Chapter 30 What kind of shampoo does it smell so good?

When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.

"Yan's five-year advertising contract, Yan's annual advertising fee is tens of millions, Xia Ling, you are amazing."

"Xia Ling, I suspect you are the young mistress of the Yan family. Your boyfriend is Yan Feng, and the heir of the Yan family is also Yan Feng. Last time you said it was the same name, but now you have nothing to say."

"We, Xia Ling, just want to keep a low profile. Who is like you? You're so eager to use a loud speaker to announce a few hundred thousand dollars worth of advertising to the world."

The entire conference room began to compliment Xia Ling.

Yan's is one of the largest companies in Rongcheng, and its advertising expenses are comparable to those of dozens of other small companies.

What's more, Xia Ling signed for five years.

Even the director would probably have to open a glass of champagne for her personally to celebrate.

And it is obvious that Xia Ling is the future mistress of the Yan family. If you can get close to her, there will definitely be many benefits in the future.

So, for a while, no one cared about Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou knew clearly that this was a place where people were cold-hearted and profit was paramount.

After the meeting.

Tang Fei came over and tried to comfort her symbolically: "Xiao You, I'm actually still optimistic about you. Your show has always had the highest ratings on our station. I believe you won't lose to Xia Ling in this regard. This hosting competition is just a formality."

That’s true.

The next week.

Jiang Ciyou and Xia Ling take turns hosting the prime time show.

The TV station also organized a popularity vote for its golden host.

Today is Sunday, and it is also the last day of the competition between the two.

The two people had previously taken turns hosting for three days each.

Judging from the data, Jiang Ciyou always crushes Xia Ling.

The station has a double host today.

Let the audience vote to decide who will host the prime time show.

According to the current data, this position undoubtedly belongs to Jiang Ciyou.

Whether in terms of appearance or professionalism, Jiang Ciyou is impeccable.

Especially since she previously hosted the Noon News Eye, she already had a group of fans.

So from the moment the news broadcast began, Jiang Ciyou's voting data was far ahead of Xia Ling.

When everyone thought that Jiang Ciyou was the only one who could host the prime time show.

The accident still happened.

While the two people were reporting the news, a trending search rushed to the top of Weibo's hot searches and quickly took the number one spot.

The hot search name is #Golden Time Host Jiang Ciyou's Murderer Mother#

Suddenly, someone discovered that this person was Yin Ruyun, the suspect in the sensational husband-killing case three years ago.

The network exploded instantly

Criticisms about Jiang Ciyou also flooded in.

[How can a murderer's daughter be a prime-time host?]

[Her mother is a murderer, but she is not a murderer. These are two different things, okay?]

[If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked. If the mother kills the father, the child's psychology will definitely be distorted, right?]

If I had to watch the news every day facing the daughter of a murderer, I would have psychological trauma.

Ten minutes into the matter, the vote changed rapidly.

Jiang Ciyou's voting page almost stopped moving up.

On the contrary, Xia Ling flew straight into the sky with great swiftness.

Jiang Ciyou was able to see the voting process when he was reporting.

Seeing it was so abnormal, she probably guessed that something must have happened.

But she still finished the report professionally and calmly.

After the broadcast, Jiang Ciyou and Xia Ling came out of the studio.

Everyone seemed to be hesitant to speak, and their eyes looking at Jiang Ciyou were extremely complicated.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ciyou asked.

Cameraman Zhao Yuan said, "Sister Jiang, take a look at the trending searches on Weibo."

Jiang Ciyou immediately picked up his phone and opened Weibo.

Her expression gradually turned cold.

Assistant editor Xiao Zhao asked cautiously, "Sister Jiang, is what they said online true?"

Others also came over.

"Sister Jiang, is your mother really Yin Ruyun?"

"Well, I heard that when your mother killed your father, you were also there?"

"Sister Jiang, you seem to have never mentioned your family and parents..."

"Don't ask anymore. None of this is Ciyou's fault."

The one walking over was Xia Ling.

She looked at Jiang Ciyou with a worried look on her face: "Ciyou, are you okay? You don't have to take things on the Internet to heart. Your parents' lives don't represent your life."

It seems comforting, but in fact it confirms the fact that she is the daughter of a murderer.

Jiang Ciyou turned off his phone, raised his head, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were terribly cold.

"Xia Ling, did you do this?"

Xia Ling's expression suddenly turned into one of surprise and hurt.

"Ciyou, what are you talking about? I just found out about this from the news."

Jiang Ciyou's smile deepened, and his eyes became colder: "It's better not you, otherwise, you know my temper."

Xia Ling tried to explain, but Tang Fei had already walked over.

Tang Fei frowned, his face looking serious.

"Xiao Jiang, your family's affairs have nothing to do with you, but this incident has caused such a big stir, and the public's resistance is so severe, I have to consider the impact on the TV station. I'll give the prime-time host position to Xia Ling for now. We'll adjust it after the incident calms down."

Jiang Ciyou smiled faintly, always maintaining his decency and elegance.

"Okay, I'll follow the director's instructions."

Tang Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "You haven't had your annual leave for a long time. I'll give you a week off so you can have a good rest."

Jiang Ciyou left the TV station and went straight back to Green Villa.

The light in Bo Jinxiu's study was on.

Jiang Ciyou went straight to the study.

The man is sitting at his desk.

He had obviously showered and changed into a set of gray pajamas.

He stared at the computer, as if thinking about something, his slender fingers sliding on the mouse, his handsome face expressionless.

Those hands are so beautiful.

This was Jiang Ciyou’s first feeling.

Jiang Ciyou walked in wearing high heels and sat directly on the man's legs.

She leaned over to Bo Jinxiu's ear and sniffed gently: "What shampoo did you use today? It smells so good?"

Bo Jinxiu's arms had naturally encircled Jiang Ciyou.

Looking at the woman in his arms, who was as charming and lazy as a cat, his eyes deepened a little.

"Bad mood?"

From the moment Jiang Ciyou appeared at the door, Bo Jinxiu had already noticed that she was in a bad mood.

Jiang Ciyou raised his head and gently bit his Adam's apple.

"Yeah, so I need some comforting."

In the past, at this point, Bo Jinxiu would have already turned the tables.

But today, he caught Jiang Ciyou's little hand that was reaching into his clothes and making trouble.

"Because of a post on the Internet?"

Jiang Ciyou was a little surprised and chuckled, "The Crown Prince, who is so busy with affairs of state, also has the leisure to surf the Internet?"

Bo Jinxiu put one hand around Jiang Ciyou's slender waist and freed one hand to open the computer on the table.

"I've already found out who posted it, take a look."

Jiang Ciyou was a little surprised and then looked at the computer.

There was a video on the computer. In the video, a woman was wearing a baseball cap and posting in an Internet cafe.

The content of the post was exactly the most searched post.