As soon as Jiang Mian pressed her cold, thin lips against his, the phone rang at an inappropriate time.

She was stunned, and the little courage she had just gained was exhausted. She recognized that it was the ringtone of Ji Zhixiu's phone, and said softly, "You answer it first."

Ji Zhixiu lowered his eyes and said nothing, staring at her head.

Jiang Mian felt a little weak for no reason. She always felt that she had been seen through. Why were you looking at her? It's not her phone number.

Seeing that Ji Zhixiu didn't respond, Jiang Mian raised his face and urged confidently, “Hurry up and pick it up!"

Ji Zhixiu took out the phone with an expressionless face and called out, “Mom."

He didn't know what was said on the other end. Jiang Mian took a careful look at his face and couldn't guess.

She curled her lips, lowered her eyelashes, grabbed Ji Zhixiu's other hand and played with it.

The man's palms are broad, the knuckles of his fingers are clear, and the blood vessels on the back of his hands are clear. Jiang Mian could tell at a glance that this man was cold and white-skinned. It's white enough to make people jealous.

She stretched out her hand and compared it with the man, only to realize that Ji Zhixiu's palm was much bigger than hers. It can completely wrap her palm in it.

Jiang Mian was very interested in taking his pulse. Recently, she briefly learned how to feel his pulse with an old Chinese medicine practitioner on the set. Now her hands were a little itchy, so she used him to practice.

The man's pulse was beating strongly. Jiang Mian listened for a long time and couldn't hear anything else.

She sank down in frustration, pursed her lips and raised her eyes to meet the man's gaze unexpectedly. At some point, Ji Zhixiu had hung up the phone.

And she was immersed in it, only to realize it now.

Jiang Mian was embarrassed, "What are you looking at me for?"

Ji Zhixiu stared at her with a pair of dark eyes. He simply loved her various little expressions. He said calmly in his heart, “Did you find anything?"

He actually saw it. Jiang Mian loosened his hand and was about to take it back. The next second, he was tightly held by the man and couldn't break free, “No, no."

How could she see anything? She was even half-assed.

"A heart rate of less than 60 per minute is called bradycardia, and a heart rate of more than 100 per minute is tachycardia. When I am with you, my heart rate will never be less than 100." His tone was low and serious, one word at a time. It hit Jiang Mian's heart.

Jiang Mian's heartbeat was beating like a drum, her face turned crimson, and she suddenly felt that the place he was holding was hot.

The man's deep voice sounded again, "I'm done making the call, let's continue."

"Continue with what?" She looked confused.

"Unfinished business."

Ji Zhixiu stared at her, his eyes as dark as a wolf, his brows slightly raised, and his body leaned forward, his intention obvious.

Jiang Mian wanted to laugh a little, but he didn't expect him to still remember it.

The next second, a small hand hooked on his shoulder, touching the tip of his nose. The faint smell of cedar from the man's body penetrated his nose, and it was refreshing.

Jiang Mian kissed his thin lips and inserted her smooth tongue into them.

There was a hint of amusement in the man's eyes, wanting to see what the little girl could do.

Jiang Mian fumbled for a long time but didn't get a response. She was a little unhappy and wanted to quit.

Ji Zhixiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he only had this little patience?

The next second, his arms around his soft waist tightened inch by inch, and Jiang Mian's delicate body was forced to stick close to her. Ji Zhixiu grabbed the back of her head with his big palm, skillfully pried open her teeth, and drove straight in to do whatever he wanted.

I wanted to give it a try, but I became more and more tempted to stop.

When you're with a little girl, you always have zero self-control.

Ji Zhixiu didn't let go of her until the last trace of air was squeezed out of her chest.

Staring at her beautiful face, which was flushed with emotion but became more and more thrilling, the man's voice was slightly hoarse with lust, “Here here, or go back to the room?"

Jiang Mian's chest was rising and falling, and the corners of his eyes were charming, but there was still a trace of reason left, "Go back to the room!"

