At nine o'clock, Xie Dang's manager, Song Jing, came to pick her up. He asked for a car, and drove Song Jing away. Song Jing's husband was on a business trip, and the children at home were unattended. Before he left, he was really worried. Endless misfortune.
No one answered Tan Mobao, the police station called Tan's house, and the servant answered, saying that Mr. and Mrs. were asleep, and that the bail procedures were handled by Shi Jin. Tan Mobao joked that her father and stepmother usually don't remember her very much. Existence, of course, except for inspection days.
Jiang Jiusheng lived in Yujing Yinwan, and it was not on the way to talk about the calligraphy. It was getting late, so she was worried about going back alone: "Dangdang, give the calligraphy."
Before Xie Dang could express his opinion, Tan Mobao quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I'll go back by myself."
Xie Dang directly opened the car door, not bothering to ramble, and ordered: "Come up."
Tan Mobao tactfully got into the car, waved to Jiang Jiusheng, leaned on the car window, held hands and looked at tears, reluctant to part, wishing to see him off for ten miles.
Xie Dang: "..."
Why are there so many dramas!
He stepped on the accelerator directly: "Close the window, I'm freezing to death."
Tan Mobao sat upright, rolled up the car windows, fastened his seat belt, and said seriously, "Xie Dang, I won't blackmail you from now on."
In the past, whenever Xie Dang posted on Weibo, she would scold her. She also joined the Xie Dang black fan group. She is a responsible and organized black fan.
Xie Dang looked coldly: "I thank your whole family."
Tan Mobao smiled like a winter jasmine: "I accept your thanks for my whole family."
This man's thick skin really refreshed Xie Dang's three views: "You are so poor, why don't you go to heaven."
Tan Mobao said smoothly: "I just came down."
"..."
Damn, retarded.
Xie Dang didn't bother to talk to her, so he turned on the car music, a soft rock song by Jiang Jiusheng.
When Tan Mobao heard it, he was hilarious, and started to sing along, squinting his eyes, fascinated.
One sentence is not on tune!
Xie Dang had a bad temper and couldn't stand it any longer as the devil's voice lingered in his ears all the way: "Can you shut up?"
Tan Mobao shook his head firmly, very reasonable: "No, I can still sing my idol's song for another hundred years."
Xie Dang scratched his hair irritably: "If you continue singing, you may have a car accident before you live to be a hundred years old."
Tan Mobao turned a deaf ear to her, and continued to enjoy her lonely self. A light rock song, she sang the 18th bend of the mountain road, turned into succession, full of emotion, pulled the end note, soared a high note, Xie Dang's eardrums shook, shaking his head, left The vehicle suddenly changed lanes, and he slammed the steering wheel, facing the protective fence.
"boom!"
The singing stopped suddenly.
Xie Dang rubbed his head, glanced at the smoking hood, and gritted his teeth. He has never been unlucky when he meets this person.
Tan Mobao smiled awkwardly yet politely: "This is really a soul-stirring singing!"
"..."
Xie Dang looked at her, calm and steady, and uttered a word: "shit!"
Tan Mobao raised his head and looked at the sky: "Look, the Big Dipper!"
"..."
It was past nine o'clock when we returned to Yujing Yinwan, Jiang Jiusheng was washing up, Shi Jin went to the balcony to answer the phone, Jiang Bomei, who was sleeping, gave a jolt, woke up, saw a figure, and ran to the living room.
"Six young masters."
It is Qin Zhong.
The balcony was not turned on, and the faint moonlight fell on the side of Shi Jin's face, dividing it into two half-dark sides. At night, his voice fell to the ground: "Did you get it?"
Liu Shao wanted to find something that could put Wen Shuning in prison for three to five years, and if he couldn't get it, he would make it.
Qin Zhongdao: "Before I could make a move here, I received a copy of Warner's financial statement. There is something wrong with the above accounts." Qin Zhong said, "It was sent by an unfamiliar id, and I can't check it." to the source."
Shi Jin pondered for a while: "There's no need to check."
It's his brother-in-law.
He just said: "Go to Wen Shuning to negotiate." He only cares about his family's Shengsheng's business, and he has no interest in it. He is not a savior, and naturally he will not complain for others.
Qin Zhong responded: "Understood."
