Jiang Ning chased into the venue and saw Huo Mingyang in a black suit, heading straight to where Mo Feifei was.
Suddenly, she stopped and saw him walking over silently and gently holding Mo Feifei's hand, feeling mixed emotions in her heart.
How much love do you have to have zero tolerance and choose to stand together with utmost determination?
"What are you doing? Send the plan over quickly."
Jiang Ning was thinking a lot when Li Lu came to find him.
"Director Li, can I go up and speak?"
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Ning asked seriously.
Without waiting for Director Li to answer, she handed Director Li all the plans and bags in her hand and strode towards the stage.
He climbed up the steps, ignored the person who was speaking, snatched it away, looked at the flashing cameras below, mustered up his courage and said, "Media, I am Blue Label's crisis public relations officer, Jiang Ning."
The audience, and even the entire venue, fell into silence for a while, with everyone's eyes staring directly at Jiang Ning on the stage.
She was wearing a navy blue professional suit, with her long hair tied up at the back of her head. Under the spotlight, her delicate face looked pretty, neat and neat.
Suddenly, her tone changed and she looked at Mo Feifei and Huo Mingyang on the right side of the audience.
"On behalf of actor Mo Feifei, I would like to prove to everyone that all the things that netizens and fans are interested in are true."
As soon as he finished speaking, the media below exploded.
Mo Feifei's boss and agent almost rushed up and threw Jiang Ning off the stage. Even Mo Feifei and Huo Mingyang felt that she was taking this opportunity to take revenge.
But Jiang Ning changed her voice and turned directly to Huo Mingyang and Mo Feifei in the audience. She said with a smile: "Everyone knows that Miss Feifei is now Mr. Huo's fiancée, so even if she is pregnant, she will naturally belong to Mr. Huo. You see,
Mr. Huo and Miss Feifei are so loving. Those rumors on the Internet are completely false and completely slanderous. Miss Feifei can definitely sue those idiots."
Just when everyone was sweating, some media rushed to the front, holding a microphone and asking questions: "Miss Jiang Ning, just now you clearly said that what we were interested in was true, but now you say that the pregnancy is Huo Mingyang's.
Are you very inconsistent?"
Jiang Ning looked at the wolf-like media reporters beside the stage, and was unusually calm: "Contradiction? Where is the contradiction? I am Miss Feifei's crisis public relations, and the reason why I am here is to know the inside story. Of course, you and netizens and fans,
Aren’t you also interested in Miss Feifei’s privacy?”
"We are interested in the things on the hot searches, and you said that they are all true. Excuse me, have you read the contents of the hot searches? Miss Feifei was admitted to the hospital for surgery. If not..."
"Admission surgery? Reporter, do you have any evidence? Which department did you see Ms. Feifei go to? Obstetrics and gynecology? Or oncology? Or brain department?"
"I……"
After a series of rhetorical questions, the female reporter immediately stopped talking.
Mo Feifei, who had a gloomy face at first, now saw such a scene, her frown slowly relaxed.
Even Huo Mingyang's gaze towards the stage no longer had the disgust as before, but instead became a little more calm.
"Who else wants to ask? You? Or you!"
Jiang Ning seemed to have gone from passive to active. The media, which was so arrogant, could not organize its words for a moment.
She added: "Since everyone is fine, let's all go away. After all, as the old saying goes, it is better to demolish ten temples than break up one marriage. Keep it secret, Mr. Huo and Miss Feifei have their fingers intertwined, what can you say to Miss Feifei?"
Betrayed Mr. Huo?"
A reporter followed the direction she pointed and looked at Huo Mingyang and Mo Feifei standing in the crowd.
The two of them intertwined their fingers and looked at each other and smiled.
The media had no choice but to turn off the cameras reluctantly with sad faces.
"Oh, what did I think I could dig up? Who knew Cheng Yaojin would show up halfway?"
"That's it, how to write this copy..."
…
Jiang Ning turned off the microphone and returned it to the staff aside. She didn't look at Huo Mingyang again. When she turned around, her expression turned cold.
Li Lu was giving her a thumbs up, but Jiang Ning came over to take the bag and ran towards the other exit.
She was about to chase after her when she was stopped by someone.
Jiang Ning left the venue and ran to the top of the building along the corridor.
The night breeze is cool.
Looking at the night scene below, Jiang Ning felt as if her chest was drowning. She wanted to cry loudly, but she couldn't cry when she opened her mouth.
I know I'm just not willing to give in, but I'm going through that hurdle again.
If Huo Mingyang is a scumbag, he has already overcome all difficulties with Mo Feifei.
If a man doesn't care about the dirty side of that woman, he can only say that he loves her to the core.
Thinking about the years I spent with him, now that I think about it, he is clearly a clown.
When Jiang Ning was laughing at herself, raindrops suddenly started falling from the sky.
Slowly raising her head, raindrops fell on her cheeks, and a sourness suddenly jumped from her Adam's apple to her nasal cavity. Suddenly, her eyes became hot, and something slipped from her cheeks.
On the way back, Jiang Ning didn't take a ride. The rain outside had grown from light to heavy, gradually getting wet all over her body.
She could no longer tell whether it was tears or rain. Finally, in the heavy rain, she stood on the street and cried loudly.
Under the night, there was a lot of traffic, but no one wanted to stop for her, even to say hello.
Suddenly, a light flashed in the distant sky, followed closely by the rumble of thunder.
Jiang Ning stopped crying and looked up at the dark sky, as if a voice told her.
Sometimes letting go is a kind of fulfillment, isn’t it?
…
Somehow I got home, took a shower and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was bright and bright outside.
Just when I was about to sit up and look for my phone, my head felt like it had been hit by something heavy, making me feel heavy and dizzy, so I had to lie down again.
Open your eyes and look at the ceiling for a full minute.
She still managed to hold herself top-heavy and opened the door to the living room.
I found my phone and found several missed calls on it.
There were calls from Li Lu, Song Nuan, and the rest were all called by Li Zeyu.
In order to report that she was safe, Jiang Ning was lying on the sofa and replied to Song Nuan, only to see that she had also sent a WeChat message: Baby, you are so brave! But are you being coerced? Why did you do it to that scumbag man and bitch?
clarify?
Jiang Ning didn't want to see any news about Huo Mingyang, so she quit and looked at Li Zeyu's WeChat and a series of voice and video calls. She no longer had the stamina to count them. She pressed the space bar and just opened her mouth, finding that her voice was extremely hoarse.
"Ah, ah,"
After sending it, she quickly withdrew it.
Unexpectedly, the next second, Li Zeyu called.
Looking at the constantly jumping numbers, Jiang Ning couldn't help but feel her eyes burning up for a moment, her nose seemed to be blocked by something, and her throat felt stiff.
Tears fell out of his eyes uncontrollably.
Raising her finger, she decisively clicked answer.
Li Zeyu's anxious voice immediately came from the other end: "Hey, have you gone home? What did you do last night? Why don't you answer the phone? Didn't I warn you not to answer the phone? Did you take my words seriously?
It fell on deaf ears.”
Jiang Ning was scolded all over his head, and a warm current flowed through his heart. He raised the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath, and said in a hoarse voice: "Li Zeyu, I'm at home."