At nine o'clock, song Jing, Xie Dang's agent, came to pick her up. He asked for a car and drove song Jing away. Song Jing's husband was on a business trip. No one at home looked at his children. Before he left, he was really uneasy. He always felt that Xie Dang, the little ancestor, was in trouble.

When talking about ink, no one answered. When the police called home, the servant answered. He said that Mr. and Mrs. had slept. Shi Jin had the bail procedure. When talking about ink, he joked that her father and stepmother didn't remember her very much. Of course, except for the day of inspection.

Jiang Jiusheng lives in the Silver Bay of Yujing. The peace talks ink is not on the way. It's not early. She can't rest assured that she will go back alone: "Dangdang, you can send the ink."

Without waiting for Xie Dang to make a statement, he quickly waved: "no need, I'll go back myself."

Xie Dang opened the door directly. He was too lazy to talk about things. He ordered: "come up."

Talking about calligraphy, he got into the car wisely. He waved with Jiang Jiusheng, leaned on the window, looked at each other with tears, and was reluctant to part with him. He wished he could have a ten mile send off.

Xie Dang: "..."

Why are there so many plays!

He stepped on the accelerator directly: "close the window, it's frozen to death."

When talking about the calligraphy, I sat right, rolled up the window, fastened my seat belt, and said seriously, "Xie Dang, I will not black you in the future."

Before, as long as Xie Dang tweeted, she would hate it. She also joined Xie Dang's black powder group, which is a responsible and organized black powder.

Thank Dang coldly: "I thank your family."

When it comes to calligraphy, I smile like a jasmine: "I accept your thanks for my family."

This person's thick skin really refreshes Xie Dang's Three Views: "why don't you go to heaven when you are so poor?"

"I just came down," he said

“....”

Ya, mentally retarded.

Xie Dang doesn't want to talk with her. She opens the car music, a light rock song, which is Jiang Jiusheng's song.

Talk about calligraphy, hi, sing along, squint, infatuated.

Not a word in tune!

All the way around the ears, Xie Dang has a bad temper and can't bear it: "can you shut up?"

Talking about calligraphy, he shook his head firmly, very reasonable: "no, my idol's song, I can sing another 100 years."

Xie Dang grabs a handful of hair impatiently: "if you keep singing, you will have a car accident if you don't live to be 100 years old."

Talking about Mo Bao, she continued to enjoy herself. She sang a light rock song, which made the mountain road turn 18. She was full of emotion. When the ending was pulled, she had a high pitch. Xie Dang's eardrum was shocked. The car on the left suddenly changed course. He hit the steering wheel hard, facing the guardrail.

"Bang!"

The song stopped.

Xie Dang rubs his head, looks at the smoky car cover and grinds his teeth. When he meets this man, he never fails.

Talking about the embarrassed and polite smile of ink: "this is really a soul shaking singing!"

“....”

Xie Dang looked at her and said, "shit!"

Talking about calligraphy, looking up at the sky: "look, big dipper seven stars!"

“....”

It's more than nine o'clock to return to Yujing Yinwan. Jiang Jiusheng is washing. When Jin answers the phone from the balcony, Jiang Bomei wakes up and runs to the living room as soon as she sees the figure.

"Six less."

It's Qinzhong.

The balcony didn't turn on the light. The light moonlight fell on Shijin's side face, which was divided into half light and half darkness. At night, his voice fell to the ground with a voice: "have you got anything?"

Six less means to make something that wenshuning can judge for three or five years. If he can't get it, he will make it.

Qin Zhong said: "I received a financial statement of Warner before I came here. There is something wrong with the account on it." Qin Zhong said again, "it's from a strange ID. we can't find the source."

When Jin slightly pondered: "do not check."

It's his brother-in-law.

He only said: "go to wenshuning to negotiate." He only cares about his family's affairs. He is not interested in it. He is not a savior, and naturally will not hold grievances for others.

Qin Zhong replied, "I understand."

Less than half an hour after Jiang Jiusheng came out of the police station, the news that she took the lead in fighting in groups spread widely. This incident involved many artists, who had fallen out on the Internet, especially those of Warner film and television, who had been exposed to the injured photos and put on the victim's posture. At one time, there were a lot of online dis.

