Help!Shang Lian Zong was captured by a paper man

Chapter 141
In the past, seeing "spreading like birds and beasts", Jiang Luo would always think, what is going on?
At this moment, hearing those chaotic and fast footsteps fading away, Jiang Luo suddenly thought, this is "scattering like birds and beasts".

She and Shi Yan met each other's eyes, their thin backs were still leaning against the door, and each breathed a sigh of relief.

After only stopping for a few seconds, the two of them turned over at the same time and leaned against the door, eavesdropping on the movement outside.

"Mr. He Ziyan, are you speaking for Jiang Luo in the post you posted today?"

The subject of the question changed from Jiang Luo, who stayed behind closed doors, to He Ziyan.

After all, it was delivered to the door on its own initiative.

In front of the sofa, He Ziyan, who took the initiative to deliver it to the door, faced the group of people in front of him expressionlessly.

Each of them is eager, like a vicious dog ready to prey at any time.

He Ziyan twitched his brows slightly, trying to restrain the scrutiny in his eyes.

He likes to be quiet, and he hates this kind of noisy and annoying scenes the most. If it is according to his temperament, he should count the crimes of these entertainment journalists one by one, breaking into private houses, disturbing the recording of the program group, and so on.

According to He Ziyan's character, there is a high probability that he will choose to use violence to control violence and use the strongest means to drive them away.

But he can't follow his own temper.

YB is a technology company, relying on its strength to gain a foothold in the industry. Moreover, technological innovation and scientific and technological achievements exist objectively, which cannot be achieved by anyone who wants to discredit him. Therefore, he is able to face the media without being humble or overbearing.

But the entertainment industry is different.

Sometimes, a rhythmic word from the media spreads through their platforms and travels through the vast traffic pool, which can attract tens of thousands of netizens to follow suit and abuse, and it is even enough to determine whether an artist's next star journey will be smooth or not.

Thinking that Jiang Luoyang would have to face these people in the future, He Ziyan decided to give up hard tactics.

After tempering his temper, he cooperated and replied: "Yes."

"So you think Xu Jingyan's fans are slandering Jiang Luo?" Sharp questions followed.

"Slander is too serious a word. I'm not familiar with Xu Jingyan's fan, so I can't judge her thoughts. I'm just expressing my trust in Luoluo."

Everyone is waiting for He Ziyan to say that he really thinks that Xu Jingyan's fans are throwing dirty water on Jiang Luo.

As long as he said it, no matter what he said later to make up for it, it would not help.

The media are ready to take out of context and step on the hot headlines.

Unfortunately, He Ziyan did not fall into the trap.

After answering the last question, He Ziyan did not give everyone a chance to continue asking, leaving no gaps, and then said: "Everyone comes here with a sense of social responsibility to restore the truth. I really admire your truth-seeking spirit and professional ethics. Therefore, if you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them, and I will use everyone's strength to hold a press conference."

Hearing that a reporter came to the hut, He Ziyan immediately made thorough preparations, communicated with the public relations department, contacted Lily, and arranged for an assistant to prepare related matters. When he arrived at the scene, he realized that he hadn't communicated with Luoluo in advance. The phone, the most important thing, is overshadowed by messy busyness.

After he arrived at the hut, he saw the reporters gathered around the door of Jiang Luo's room, so he couldn't care about anything else.

"Everyone sit down and have a good rest. Don't be in a hurry. I've already asked the company for leave, and I've reserved a whole day for everyone." He Ziyan winked at his assistant as he spoke.

The assistant immediately understood, and joined the staff to move the chair.

There was a rustling movement, and the wooden chairs were brought up one by one, and the journalists sat down.

While resting, the assistant answered the phone, went out for a while and came back, followed by several staff members carrying two stacks of packing boxes. They were wearing uniform vests with white words printed on them: "sweet."

Sweet is a well-known brand in Chunxing that provides desserts for high-end banquets.

After them, there are several YB staff members in suits, each holding a beautiful gift box.It was a souvenir for the reporters.

Head-to-head is easy to use, but sugar-coated shells are not bad.

"Mr. He also prepared refreshments and a little gift for everyone, please don't be too polite." The assistant guided the staff to distribute the souvenirs, and sweet's staff set up a dessert table on the tea table.

It is said that the hands are short and the mouth is soft. Several entertainment reporters looked at each other in blank dismay. What's more, He Ziyan put a high hat on them and raised their questions to the height of "social responsibility".

If you keep messing around and blindly pursue the effect, your newly grown conscience will feel bad.

Next, they asked a few official questions in a decent manner.

"How does Mr. He view this incident..."

"Why do I hear...it doesn't seem so noisy outside?" Shi Yan asked in the bedroom.

In fact, it only took a few minutes, but there were earth-shaking changes.

Her admiration for He Ziyan went up to a new level.

"Huh? Luoluo..." Listening intently, Shi Yan turned her head, only to realize that Jiang Luo, who was originally beside her, had disappeared.

In the other corner of the room, Jiang Luo responded, "I'm here."

Shi Yan turned around to look, and found that Jiang Luo was putting on makeup in front of the mirror, "You have such a big heart!"

The lipstick on the upper lip has improved a lot. Jiang Luo took a look in the mirror, stood up and looked at Shi Yan with firm eyes: "I want to go out."

Every step is taken solemnly.

"But..." Shi Yan hesitated to speak.