Less than half an hour after Jiang Jiusheng came out of the police station, the news that she led the gang fight spread like wildfire. This incident involved many artists, and there was a turmoil on the Internet, especially those artists from Warner Films. In the injured photo, posing as a victim, for a while, there were a lot of people dissing Jiang Jiusheng online.
"As a public figure, I have no sense of civilization at all."
"Even if you're a rock singer, you can't be so rigid."
"A woman is a woman, and she pulls her hair and fights at every turn."
"Hit my goddess, I will blackmail you for the rest of my life!"
"I always firmly believe that if Jiang Jiusheng hits someone, it must be that person who should hit him."
"There is no proof of who is right and who is wrong, so don't play around here."
"Some people are being ridiculous. What is fighting? You can fight alone? If you can't win, you will cry and cry. The little white flowers will roll away and hug my husband, Mr. Sheng!"
"Master Sheng, remember, you are a woman, leave the fighting to us little brothers, give me the address, and I'll stop by to fight for you!"
"How about I'm just a fan of brains, but my husband is also handsome in fighting."
"Diss Jiang Jiusheng's sunspot, don't run away, the Xie Dang family's army is here!"
"This is Jingse's husband's group. They have brought a knife. Who will try again?"
"Internet celebrity calligraphy group, come here to piss! Thank God, my baby has finally become popular from the Internet celebrity circle to the entertainment circle."
"Yeah, there's another internet celebrity here."
"Brother upstairs, you managed to get my attention, remember to lock the door tonight."
"..."
All kinds of comments, mixed praise and criticism, not only Jiang Jiusheng, but also Jing Se and Xie Dang's Weibo collectively fell. In the entertainment industry for hundreds of years, it is estimated that there has never been such a large-scale and large-scale fight, and the Weibo server collapsed directly.
At 9:30, Jiang Jiusheng posted a Weibo, simple, seven words.
Jiang Jiusheng V: Fighting is bad, don't learn from me.
There was no apology, nor did they explain the reason. It was very Jiang Jiusheng's style. Several people who participated in the group fight also turned around. Anyway, they all had the same attitude and did not admit their mistakes.
I thought that there must be some inside story being dug out when the incident is so big, but there is nothing but a few dynamic pictures, only Jiang Jiusheng's handsome fighting posture can be seen, other than that, I can't tell the truth , Who is right and who is wrong is still an unsolved case. If you think about it with your toes, you can tell that this is a relationship, but who is involved, I don't know, anyway, look at the few fighters, whoever is picked out is the boss.
People express their opinions online, but that's not the case. People who like Jiang Jiusheng still like her, and those who don't like her don't matter.
However, someone discovered later that the computers of those Black Jiang Jiusheng trolls had been poisoned.
Fuck! supernatural event! There is a pit!
"Boom!"
The glass of water hit the ground hard,
Wen Shuning's head was still wrapped in bandages, the fingertips holding the phone turned white, the corners of his mouth were torn, and it was as red as blood. There was only one light turned on in the huge villa, and the light shone far away and fell on her. There are two clusters of flames in the pupils: "Check for me, who leaked the information."
On the phone, the man's voice was trembling: "I have checked, our computer has been hacked."
Wen Shuning clenched her hands tightly, her fingernails scratched across the glass table top, making a harsh sound, she clenched her teeth, and after a long time, three words came out of her throat: "Go and withdraw the lawsuit."
The people of the Qin family have already let go. If the lawsuit is not withdrawn, these reports will appear in the police station tomorrow.
He is Shi Jin!
After hanging up the phone, Wen Shuning dialed another number.
"What's the matter so late?"
It's Wen Shuhua.
Wen Shuning spoke sarcasticly as soon as he opened his mouth, and became very angry: "Sister, take care of your son!"
Wen Shuhua usually doesn't care about things, and her temper is more forbearing than Wen Shuning's, but when it comes to Jiang Jinyu, she doesn't have a good temper: "What do you mean by that? What's wrong with Jinyu?"
Wen Shuning sneered: "I just want you to be careful. If you raise a white-eyed wolf, don't be bitten back and don't know who it is."
"Who do you call a white-eyed wolf!"
Wen Shuning cut off the phone directly.
Their Wen family looked calm on the surface, but secretly, which one of them was really law-abiding. She was ambitious, and Wen Shuhua waited for the opportunity.