"As a public figure, there is no sense of civilization."

"Even a rock singer can't be so tough."

"A woman is a woman. She can't move but pull her hair and fight."

"Hit my goddess, black your life!"

"I always firmly believe that if Jiang Jiusheng hits someone, it must be that person."

"There's no proof of who's right or who's wrong. Don't just beat around here."

"Some people are funny. What is a fight? Can you fight alone? If you can't win, cry and haw. Let's get out of here and hold my husband! ""Mr. Sheng, remember, you are a woman. Let's leave the fight to our little brothers. Give me the address and I'll call you later!"

"I'm just a brain wreck. My husband's fighting is also very handsome."

"Don't run away from the nigger of dis Jiang Jiusheng. The army of Xie Dang's family is coming!"

"This is JingSe's husband's regiment. With a knife, who can force him to try again."

"Net red ink group, let's pee here! Thank God, my baby has finally reached the entertainment circle from the net red circle. "

"Well, there's a warm net here."

"Upstairs brother, you have successfully attracted my attention. Remember to lock the door tonight."

“....”

There are different opinions, not only Jiang Jiusheng, but also JingSe and Xie Dang's microblog. It's estimated that there hasn't been such a big battle in the entertainment circle for hundreds of years, and the microblog server has collapsed directly.

At 9:30, Jiang Jiusheng posted a microblog, which was simple and seven words long.

Jiang Jiusheng V: it's not good to fight. Don't follow me.

There was no apology or explanation. It was very Jiang Jiusheng style. Several people who participated in the group fight also turned around. Anyway, they all had the same attitude and didn't admit their mistakes.

I thought that there must be an inside story dug out because of such a big trouble. However, apart from a few dynamic pictures, there is nothing but a handsome group of fighting postures of Jiang Jiusheng. Besides, nothing can be seen from the truth. Whoever is right or wrong is still a pending case. With the toes want to know, this is the relationship, but who moved the relationship in the end, this does not know, anyway, look at those several fights, which one is out of the big guy.

I express my opinions on the Internet. However, it's not like that. People who like Jiang Jiusheng still like her. People who don't like her don't matter.

However, it was later discovered that the sprays of those black ginger and nine Sheng were all poisoned by computers.

Shit! Miraculous event! There's a hole!

"Bang!"

The water cup smashed on the ground fiercely,

the head of wenshuning was still wrapped with bandages, the fingertips of his mobile phone were pinched white, the corners of his mouth were broken and red as blood. In such a large villa, only one lamp was turned on. The light went far away and fell into her pupils like two flames: "let me know who leaked the information."

On the phone, the man's voice trembled: "it's been checked, it's our computer that has been hacked."

Wenshuning clenched her hand, fingernails across the glass table top, making a harsh sound. She clenched her teeth. For a long time, she squeezed three words out of her throat: "to withdraw the lawsuit."

Qin family's people have already spoken. If they don't withdraw the lawsuit, these statements will appear in the police station tomorrow.

Good he is Shijin!

Hang up. Wenshuling presses another number.

"What's up so late?"

It's wenshuhua.

Wenshuning said coldly as soon as he opened his mouth. He was very angry: "elder sister, take care of your son!"

Wen Shuhua usually doesn't care about things. She is more tolerant than Wen shuning. But when it comes to Jiang Jinyu, she has no good temper: "what do you mean? What happened to Jin Yu? "

Wenshuning sneers: "let you pay attention, raise a white eyed wolf, don't be bitten by a bite and don't know who it is."

"Who are you talking about?"

Wenshuning cut off the phone directly.

They look calm on the surface. Behind the scenes, which one is really self-sufficient. She is ambitious. Wenshuhua is not waiting for the opportunity.

The room was quiet for a long time.

Wenshuning dialed Lin Anzhi's phone, and it took a long time to get through: "let's meet."

She didn't respond to a word.