Stopping in front of her, Jiang Luo raised an indifferent smile, "I can't let He Ziyan face it alone, this incident happened because of me, I can't let him clean up the mess for me alone, I can't just because he likes me , just enjoy his kindness to me unscrupulously. I put on makeup because I want to look good in the mirror, and I’m not wrong about it. It’s someone else who wants to pour dirty water on me, and I want to use my best mental outlook to fight it.”

If she was the only one, she definitely didn't want to face it. It wouldn't be a bad thing to be an ostrich with her head buried in the sand, but He Ziyan was facing it for her, so she couldn't stand by and watch.

Shi Yan made way.

Jiang Luo's hand gripped the doorknob and turned it.

The corner of the door was cut open.

The gap in the door is getting bigger and bigger.

In front of the eyes is the facing wall, and the corridor that was crowded a few minutes ago is empty.

Lifting his foot, Jiang Luo stepped out.

Turning the corner, as soon as she appeared, she met He Ziyan's eyes.

A gleam of light flashed across those ink-stained milk dog eyes, and then the light sparkled, full of tenderness and sweetness.

The reporters also spotted Jiang Luo, but this time they were not as aggressive as before, holding refreshments in their hands, looking sideways at Jiang Luo.

Smiling with He Ziyan, Jiang Luo restrained his nervousness, bypassed the entertainment reporters, and came to He Ziyan's side.

He Ziyan's eyes followed each other all the way, like two beams of hot light.

Jiang Luo stood, He Ziyan didn't get up, but looked up at her, raised his brows slightly, and curled his lips, adding a touch of playfulness full of love.

That expression seemed to say: Not bad, braver than imagined.

Not to be outdone, Jiang Luo pouted her chin.

Turning to the reporters, Jiang Luo bowed deeply.

The crowd fell silent.

The entertainment reporters looked a little guilty.

After the salutation, Jiang Luo took her seat. She straightened her back, put her hands neatly on her knees, and spoke calmly, neither humble nor overbearing, "I'm sorry that I didn't accept your interview immediately."

The entertainment reporters looked at each other, and the cameraman raised the camera and started shooting.

Facing the camera, Jiang Luowu began to narrate: "Because I was really not in a good state just now, and some previous experiences left me with some psychological shadows, so I was very scared. When I heard your questions, my brain went blank. I do not know what to say."

Swallowing her saliva, she said again: "Ziyan's answer gave me a lot of courage. I am sure that I should face all this more bravely. I also know that none of you have any malicious intentions."

Her voice is sincere, her eyes are clear, and she seems to be able to wash away the filth in the minds of those speculators.

"I just heard that you called Mr. He Ziyan, and Mr. He also called you Luoluo before. Does this mean that the relationship between the two of you is relatively close?" An entertainment reporter reached out to them.

She had a pleasant smile, no longer the sharp tone as before, more like a friend asking for gossip, her whole body seemed to be coated with a soft light.

Looking across the exquisite gift bag at Yuji's feet, Jiang Luo understood.

The change in attitude was not without reason, but because He Ziyan invested real money.

He Ziyan didn't have to do these things, but he did them all. In what capacity did he do them?

friend?

Someone who likes her but has no status?
This is not fair.

No matter how sharp the previous question was, He Ziyan answered it all. Faced with such a soft question, he felt a little difficult.

He didn't know how to answer, that was the standard in Luo Luo's heart.

In private, it's okay for him to say anything, but now he is facing the public, so he dare not speak nonsense.

So, he just looked sideways at Jiang Luo, waiting for her answer.

The corners of her lips were raised, Jiang Luo's eyebrows were warm, and she asked in a slightly coquettish tone: "What do you think?"

Extremely ambiguous.

The smile on He Ziyan's lips intensified.

The reporters all said "Oh", one after another.

"Our show is still going on, everyone should pay more attention to it. There are some things that I can't say right now, but everyone will know when the time comes." Jiang Luo said again.

The reporters were completely aware of the expression on their chests.

Even the righteous master said so, how can there be falsehood?
Jiang Luo's words also gave them a headline. Although it deviates from what they expected when they came, it might be able to fight for a traffic path in serious topics recently.

When Ni Xiao arrived, what he saw was Jiang Luo and He Ziyan calmly dealing with the reporters.

She froze for a moment, and couldn't help taking out her phone to take a picture, tsk tsk, yes.

Stopping at the door, she stood still with her arms folded, listening silently.

After that, the reporters didn't make it difficult for them any more, and successfully ended this temporary "small press conference".

It was when Jiang Luo sent the reporters out that Jiang Luo discovered Ni Xiao.

Ni Xiao gave a thumbs up, "That's right, he speaks well and is a mature artist."

Jiang Luo shrugged his nose, looked at He Ziyan who was explaining something to his assistant outside the door, "He Ziyan is the guide."

The sky was still cloudy in the morning, and the sky was already clear, with large swaths of sunlight shining down, making the eyes bright.

Floor-to-ceiling glass windows dissolve the glare of light, making it more gentle and tender.

Standing in that light, He Ziyan looked like an angel descending from the sky, beautiful and holy.

How can there be such a beautiful person in this world?
"Yeah." Standing shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Luo, Ni Xiao nodded, "Not bad. I agree to this marriage."

"Hmm..." After humming subconsciously, Jiang Luo finally realized what Ni Xiao was saying, quite ashamed, "What..."

(End of this chapter)