Song Yancheng felt the pressure from public figures for the first time.

The words "Ten Sins" alone made his mind hurt.

Mao Feiyu was going to deal with the following countless media calls. He had no time to scold Li Zhi, so he turned back to the studio. Li Zhi was very calm and observed Song Yancheng's reaction with interest.

"You can say a few words, what's your mood now?" Li Zhi asked with a smile.

Song Yancheng looked at her a few times, but he wanted to say something, "You have no worries?"

"What are the concerns?"

"Impact your role."

"I came here when I didn't have a show before, but I'm afraid now?" Li Zhi was really excited. "If I don't have a show, I'll go to act in a drama and be a supporting actor. Someone should take it in."

Song Yancheng was jealous, grabbed her hand and gently hugged the person in his arms, "There is no show to film, I will support you."

Li Zhi smiled and said, "Don't worry, self-reliance, and don't hold you back. But I'll remind you, in the future, maybe you will be recognized, and there will be reporters who will shoot you, post news, and write randomly. These may happen."

Song Yancheng suddenly felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and his forehead was sweating, "What are you writing randomly?"

"For example, if you go to a bar for a drink, you will imply that you will pick up girls. If you dress more handsomely, you will say you will show off." Li Zhi laughed.

Song Yancheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."...Don't just write something randomly for ten minutes.

Li Zhi really didn't regard this as a very important thing, and after the official announcement, everything was as usual. However, there was something wrong with Song Yancheng. He didn't work, didn't chat, and sat alone in the study to look at his phone.

Fans like Li Zhi are really good at playing. They created a topic and even started to entertain themselves. They also played various photos of the photo that Li Zhi officially announced on Weibo, and they made their own avatars, SpongeBob SquarePants, and Calabash Baby. There are even more amazing things, and they directly pried out Song Yancheng's shadow.

Then he posted another post to analyze why my brother-in-law is so tall, but it is only ten minutes long. Is it a distortion of growth or a loss of genes!

The comments on Weibo have always been very friendly. The fruit pears and oranges are gentle and polite, and they all "bless idols!". As a result, they all came here to have fun, mostly because they were dissatisfied with this brother-in-law.

"Idols don't often go to Weibo to open business, so my brother-in-law must be stopped by me."

"The idol looked haggard that day, and it must be because his brother-in-law didn't take good care of her."

"Idols are so beautiful, worth an hour!"

Look, look! Is this human words?

Song Yancheng was so heartbroken that he registered a small account and went online that he was a furious fight:

"What ten minutes, you don't know the whole picture, so you shouldn't say that!"

"Your idol's face may be haggard, maybe it's menstrual period, so take care of yourself!"

"Do you know what 'brother-in-law' is? It's your sister Zhi's husband, man!"

He was so devoted that he didn't even notice Li Zhi walked in.

"What are you doing?" Li Zhi leaned over, puzzled.

Song Yancheng subconsciously hid his cell phone. It was too late, and Li Zhiquan saw it. She was shocked: "Are you quarreling with them?"

Song Yancheng: "..."

"I tell you, there are some people I know, who are particularly good at arguing with, and you can't argue with them." Li Zhi opened his cell phone and looked at it, unable to help but laugh.

Song Yancheng was extremely embarrassed and tried to grab his cell phone, "Give it back to me."

"Don't touch me, I'm still having a fracture."

As soon as she said that, Song Yancheng stopped his movements, sat on the chair, looked up at her. His eyes were facing each other, and Li Zhi's eyes suddenly softened. She lowered her head, kissed Song Yancheng's forehead, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I've made you wronged."

Song Yancheng's heart is so fucking sour. He has never been so sour before. He, a big man, almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Fans just think it's fun and it's really not bad. If you think you mind, don't watch it online." Li Zhi's voice was soft and her eyes were apologetic. "I'm used to this kind of life. There's no way. There's always something unavoidable about eating this industry. But asking you this way seems a bit sorry."

Song Yancheng was concerned about her injuries, and circled her waist very gently, and asked in a low voice: "So what?"

Li Zhi pursed her lips and smiled, her index finger a little on his eyebrows, "So, please forgive me, I can only give it to you."

Song Yancheng's heart was melted, and when the body temperature was steamed, it became warm and flowed through his limbs. He pressed Li Zhi on his body and kissed her side neck, "They always said that I was ten minutes, ten minutes was too long. Now, five minutes is enough."

...

Li Zhi became a boat floating on the sea that night, allowing Song Yancheng to control the sails and turn the direction. She felt the heat and heat in the waves, and the exchange of tenacity and gentleness. Song Yancheng made her understand that loving someone means you want to have countless possibilities of happiness.

Song Yancheng returned to her side, hugged her and hugged her in her arms, and said hoarsely in her ear: "I overestimate Zhizhi. It turns out that only three minutes is enough."

...

There were not many cracks on the tailbone. After the three most painful days passed, the recovery was still getting better and better day by day. On the seventh day, Li Zhi could no longer walk without supporting the wall, but he moved slowly.

She asked several times, "I can be alone at home, you don't have to ask for leave to accompany me."

Song Yancheng always said, "It's okay, not busy."

But Li Zhi still saw something different about him. He had more phone calls and had been reading documents and reports for a long time. In the past few days, Ji Zuo came to his house to be diligent and did not disturb him during the day. He usually chose to go after nine o'clock in the evening.