Wenshuning sneered: "when do you think we can hold off? Lin Anzhi, you can't have both fish and bear paw. Since you're not willing to give up now, don't let me wait. "

Lin Anzhi didn't say a word and hung up.

She broke her cell phone, smashed everything she could, screamed like a madman, shaking with rage.

Yuncheng Wenjia.

The door rang three times. Wen Shuhua pushed in.

"Jin Yu, how do you provoke your aunt -" after a conversation, Wen Shuhua's voice suddenly rose, "what are you doing?"

There are a lot of clothes scattered on the bed. Beside the bed, there is a big suitcase. Jiang Jinyu bows and puts them in one by one. He has a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder. The suitcases are placed neatly. All the objects should be put from small to large.

The young man lowered his head and lashed his eyes. He could not see any emotion. He spoke slowly, almost literally: "pack up."

Wen Shuhua was surprised: "where are you going in the evening?"

He whispered, "Jiangbei."

Wen Shuhua's eyelids jumped, a little anxious: "what are you doing in Jiangbei?" Since Jin Yu recognized Jiang Jiusheng, her condition has improved a lot. She is not so exclusive to contact people as before, but she is an autistic. How can she rest assured that he will go out.

The boy stopped to pack his luggage, and his mouth was slightly raised: "look for my sister."Only when it comes to Jiang Jiusheng, he is always dead in the eyes and will have some anger.

He seems to rely too much on Jiang Jiusheng.

Wen Shuhua's heart is full of five flavors: "I'll be free in a few days and go with you."

Qingyue's voice sank: "I'll go myself."

Wenshuhua didn't want to: "no, let your sister take you."

The boy who lowered his head and lowered his eyes suddenly raised his eyes. A pair of pupils were black and bright, with no temperature at all. He said, "I have only one sister."

Tone, cold as ice.

Jiang Jiusheng and Wen's family have a clear distinction. The former is a person who is concerned about reading, while the latter is not.

Wen Shuhua couldn't help being annoyed: "Jin Yu, what's the matter with you? Wen family is your family, we are your family. " His mind is full of only Jiang Jiusheng's sister!

Jiang Jinyu pressed the corner of his lips and made a straight line. Under the light, the thin outline was cold white: "if I can choose, I only want my sister."

Inside and outside, it's all a refusal.

Wen Shuhua was so angry that he was about to fight.

The young man stood under the light, motionless, with no ups and downs in his eyes. He was like a puppet in the window. He couldn't laugh, get angry, or be afraid.

Wen Shuhua raised his hand and shivered for a long time, but it still couldn't fall down. His red eyes choked: "don't you even want your mother?"

He stooped, lifted the suitcase up, put the bag on his back, and his eyes were blank: "I don't want to be your tool for fighting for property."

Finish saying, he did not hesitate to turn body, carrying big luggage, back straight, a person more and more far away.

Wen Shuhua was stunned to the spot.

Wenshuning, the second miss of wenjiaer, has been in charge of the bank for nearly ten years. She has been immersed in shopping malls and is exquisite in all aspects. Outsiders say that she will take over Mr. Wener's class in the future. However, it seems that she is safe and secure. The largest equity is still in the hands of the old man. Without a will in a day, no one has made a final conclusion about who the owners of the wenjiaer are.

Wenshu has a good wrist and a wide network of people.

And wenshuhua has only one trump card, that is, Jinyu, the only man in the Wens.

The child who is not familiar with the world, the child who always droops his head and lowers his eyes, when did he grow up? A pair of eyes without waves and waves can see through everything.

It's past ten o'clock, but Jiang Jiusheng doesn't feel sleepy at all. She lies on the bed and brushes her micro blog. When Jin finishes washing and rinsing, she puts the towel for her hair on her shoulder, walks over and grabs the tablet in her hand: "can't see, it will hurt her eyes."

Jiang Jiusheng sat up, took a towel and wiped it for him: "many of my micro blog topics on the Internet have disappeared, aren't you?"

If he did, he would seal it all directly, but he would not be so polite.

When Jin Yang head, forehead half wet hair slightly covered eyes, Liu Hai Hang down, the whole people are soft: "it's the child of Wen family."

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