The room was silent for a long time.
Wen Shuning dialed Lin Anzhi's phone number, and it took him a long time to get through: "Let's meet."
She didn't respond with a word.
Wen Shuning sneered: "How long do you think the relationship between us can last? Lin Anzhi, you can't have it both ways. Since you're not willing to let it go, don't make me wait."
Lin Anzhi hung up the phone without saying a word.
She dropped her phone, smashed everything she could, screamed like a madman, and was shaking with rage.
Wen's family in Yuncheng.
The door rang three times, Wen Shuhua pushed the door open and entered.
"Jinyu, why did you mess with your aunt—" After a pause, Wen Shuhua's voice suddenly rose, "What are you doing?"
There were a lot of clothes scattered on the bed. Next to the bed, there was a big suitcase. Jiang Jinyu bowed and put it one by one. He has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the suitcases are neatly placed. I put it on the earth.
The young man lowered his head, his long eyelashes were lowered, he couldn't see any emotions, and he spoke very slowly, almost word for word: "Pack up your luggage."
Wen Shuhua was surprised: "Where are you going at night?"
He whispered: "Jiangbei."
Wen Shuhua's eyelids twitched, and he was a little anxious: "What are you going to Jiangbei for?" Since Jinyu recognized Jiang Jiusheng, her condition has improved a lot, and she is not as repulsive of contact with people as before, but she is an autistic patient. He goes out.
The boy stopped packing his luggage for a moment, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly: "Look for my sister."
Only when he talked about Jiang Jiusheng, he always had lifeless eyes, did he get a little angry.
He seemed to rely too much on Jiang Jiusheng.
Wen Shuhua had mixed feelings in his heart: "I'll be free in a few days, and I'll go with you."
Qingyue's boy's voice was deep and deep: "I'll go by myself."
Wen Shuhua didn't even think about it: "No, let your sister take you there."
The boy who lowered his head and lowered his eyes suddenly raised his eyes, his pupils were black and shiny, without any warmth, and said, "I only have one older sister."
His tone was as cold as ice.
Jiang Jiusheng and Wen's family, he clearly distinguished, the former is a person who cares, but the latter is incompatible.
Wen Shuhua couldn't help being annoyed: "Jinyu, what's the matter with you? The Wen family is your home, and we are your family." Why is Jiang Jiusheng the only sister in his mind!
The corners of Jiang Jinyu's lips pressed together, forming a straight line. Under the light, his thin outline was coldly white: "If I can choose, I only want my sister."
Inside and outside the words, it is all decisive.
Wen Shuhua was trembling with anger, and raised his hand to hit him.
The young man stood under the lamp, motionless, his eyes didn't move at all, he looked like a marionette in a shop window, he couldn't laugh, get angry, or be afraid.
Wen Shuhua's raised hand trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't let it go down. With red eyes, he choked up and said, "You don't even want your mother?"
He bent down, picked up the suitcase, put his bag on his back, and said blankly, "I don't want to be your tool for fighting for property."
After finishing speaking, he turned around without hesitation, carrying a big luggage, back straight, walking farther and farther alone.
Wen Shuhua froze in disbelief.
Wen Shuning, the second young lady of the Wen family, has been in charge of the bank for nearly ten years. In my opinion, if I don't make a will for a day, who will be the future owner of the Wen family has not yet been finalized.
Wen Shuning has a good wrist and a wide network of contacts.
And Wen Shuhua has only one trump card, which is Jin Yu, the only male in the Wen family.
That child who didn't know much about the world, that child who always lowered his head and looked down, when did he actually grow up, with a pair of calm eyes that see through everything.
It was already past ten o'clock, but Jiang Jiusheng didn't feel sleepy at all. She lay on the bed and checked Weibo. After Shi Jin finished washing, she put the towel for wiping her hair on her shoulder, walked over, and took the tablet from her hand: "I can't watch It will hurt your eyes."
Jiang Jiusheng sat up and wiped him with a towel: "Many diss on my Weibo topics on the Internet have disappeared, is it you?"
If it were him, he would have sealed them all, but he would not be so polite.
Shi Jin raised his head, his half-wet hair slightly covered his eyes, his bangs drooped down, and his whole body softened: "It's that kid from the Wen family."