Chapter 11 What a big and explosive piece of news!
The man was wearing a black handmade suit, with broad shoulders and long legs, cold and three-dimensional facial features, and a noble and intimidating aura. When the two stood together, he was even taller than Zhang Hexing, and his whole body exuded the aura of a business elite.
"elder brother?"
Zhang Hexing was stunned and blurted out: "Why are you here?"
"Surprise." Jing Zhuo uttered a word.
Although he said this, his expression was calm without a trace of joy.
He grabbed the microphone and spoke fluently to the audience: "Thank you all for your love for Zhang Hexing. As his boss, I've specially brought him a surprise today. I wish him great success in his career and great achievements."
The whole audience was shocked.
The whole audience was silent.
The Bagua rises slowly.
It’s over, Barbie Q is gone, their brother is being kept by someone?
The sponsor was so jealous that he even chased her onto the stage! ?
What an explosive melon!
The flash lights continued, and under the sharp eyes of the audience, they watched the tall and majestic sponsor pinching the wrist of the exquisite and beautiful male star, reluctant to let go and lingering in love.
The two of them exchanged glances, as if no one was around.
Song Xi was also shocked by this scene.
She looked at the man in front of her, her pupils dilating tenfold.
This, this, this...isn't this her cheap husband?
Is he Zhang Hexing's financial backer?
Is Zhang Hexing his kept canary?
Then who is she?
Is it part of their play?
Song Xi brainstormed the truth of the whole story in just a few seconds!
No wonder this man wanted to marry her so quickly, no wonder he was so generous to her, no wonder he looked tall, cold and handsome, why would he let her be his husband.
It turns out he is gay.
The purpose of finding her is to make her a lesbian wife!
Not only was she deceived by the gay, but she also encountered this famous death scene.
Zhang Hexing was even more flustered than her. He grabbed the microphone and began to speak: "Don't get me wrong, this is my brother, my dear brother. Thank you for your speech!"
The audience was in chaos.
The live broadcast barrage was also going crazy.
[I understand. This is socialist brotherhood!]
[It's said that Zhang Hexing only has a sister, so where does he get a brother? It's true that he has a big money sponsor behind him.]
[Wow, my baby has been ruined, damn capitalists!]
[Don't believe everything you hear, okay? I already said it was my brother. Maybe he's innocent. Spreading rumors will kill your whole family!]
[Girls, haven't you read the domineering CEO novel? That was a wife-chasing crematorium just now. The sponsor was so jealous that he went on stage to compete with the fans for her. Can't you see it? Look at the ambiguous look in their eyes!]
I feel bad for that young lady. I feel so embarrassed for her. If I were her, I would just want to bang my head against something and die.
In the chaos, Song Xi didn't care about anything and just ran away.
When I returned to the stage, I found that Zhang Hening was gone.
Good job.
I'm no longer a fan, I ran faster than her! ?
Song Xi couldn't stay any longer and slipped out of the theater with his camera on his back.
As she walked out of the building, a black Bentley stopped in front of her and a young driver in a suit and tie walked over.
"Madam, Mr. Jing invites you to get in the car."
It's over.
It's time to settle the score.
Song Xi swallowed, thinking that this matter must be resolved immediately, so he got in the car.
As early spring approached, the air conditioner was turned on in the carriage, making it warm and with a familiar smell of cedar.
There was no one in the carriage, it was empty.
Mr. Jing himself is apparently still promoting 'Canary' in the theater.
Song Xi felt very uncomfortable. After waiting for about ten minutes, the car door was opened and a tall man sat in. The space in the car suddenly became much more cramped.
He leaned back in his chair, tugged at his tie, and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a small piece of delicate collarbone.
It seems like he is breathing, but also seems like he is sulking.
Song Xi kept a distance from him and waited for a while. Seeing that he didn't speak, she took the initiative.
"That... Kyo..."
"Jingzhuo." The man replied.
"Oh... Jing Zhuo, let's get a divorce."
Jing Zhuo: “?”
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