Chapter 142 Must give him sweetness

   "Which is he?"

   "The one whose ID is 'Wild Cricket'."

   Jiang Ye's mouth twitched.

   He expressed his thanks to everyone in the group, and then sent them their positions.

  Fighting landlords and low-income households: [All consumption on Friday is paid by Jiang Gongzi, everyone will not go home if you are not drunk! ]

  PL: [@ye, what time? ]

   Wild Cricket: [What do you mean? Are you two getting better soon? @ye, @lan. ]

   Fighting landlords with low living allowances: [Do you have a 3G network? ]

   Wild Cricket: [5G. /picture/]

  ye: [We are already together. ]

  Lincheng is not drunk: [Tsk. Kick over the dog food.jpg]

  ye: [@PL, half past six. ]

  Jiang Ye's fingertips wandered over the twenty-six keys.

  While replying to the message, he asked Pei Yilan who each ID corresponds to, and unknowingly narrowed the distance with them.

   "What are you talking about?" Qian Yue yawned and walked up to them: "The phone keeps vibrating."

   "Friday."

   "How is Jiang Ye's body?"

   "Much better." Jiang Ye raised his head, his brown eyes flashed a kind smile.

   His appearance is not bad, and the breath exuding from his body gives a feeling of warmth and jade.

   Qianyue's gaze was between him and Pei Yilan, walking back and forth for a few laps, the more they looked, the more they matched.

   She leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly: "Both you and Jiaojiao are divorced, and I'm the only one left."

   "How long are you going to finish up?"

   "Before the new year."

   "That's too soon." Lin Jiao leaned against the guardrail: "Before falling in love, can you accept him to kiss you?"

   "It depends on where to kiss."

   "Kiss your face?"

   "That's ok." Qian Yue played with the pen: "It's inevitable to give him some sweetness."

   "I guess he can't wait for the Chinese New Year." Pei Yilan picked up the fruit knife: "You get ready first."

   "Prepare to be kissed by him?"

   "No." She lowered her head and slowly peeled the apple: "Prepare to be confessed by him."

   "Let him go." In order to get a long-term relationship, Qian Yue had to endure first: "I won't accept it anyway."

   Pei Yilan cut the apple into three pieces.

   She handed it to them one after another, and watched Jiang Ye wipe her hands happily: "What if he pesters you?"

   "Play disappears."

   "Rough enough."

   "How can I get rid of his problems without being ruthless?" Qian Yue said lightly, "I don't want to overtake him too early."

   "It's time for him to change." Lin Jiao didn't want him to continue like this, so he agreed.

   She swallowed the pulp in her mouth: "His suitor called me at noon today."

"say what?"

   "She wants me to give them a chance."

  Qianyue asked casually, "Is she beautiful?"

"Can not remember."

   "Jiang Ye, do you know him?"

   "I've seen it a few times." Jiang Ye said truthfully: "It looks okay, but your style is different."

   "What is she?"

   "Cute."

   "Then he must not be interested." Pei Yilan has seen so many of his ex-girlfriends, and he can almost figure out the type he likes.

   Qian Yue didn't take it to heart.

   She threw away the paper ball in her hand, straightened her back and moved her shoulders and neck: "Who handles that?"

   "You mean swinging..." Pei Yilan swallowed the words in her throat in time and coughed lightly, "Not yet."

   "Who is doing it?"

   "Brother Qu."

   "I'm leaving first." Lin Jiao had to go to work in the afternoon and couldn't stay out for too long.

   "Slow down on your way."

"it is good."

   Not long after she left, Qian Yue, who had been busy all morning, returned to the office tired.

   Pei Yilan, who stayed in the ward, went around the end of the bed and got into the quilt from the other end: "Are you sleepy?"

   "It's okay." Jiang Ye took two sips of water.

   He embraced her waist and stared at those moist apricot eyes: "Who are you talking about?"

   "Brother Yan."

   "Deal with that."

   Pei Yilan's voice was slightly lower: "Jiang Yingna." She didn't avoid his gaze: "It's uncle's intention to deal with her."

   "Are you responsible for making ideas?"

"almost."

   Jiang Ye moved the pillow and lay down with her.

   He embraced her face to face, quietly listening to the plan that was not thoughtful but enough to relieve his anger.

   The laughter like a silver bell rang out, and was wrapped in a cool wind, slipping out of the gap between the doors and windows without a sound.

   Jiang Yingna, who was unaware of this, also lay in the hotel to share the joy with the artist she had just dived in.

   She turned her head to look at the blazing sun, her lips overflowed with a voice that could breed evil thoughts, and she led the other party into her trap step by step.

   Or everything from last night made her too embarrassed, and she had to find it on the other side to make up for it.

   seems to want to use the joy that hits her head to suppress all the unpleasant memories, including her complicated emotions towards Jiang Ye.

   "Buzz-buzz-"

  In the evening, a series of vibrations came, breaking the ambiguity that permeated the surroundings.

   The call was from the assistant, and her trembling voice was full of anxiety: "Jiang Dong, you are on the hot search."

   "What hot search?"

   "You used your power to oppress female artists."

  Jiang Yingna quickly opened Weibo.

   She played the most popular video, and when she saw the female artist knelt on her knees to polish her shoes, slap herself, and kowtow to her, her brain went blank in an instant.

   "Who did it!?" She said with a grim face: "Is the PR department eating shit? The popularity is almost two million and still hasn't been withdrawn?"

   "I can't withdraw." The assistant said tremblingly: "At present, only the top other hot searches have come up, but it has almost no effect."

   "Then contact the marketing account and let them delete it!"

"…could not be reached."

   Jiang Yingna took a deep breath.

   Her hand gripping the sheet became stronger and stronger, and she could not wait to tear it apart: "Continue to contact, money is not a problem."

"there's one more thing."

"Say!"

   "There is a message from the marketing account, saying that other content will be posted at nine o'clock tonight."

The    assistant was so nervous that his toes were pinched: "Do you know what they said?"

   "You ask me who am I to ask?" Jiang Yingna scolded her on the phone, and she couldn't hold back her breath.

   She kicked the quilt away, and as soon as she wanted to get dressed, the man lying beside her hugged her from behind.

   He coaxed her to be happy in the usual way, and it was difficult for her to get rid of him: "Baby, don't think so much."

   "You let me go first."

"I can not let it go."

   Jiang Yingna met those affectionate eyes, and the fluctuating emotions calmed down: "The hot search is about to explode, I'm not in the mood."

   "It's okay, they'll fix it."

   "Can't solve it?"

   "Don't you still have your father?" The man carried her to the bathroom, and said calmly, "He won't leave you alone."

   "But he will scold me."

   "Just a scolding."

   Jiang Yingna was still uneasy.

   She stood under the shower, raised her chin against the warm water, and asked him, "What do you think of the other content?"

"No content."

"What's the meaning?"

   "They want to blackmail you." He squeezed out shampoo and applied it to the roots of her hair: "Why wait until nine o'clock?"

   (end of this chapter)