Chapter 296 "Who told you that I have a girlfriend now?"

Liang Zhouheng easily grasped the key point in the other party's words, "What's the inconvenience of making a phone call?"

Song Cun didn't know if he was drunk, but she could feel that he was not as restrained as he was during the day, which made her feel a little oppressed.

Song Cun was a straightforward person. She simply sat up from the bed again and said directly, "You have a girlfriend. I'm afraid that your calling so late at night will cause misunderstandings. If there is anything, you can talk about it in the company during the day."

After she said this, she realized that it sounded even more wrong. She and he shouldn't have any involvement anymore. Even at work, they had nothing in common.

After she finished speaking, she pinched herself hard.

The person on the other side suddenly fell silent. Song Cun pinched the flesh on his thigh hard, wondering if he was overthinking, if what he just said was too unreasonable, and if he was angry.

His voice finally came back on the phone, "Who told you that I have a girlfriend now?"

Song Cunyi blurted out without paying attention: "Don't you have it?"

"No."

He replied crisply and clearly.

This time it was Song Cun's turn to be silent. The video her classmate had taken flashed through her mind again. If they were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, why would he escort Princess Jasmine?

He was clearly doing something a boyfriend would do.

"You haven't told me yet. Where did you hear this? Was it gossip or trending on Weibo?"

He pressed her.

Song Cun wanted to bury herself in the quilt. How could she admit that she was secretly following his news?

"I accidentally saw it on WeChat Moments. My classmate is a die-hard fan of Princess Jasmine. She went to the airport to pick me up last night."

Song Cun grabbed the quilt with one hand and held his cell phone with the other, and sweat broke out on the palms of both hands.

In the private room, another manager on duty knocked on the door and came in to check on the situation. Liang Zhouheng leaned forward, stood up from the sofa, walked to the French window, and asked softly into the phone, "So you're just imagining things by yourself?"

The girl opposite was obviously flustered. "No, I'm not imagining things. Whether you have a girlfriend or not is none of my business, Mr. Liang. I don't mean anything else. I'm just worried about causing misunderstandings."

Liang Zhouheng looked at the figure reflected in the glass opposite him, and said with a slight smile: "Do you want to know the truth?"

There was silence on the phone again. The girl was probably thinking of a suitable reply. He didn't rush her, but waited patiently to hear what she had to say.

"Everyone is curious. If you're willing to talk, I'll just treat it as firsthand gossip. If you're not willing, I won't ask any more questions."

Haha, you’re quite talkative.

Liang Zhouheng chuckled and continued, "Then I'll tell you this secret, but you must promise not to tell anyone."

His tone was particularly gentle, and Song Cun shrank all over, his whole body numb from the top of his head to his toes. Before he could say anything, he heard him say to himself, "Moli just signed a contract with the entertainment company I invested in. The movie she starred in was recently released, and her agent wanted me to help build momentum for the new movie before it was released. Everything you see and hear online is just a show. Entertainment reporters are accustomed to making up stories. Someone even reported that I chased someone to the set and drove her to and from the set for more than half a month, providing her with food and drinks. Most of the entertainment news you see is press releases paid for by the star's team. Do you understand now? If there is anything else you don't understand, I will explain it to you clearly."