's leave as soon as possible."

"can."

After the last piece was played, the conductor and musicians called the curtain, the organizer announced the end of the concert, and the audience got up and prepared to leave.

Zhong Ying took Song Yang's hand, and the two walked quickly towards the side door.

They didn't get crowded with the big troops, and came to the corridor smoothly.

At this time, there was almost no one in the corridor, and the two of them were like students who skipped class. They didn't take the elevator, and ran towards the stairs holding hands.

He went downstairs in a hurry, and looked back at the second floor. Most of the audience had just left the concert hall.

Anyway, the two of them were the first to come out, and the reporters didn't follow.

Zhong Ying raised an eyebrow at Song Yang: "How about it, am I very witty?"

Song Yang smiled at her, and looked towards the exit of the theater: "I think you are too happy."

Zhong Ying followed his gaze, and the corner of his mouth twitched, good guy, there are reporters around the theater door!

It is worthy of being called a "paparazzi", and the nose is too good...

"What should I do?" Zhong Ying asked.

Song Yang pondered for two seconds, "So afraid of being interviewed?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's not that I don't want to waste time with them. Besides, if they ask me what's the relationship between us, what should I say?"

Song Yang glanced at her and said lightly, "You can say whatever you want."