Chapter 332: Being kept by a rich sister
Shen Jingmo had fallen asleep in the back seat.
In such a huge city like Kyoto, Song Zhiyuan didn't know where to go.
Seeing the pharmacy in front, Song Zhiyuan pulled the car over, bought some hangover pills, and then used the map to navigate to Houhai.
When I was in college, my friends always wanted to visit Houhai, but due to their busy studies, none of them came to visit.
Following the navigation prompt, Song Zhiyuan drove the car to Houhai Park and found a secluded place to stop.
It was already October, and the temperature in Kyoto was low enough for mosquitoes to come out. Song Zhiyuan opened the car door and handed the hangover pills and a bottle of mineral water to Shen Jingmo, "Jingmo, take the hangover pills first."
As Song Zhiyuan rocked him, Shen Jingmo drowsily opened his eyes and swallowed the sobering medicine.
He fell asleep again.
Song Zhiyuan put his coat on Shen Jingmo and returned to the driver's seat.
Song Zhiyuan called the hotel front desk and put tonight's bill on her account, confirming that Minister Qian left the hotel immediately after she left.
It is not difficult to see from tonight that Minister Qian and his colleagues do not have much intention of cooperation and are still deliberately making things difficult for people.
It's just that they have to open with the Kyoto Produce brand business.
Song Zhiyuan adjusted the position of the seat back, took out a tablet from her bag, and watched Xiao Zhang temporarily organize the information about Minister Qian.
Sometimes, when dealing with partners, you need to know yourself and your opponent.
Minister Qian doesn't have a very good reputation in the circle. If he wants to make things difficult for others and promote cooperation, it may not be an easy task.
Due to time constraints, the data Xiao Zhang compiled is not very complete, only some superficial levels.
Song Zhiyuan looked through it carefully again but didn't find anything useful. He threw the tablet onto the passenger seat and pinched his brows with a headache.
The small park was exceptionally quiet, and soon Song Zhiyuan was dozing off in his seat.
After a good night's sleep, when Shen Jingmo woke up, the sky outside was already turning pale.
Shen Jingmo sat up straight and saw Song Zhiyuan in the front row.
The temperature was low in the early morning, and Song Zhiyuan was frozen so hard that he curled up into a ball.
Shen Jingmo took off the clothes covering himself, took off his coat, and covered Song Zhiyuan with them.
Feeling a slight weight, Song Zhiyuan frowned slightly, adjusted his posture and continued to sleep.
The entire park was silent with only the two of them. Chen Jingmo leaned forward and slowly approached Song Zhiyuan. When he was about to touch Song Zhiyuan's forehead, Chen Jingmo suppressed his inner restlessness and lightly passed his fingers through Song Zhiyuan's hair.
Then she went around to the back of her head and took off the hairpin that was holding her hair up.
Shen Jingmo then picked up the co-pilot tablet, opened it, and saw that Song Zhiyuan had not exited the screen and Minister Qian's data was still displayed.
Shen Jingmo looked at the middle-aged man in the photo and felt that he looked quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
He couldn't help but recall that he had heard Song Zhiyuan mention last night that they came to Kyoto to discuss cooperation, so this person should be Song Zhiyuan's target.
Shen Jingmo put the tablet back to its original place. Seeing that Song Zhiyuan was fast asleep, Shen Jingmo got out of the car quietly and called his agent, "How is the matter being handled?"
"It was your rival who did it. He picked up the cake you didn't want and is trying to frame you. He was the one who set up the trap last night. He then invited the media to film you having dinner with the rich ladies so that they could spread the news that you were being kept."
Chen Jingmo's circle is too clean. Since his debut, neither black fans nor rivals have been able to dig up any negative information about Chen Jingmo. He hasn't even had a rumored girlfriend for all these years, so those rivals have to use some means to deal with Chen Jingmo.
Before Shen Jingmo could say anything, his agent immediately said, "Don't worry, I've already had the news of him sleeping with his fans spread. I guess he's already busy with his own affairs and has no time to mess around with other things."
"By the way, you didn't return to the hotel all night. Where did you go? Do you want me to send someone to pick you up now?" The agent seemed to be concerned about Chen Jingmo's schedule, but in fact he was gossiping about the progress of Chen Jingmo and Song Zhiyuan.
At first, the agent was more worried about Shen Jingmo's fans' attitude towards his sister-in-law.
Although Chen Jingmo does not follow the traffic route, his good looks are here, and many fans are attracted by his looks. Except for some toxic fans, the last hot search was unexpectedly harmonious.
"If you really care about me, you don't have to ask now." Shen Jingmo said and hung up the phone.
Song Zhiyuan was sleeping uncomfortably in the car seat. Her head tilted to the side and hit the car directly. The tingling pain made Song Zhiyuan lose all sleepiness. Song Zhiyuan rubbed her head and sat up. Her eyes turned and happened to meet Shen Jingmo who had just finished a phone call.
Chen Jingmo strode forward, opened the car door, and looked concerned. "Yuanyuan, are you hurt?"
"It's okay." Song Zhiyuan said it was okay, but when he touched his forehead with his fingers, it still hurt.
The place that was touched is now red.
Shen Jingmo came forward to take a look, "It's a bit serious, it might swell up, find some ice to apply first."
"Yuanyuan, let me drive."
Chen Jingmojiu had woken up, and Song Zhiyuan didn't want to drive at all because she was not familiar with the roads here.
Song Zhiyuan walked around to the co-pilot seat.
Shen Jingmo drove the car to a convenience store, then put on a hat and mask, bought a towel, and asked the clerk for some ice cubes.
Back in the car, Shen Jingmo completely wrapped the ice in a towel and gently placed his hand on Song Zhiyuan's red forehead.
The two of them were so close, and Shen Jingmo was still sober, so Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. "I'll do it myself."
Song Zhiyuan reached out to hold the towel, and her white palm fell on the back of Shen Jingmo's hand. Song Zhiyuan couldn't help but shrink back as if she had touched something scary.
"Okay." Chen Jingmo also felt a little inconvenient. When Song Zhiyuan reached out his hand again, Chen Jingmo silently let go of his hand.
There aren't many vehicles on the wide asphalt road right now, only a few can be seen occasionally, but breakfasts with a hint of homely flavor are already filling the streets and alleys. "What do you want to eat, Yuanyuan? I'll go get it."
The car window opened a little, and the aroma of breakfast wafted over.
At the dinner party last night, Song Zhiyuan barely ate any food and was now starving.
"Jingmo has been here for many years. I wonder if he has any delicious recommendations." Song Zhiyuan handed the difficult question of what to eat to Shen Jingmo.
"There are a lot of delicious food on the street ahead. When I first came to Kyoto, I often had breakfast there." Shen Jingmo drove the car into a small alley.
When he first entered the entertainment industry, he didn't have much money, lived in a shared house, and ate street food.
It was still early, and only a few elderly people were coming in and out of the breakfast shop. They were not fans of celebrities, and when they saw Chen Jingmo without a hat, they didn't recognize him at all. They were just surprised that a young man came to buy breakfast so early, so they stopped to look at him and then ate their own food.
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