Chief husband, strong love!

Yu Qinghe and doctor haven't come yet. There are only two of them left in the lounge.

Since Shen Enron found that his face was wrong, he felt that the atmosphere was inexplicable and strange.

Those dark and deep eyes seemed to burst out of fire.

She said the wrong thing?

It seems that he is not angry.

Or is her face dirty?

Damn it, she forgot song Zicheng's cheap scum for a while.

She must be very ugly now that she was bullied like this.

But she doesn't want to. She's innocent, too!

Shen Enron immediately turned his head and tried to divert his attention. "By the way, what does assistant Yu mean by taking a souvenir just now?"

A word was not easy to calm down. I didn't hear a response for a long time.

The atmosphere was awkward with silence.

Shen Enron frowned gently. He still couldn't bear to turn around. He looked innocent, "Sheng Ting at night?"

Night Sheng Ting's thin lips were slightly pursed. At the same time, his eyes finally moved away from her face, "he took a picture."

The two words of husband are like stones thrown into the water, which will disappear clean after setting off a few shallow ripples.

He didn't know that the two words Shen Enron just now were not a title in that sentence, but just made a stand and mentioned his legal identity.

"Take a picture?" Shen Enron's eyes suddenly widened, "isn't that taking me in?"

From the perspective of Yu Qinghe just now, if you want to shoot song Zicheng, she must be a fragrant background.

Ten thousand of her don't want to be famous in this way of binding with song Zicheng.

Yesheng Ting said calmly, "if he makes such a mistake, he can go away."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the lounge was knocked.

Yu Qinghe came in with the doctor.

Yesheng stood up and asked the doctor to give her medicine.

"Young master, Mr. Song has sent someone to drive the reporter away just now, but his untidy clothes have been found by several reporters who have just sneaked in. The reporter knows that the protagonist has left, so no one will notice here for the time being."

Night Sheng Ting raised his eyelids calmly, "now?"

"Mr. Song is urgently negotiating with the monitoring room." Yu Qinghe smiled.

Although song Zicheng has cooperation, the show is still the home of Shengye in the end. He can't delete it in a word.

"Let him spend money to delete it."

Yu Qinghe, who had long expected this step, continued, "it has been arranged. If it takes him more time, he will be asked to increase the price."

That money is a small thing for him, but it will make him believe that the monitoring has been deleted and relax his vigilance.

In fact, of course, the monitoring will be deleted, but a few screenshots of Miss Shen are completely blocked and unrecognized.

Night Sheng Ting looked at Shen Enron lightly.

She is sitting on the sofa with her upper body completely covered by his suit, just like the crazy woman in the surveillance.

"Where's your picture?" He suddenly raised his voice slightly.

Yu Qinghe immediately took out his mobile phone. "Young master, this will be sent to the media later."

Night Shengting took a look, and his eyes were cold for a moment.

Does he want to go away at once?

Why is there Shen Enron's leg in the picture?

Dare you send such photos to the media?

"Big, young master, I'll let people lose this!" Yu Qing and himself just went to see the photos now and were shocked. "It's hard to avoid that angle just now... I'll make sure that the photos sent must be perfect and lose the content that shouldn't be!"

Make people PS?

Night Sheng Ting's cool voice pressed extreme displeasure, "do you still want others to see?"