Fast-Crossing Big Boss: Blackening Lord God is Paranoid and Sick

Chapter 182: Ruthless robot VS autistic little milk bag with high IQ (27)

Song Jiang put down the bowl and looked sideways at Song Zhen, "I must marry Yiyi. I will handle the news on the Internet."

Song Zhen was furious, "How do you deal with it? I will never agree to your marrying her!"

Song Jiang glanced at Meng He and said firmly, "Then you just think that there is no one like me in the Song family."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence.

Meng He's pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief, "What did you say?"

Song Jiang pinched Luo Yi's fingers and looked serious.

"I must marry Yiyi. This is not a matter of discussion with you."

After finishing speaking, Song Jiang glanced at the bodyguard in black who had been waiting at the door.

"see a visitor out."

Several tall and strong bodyguards stepped forward and made a "please" gesture, which was very tough.

"Please, both of you."

Song Zhen turned livid with anger and uttered harsh words.

"Okay! If you insist on doing this, then our Song family will not have a son like you."

Song Jiang followed the good deeds and agreed very readily.

"Row."

Song Zhen gritted his teeth. The elite stability of the superior was completely lost, and he left angrily.

Meng He frowned and glanced at Luo Yi, flashed past him fiercely, turned around and left.

Everyone dispersed unhappy.

The next day, a large group of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons squatted at the entrance of Yiyang Science and Technology.

Song Jiang was surrounded as soon as he got off the car.

"Mr. Song, is the news online that you are about to marry a robot true?"

"Mr. Song, is the reason why you established Yiyang Technology just for that robot? Does the Song family know that you are about to marry a robot?"

"Mr. Song, please answer directly."

The surrounding bodyguards separated the crowd. Song Yi paused and stood on the steps, facing the menacing reporters below, with a gloomy expression.

"Yi Yi and I have received the certificate. Luo Yi is my wife, and the wedding will be held later. Dear journalists, please don't pay too much attention to my private life." After saying this, Song Jiang turned and went upstairs.

Someone was live broadcasting the scene, and within a few minutes, Weibo exploded.

As the first normal person in China to marry a robot, this is obviously not understandable by everyone, and the comments section is very violent.

A few minutes later, all online entries about Song Jiang no longer existed, and even the word robot could not be typed.

However, the incident still spread widely.

For a time, Yiyang Technology's stock fell to the bottom, and the Song Group became the center of public opinion.

At the same time, Song Jiang’s official Weibo announced that it had severed ties with the Song family.

In Song's house, entertainment news is playing on the TV in the living room.

[This morning, Yiyang Technology President Song Jiang announced that he would sever ties with the Song family and marry a low-level robot...]

Song Zhen stared at the TV blankly, furious.

"Okay! I'll see how he can survive without the protection of the Song family!"

Next to him, Meng He dialed Song Jiang with trembling hands.

"Xiaojiang, what do you want to do?"

Song Jiang's voice was cold, "Mom, this is the only way to minimize the losses to the Song family."

It is impossible for him to be separated from Yiyi.

Meng He's finger bones turned white while he was holding the phone, and he was puzzled.

How did things get to this point? !

Song Jiang severed relations with the Song family, and all public opinion in society fell on Song Jiang alone.

As the wedding time gets closer and closer, he returns to the villa later and later, and Luo Yi usually doesn't see him for several days.

In the evening, Luo Yi had just returned to his room when a heavy and powerful footsteps came from outside the door.

The next second, Luo Yi fell into a warm and solid embrace.

Luo Yi looked at him sideways.

Song Zhen was wearing a custom-made brown suit, her hair was slightly messy, her eyes were slightly closed at the moment, and her chin rested on her shoulder.

Like a lazy lion returning to its den to rest, relax all over.

　Long wait, bow!

　　I'm home!

　　(End of this chapter)