The popularity is too high

Ming Siran looked down at her from above, his cold and indifferent gaze mixed with disgust, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.

"You're Jiang qingyin, right?" He opened his mouth expressionlessly and said in a bone-chilling voice, " "I'll remember that."

Jiang qingyin's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to speak, the man had already retracted his gaze coldly and walked past her.

The underling opened the car door for Ming Siran respectfully. He bent down and carefully placed Luo Qiao in the car. He kissed her gently on the forehead, then went around to the other side of the car.

No one dared to make a sound. This was the first time the man, who had always been lazy and undisciplined, had revealed his cold side. His aura was really frightening.

His men continued to deal with the aftermath. All the reporters 'equipment was smashed, and the photos and videos on the fans' phones were deleted. The award ceremony was canceled, and they checked each and every one of them, leaving no possibility of them leaking.

The wind blew, and Jiang qingyin's eyelashes fluttered. She slowly got up from the ground.

The moment she got up, the pain in her elbow intensified. She looked down and saw that the part where she had fallen was bruised, which looked particularly terrifying on her snow-white skin.

Her assistant rushed in from outside. Looking at her, she opened her mouth."Sister Qinglin, Wanwan."

Jiang qingyin's exquisitely long hair was in a mess, and the places she had hit were still bleeding. Her lips were pale, and her eyes were numb.

The assistant saw her trembling fingers and hurried forward. "Sister Qinglin, did you hurt your hand?"

However, the moment she touched Jiang qingyin, the woman suddenly shook her off and raised her voice. "Don't touch me!"

The female assistant was shocked by her loss of control and could not help but step back.

Jiang qingyin took a deep breath and walked forward in her high heels.

The man's expression just now flashed through her mind. His eyes were cold and disgusted.

He hated her.

Why?

On what basis?

Jiang qingyin blinked and bit her lip tightly, her fingertips trembling.

……

In the car.

Ming Siran pulled Luo Qiao into his arms. The woman's face was petite and fair, and her eyes were still a little dazed from the shock she had just experienced.

Ming Siran lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers. His fingers slid down and gently pulled away her tightly clenched hands, intertwining their fingers.

His warmth gradually warmed her cold hands. Luo Qiao's eyes moved and she finally looked at him.

The man's exquisite face entered her eyes. His eyebrows were gentle and his lines were clear.

She pursed her lips.

The car arrived at the villa and Ming Siran brought Luo Qiao down. He filled the bathtub with water and reached out to brush away the hair on the side of her face, saying gently, " "Let's take a hot bath first."

"Yes."

After the door closed, Luo Qiao took off her clothes and soaked herself in the water. Her tense nerves finally relaxed.

She closed her eyes and tried to drive those images out of her mind.

……

In the living room, Ming Siran had one hand in his pocket as he took out his phone and made a call.

"President Ming."

"How's the Media Processing Service along?" the man's voice was cold and deep.

they're almost all deleted. It's just that miss Luo Qiao's popularity is simply too high. The netizens are having a heated discussion about her.

The video could be deleted, and the hot search could be removed, but the video content spread like wildfire, and the netizens 'enthusiasm for discussion remained high.

Ming Siran furrowed his brows and did not say a word.

"Don't worry, President Ming. We've already contacted the public relations team to think of a solution."

Ming Siran grunted in agreement and hung up.