Ji Zuo was able to face Li Zhi very calmly. When he came to the door that day, he even said to her: "Miss Li, you are braver than I imagined."

Li Zhi didn't shy and asked with a smile: "What do you think?"

Ji Zuo pushed gold-rimmed glasses and did not hide it: "I have seen many boys and girls in the entertainment industry who pay great attention to ** protection and will not expose their relationship. Even when they are in normal socializing with the opposite sex, they hide and hide. You... are very brave."

Li Zhi pushed his thumb behind him, like a hero in the middle of the girl, "He is the brave one, praise him more."

Ji Zuo smiled, taking it for granted, "Song is the best among men, and he is very good at matching you."

Li Zhi had goosebumps, "Secretary Ji, your words to praise people are very direct."

Ji Zuo smiled knowingly, "This is natural, after all, Mr. Song is my parents of food and clothing."

"Ji Zuo." Song Yancheng's voice came from the study.

"Miss Li, I'm not with you." Ji Zuo was carrying a briefcase and wearing an elite style in a suit and ties.

The study door was closed and the two talked until late at night.

Li Zhi had to lie down more bone injuries, and she was lying on the sofa and reading the script. It seemed like there was an inexplicable intuition. She always felt that Song Yancheng was a little different during this period.

The movement in the study was very small and almost silent.

Midway through, Song Yancheng came out and specifically saw if she was sleeping. Li Zhi smiled at him foolishly, "I'm not sleepy, I'll read a few more pages of the script."

Song Yancheng's home clothes today are gray shirts, short styles that fit their waists, making him look particularly tall and tall. He nodded slightly and entered the study.

Ji Zuo reported: "I have prepared all the materials. If you set a date, I can submit them to it. The board of directors will also receive these evidences. The board of directors is about to be held by the end of the year, and it will be possible to deal with Song Ruiyao."

Song Yancheng asked: "Where is Vice President Wang?"

"As long as Song Ruiyao is convicted, he will be the first to recommend you to become the new general manager of the company." Ji Zuo thought for a moment and added: "The old man is still sick, then no one dares to come forward to protect your elder brother. He can't stay on the board of directors anymore, whether he is in jail. How long does it take depends on how much evidence you are willing to submit."

In the quiet late night, Ji Zuo's voice was particularly clear and cold.

Song Yancheng folded his legs and was trapped in the leather chair, and his body shook left and right. He lit the cigarette between his fingers, lit it and burned it quietly, without sucking a single bite.

"I have also touched the several big customers in Song Ruiyao's hands. They are all in exchange for interests, and they may not necessarily turn against Bai Ming for the sake of him. After you take over, there should be no problem in the smooth development of your work."

Song Yancheng finally put smoke between his lips and teeth, sucked in his lungs, vomited half of it, squinted his eyes in the smoke, and said in a faint voice: "I asked the doctor, how is the old man's illness?"

"I asked, but it's still the same, and there is no sign of improvement." Ji Zuojing asked for a while, boldly: "Mr. Song, if it succeeds, how do you plan to resettle the old man?"

Song Yancheng paused his fingers and let the smoke rise into the air, covering his eyes at this moment.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the door, and the sound of the east and the ground falling.

Song Yancheng's eyes were cold, and Ji Zuo immediately stood up alertly. He pulled the door open, and Li Zhi, who was standing by the door, looked at him blankly and apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, I want to get some medicine."

Song Yancheng's eyes softened instantly. He pinched the cigarette in his hand, picked up the throat candy on the table, poured two pills into his mouth. Then he walked over and helped her, "Stop, I'll spray you."

Ji Zuo said tactfully: "Mr. Song, it's getting late, I'll leave first."

In the quiet quiet, there were only the two of them left in the house.

Song Yancheng was skillful in applying medicine, so he asked her to lie down, lifted her clothes, and then pressed her gently after warming her fingertips.

In silence, even breathing is heavy.

Song Yancheng was pretending to be in his heart, scheming and unwilling to speak. Li Zhi's mind was still the conversation he had just heard at the door of the study, even if he had just a few words, he was scared enough.

After taking the medicine, Song Yancheng asked her to sleep first, saying that she had not finished her work.

He brought it to the door, obviously he didn't want to talk to her.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Yancheng made a light move and went back to bed to sleep. As soon as he lay down, a hand wrapped around his waist and abdomen and hugged him tightly. Song Yancheng lowered his head and said unexpectedly: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Li Zhi whispered, "I can't sleep, I want to hug you."

Song Yancheng: "Well, okay, I'll hug you."

He turned to the side, turned into an initiative, and hugged Li Zhi in his arms.

After quiet, Li Zhi smiled and said, "Others who have insomnia count the sheep, I will count your heartbeat."

Song Yancheng bent his lips silently, put his hand on her shoulder, and slowly tapped his fingers.

Li Zhi grabbed his collar and played, chatting like a little bitch, "Don't you always ask me why you don't look for your parents?"

Song Yancheng: "Well. You said you are very free and easy. If you look at it, you won't care."

Li Zhi pouted, and his voice was a little hoarse in the middle of the night, "I lied to you. I actually had the impulse to try to find them two years ago. I registered with the China Searching for People Network and also went to the police station to record fingerprints."
To be continued...