Chapter 684: she is his
It was just a matter that was thought to be over, but it was exposed on the Internet late that night.
Late-night surfing is a "compulsory course" for contemporary young people.
So the paparazzi pretending to be a waiter, when he went back and edited the video and posted it on his marketing account with a copywriting that attracted people's attention, it directly attracted a wave of attention.
The video is almost the same as the original video, but it was partially edited by the paparazzi and made a mosaic of meaning.
So everyone clicks in to see the scene where Chi Hanjing was protected, as well as the subsequent dialogue.
—If it wasn’t for the acting, then I just want to say it’s well done!
—One thing to say, I am so excited for this sister, the action of protecting the artist is really domineering and feels safe [爱心][爱心]
—me too, in this case, I will really be heartbroken, and then I will directly agree to it with my body
—Why do I feel that these people look a little familiar, they can't be the one I'm chasing... right?
Netizens have always been able to come out in large numbers, and for the sake of topic and popularity, the paparazzi played a mosaic without any sincerity, so other people quickly found out the identity of the protagonist in the video.
—After the comparison, it seems to be Chi Hanjing, and Director Han...
—Chi Hanjing, isn’t that a CG artist?
—No way, how could Director Han do such a thing?
—How can it be impossible, knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing the heart.
—Isn’t the person protecting Chi Hanjing just...
Following the discussions among netizens, the four names Qian Hua, Han Zheng, Murong Qiao and Chi Hanjing were brought into everyone's field of vision and gossip.
Except for Qian Hua who is an investor and does not often appear in the entertainment industry, the remaining three are also public figures.
Needless to say, Chi Hanjing and Han Zheng, Murong Qiao was always favored by variety shows some time ago, and everyone has seen works such as "Fearless", so they are naturally familiar.
—Two days ago, I was working on a new film directed by my friend Amway Han Zheng, and I didn’t expect him to be so big-eyed... Sigh.
—This wave, this wave is the collapse of the house to my own house, lighting a cigarette.jpg
—What should I do if I suddenly have a sudden increase in my affection for Luna? I’m in a hurry. Can I marry this woman as my wife?
—That’s why it’s better to be more realistic about investing in CG artists. If they have boyfriends, wake up
—The boyfriend is still the president of the Huo Group
—Hiss, let’s return to Kangkang artists [tears]
Netizens always deviate in strange directions, but no matter from which comment, it can be seen that they have a good impression of CG.
Especially the part where Murong Qiao stood up to protect Chi Hanjing, which was cut into the heartbeating video by many people that night.
As a result, the next morning, Murong Qiao had just woken up from Huo Yichen's arms. After reaching for the phone, he saw a few updates forwarded to him by Jiang Chi, as well as related explanations.
The twilight of the morning sun tried hard to break through the encirclement of the curtains, making the dimness of the room look much better.
Murong Qiao clicked in and took a look. As his thoughts gradually became clearer, his mind gradually realized what was going on.
Looking at the news of the marketing account, all the comments below are saying good things, and some people even wrote small essays about it, which can be called contemporary literary masters.
There is nothing wrong with it.
The sound of Murong Qiao waking up couldn't help waking up Huo Yichen next to him, but before he opened his eyes, his arms subconsciously wrapped around the slender waist of the person in his arms, and then he pressed into his arms, and buried his face in Murong. Joe's neck.
When he went last night, he saw Murong Qiao waiting for him wearing a shirt, so he couldn't help worrying that the other party would catch a cold, so he stayed.
Anyway, it's not that the two of them haven't slept together, they just haven't taken the last step.
Feeling the scorching breath spraying from his neck, Murong Qiao couldn't help but shrink back, stretching out his hand to gently pull Huo Yichen's face.
"It's itchy." She complained with a smile.
Huo Yichen was unmoved, and even intensified and bit her earlobe lightly, which made Murong Qiao flinch again.
Seeing that he didn't listen to her, Murong Qiao couldn't help but pinch the other's nose, not wanting to make him sleep well.
Huo Yichen, who was short of breath, opened his eyes, and his still sleepy and hazy eyes fell on the cheeks of the person in his arms at this moment, and then seeing that the other person still did not let go, he raised his eyebrows and hugged him even tighter.
With this tightness, some morning reactions were noticed.
Feeling the stone-like heat against her back, Murong Qiao coughed lightly, let go of her hand and twisted her body to get out of the opponent's arms.
"I'm going to wash up!"
As soon as the words fell, Huo Yichen watched Murong Qiao flee into the bathroom as if fleeing, and the fleeing figure looked like a rabbit.
After such a commotion, Huo Yichen simply lost his sleepiness.
He got up from the bed and prepared to clean up, but when he sat up, he saw Murong Qiao's mobile phone which had not been turned off.
Wake up early in the morning, it is a person who is lazy, so the task of breakfast is honored to fall on the delivery staff.
After Murong Qiao came out of the shower and had breakfast with Huo Yichen, he was ready to put on his clothes and go to the company.
But before reaching the door, she was pulled from behind again.
"Did you forget something before going to work?" Huo Yichen lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.
Murong Qiao had no choice but to kiss the corner of his lips.
But this is not what Huo Yichen wants.
So taking advantage of the moment Murong Qiao left, Huo Yichen took the initiative to reach out and grab the back of her head, further deepening the kiss.
Kiss seems to be able to crush many things, such as gentle plunder, or domineering possession, with countless emotions in it.
Murong Qiao closed his eyes obediently, but it even aroused the possessive desire in Huo Yichen's bones.
He couldn't help but think of the comments he saw on Murong Qiao's phone just now.
What do you say to be a wife, and you want Qiao Qiao to marry them...
Huo Yichen's eyes darkened when he thought of those words, and then he kissed harder.
She is his.
He had this thought in his mind all the time, and then he put it into action, pecking kisses on Murong Qiao's cheek, and then to his earlobe.
"Achen... I still have to go to work."
Finally, in such a sticky and humid atmosphere, Murong Qiao couldn't help but open his mouth to take the initiative to break the situation, and at the same time gave himself a little room to breathe.
Huo Yichen didn't say anything this time, he just put on a good look for Murong Qiao, his gaze casually passed behind the person's ear, and he smiled in satisfaction at the marks left by him.
"goodbye."
"goodbye."
This time it was a real goodbye. Murong Qiao went to the company smoothly.
Just as soon as she arrived at the company, she received the baptism of many people's eyes. From entering the company's main entrance to taking the elevator, and then on the way to the office, she was seen almost everywhere she went.
Murong Qiao didn't know that the employees also rushed into the waves after work, knowing their "heroic deeds".
In addition, after Chi Hanjing went back last night and told his experience with other people in the dormitory, now the artists almost look at the boss with a filter of a super invincible good boss.
So this morning, Murong Qiao was treated with the highest courtesy.
When she finally returned to her office and got rid of those admiring gazes, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Boss." Jiang Chi, who was waiting here, suddenly called out, almost startling Murong Qiao.
She just came in patronizingly, and didn't pay attention to whether there was anyone in the office.