Ji Zhixiu's Adam's apple rolled silently, and his lower abdomen tightened. He held her buttocks firmly on the table with his big hands, and kissed her lips again, "It's too late."

His fingertips penetrated from the bottom of the clothes to the back, and the smooth and smooth skin was like fine brocade.

Ji Zhixiu frowned and his voice was hoarse, "Why are there no buttons?"

Jiang Mian's breath was messy, and the insecurity in this position made her instinctively grab Ji Zhixiu's arm. Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing.

"where?"

Jiang Mian could hear his impatience and could almost predict what would happen next. The huge sense of shame made her cover her eyes with her hands, and her voice was both charming and sexy, "Idiot...it's the front button..."

...

Jiang Mian personally understood the meaning of the saying that a short separation is better than a new marriage.

Ji Zhixiu was not polite at all after not seeing each other for nearly three months.

From downstairs to downstairs, Jiang Mian's cooperation from the beginning to his pleading could not make the man soften his heart.

Until Jiang Mian couldn't help but lost his temper, "Ji Zhixiu! If you come back again, we'll sleep separately!"

She had no strength at all. Always say the last time, the last time! This man is a big liar!

Ji Zhixiu sighed, knowing not to push the little girl too hard. He gently brushed away the broken hair from her forehead, "Then I will carry you to take a bath?"

Jiang Mian said nothing.

Ji Zhixiu took another look and found that the little girl had fallen asleep.

When Jiang Mian woke up again, he had already changed into a set of pajamas.

Feeling refreshed all over, she tried to move her legs, and then took a breath of air.

This feeling of being beaten all over the body is extremely sour. Jiang Mian covered her forehead and couldn't help but cursed the man in a low voice.

"Asshole! Beast!"

The bedside phone rang, Jiang Mian turned around and touched the phone.

What was displayed on the phone screen was Li Zhuyi.

She answered the phone and said, "Zhuyi."

“Sister, have you seen the hot searches on Weibo?”

Jiang Mian instinctively had a bad feeling, "What's wrong?"

"You were on the hot search, and I just saw it. Sister Ning checked and said that marketing accounts started sending messages one after another at one or two o'clock at night. No one paid attention to it at first. It wasn't until this morning that it became more and more intense that I discovered it. But you Don't worry, Sister Ning said she has arranged for someone to take care of this matter. Let me tell you." She quickly explained the situation clearly.

Jiang Mian said calmly, "I'll take a look first and contact you later."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, she clicked on Weibo.

Entries about her have been highly searched on Weibo.

#Strong actor Jiang Mian is actually a resource person#

#小花cultured by Jiangmian Capitalist#

#江曰困crumble#

Jiang Mian clicked on any topic, and there was a long article on the pinned blog post.

A detailed list of the TV series Jiang Mian has appeared in since his debut, and various analyzes of why he was able to star with actor Song Xingjia.

Jiang Mian glanced at it twice and couldn't help but laughed angrily.

What seems to be a well-founded analysis is actually all malicious speculation and slander. There is absolutely no real evidence, and you dare to say it just from one mouth.

Jiang Mian did not read the comment section. Some netizens have always believed that the wind is the rain, knowing that what they say will not be pleasant to the ears. There is no need to make yourself unhappy.

She scrolled through Weibo, and the next second, the company's latest statement came into view.

"Our company severely condemns this behavior of smearing Ms. Jiang Mian and reserves the right to pursue legal responsibility."

The official seal is stamped below.

Soon, the company forwarded another Weibo post.

Jiang Mian's eyebrows moved slightly. The user ID of this Weibo post was Master Ye. She clicked on this Weibo to view her personal information.

The certification was the president of Fanhua Company. Jiang Mian pursed her lips. Fanhua was the name of her agency.

If I guessed correctly, this must be Yeyi's account.

It seems that it has just been opened not long ago, and even the number of fans is still in single digits.

The only original Weibo post is the one I just posted.

Lord Ye: [The person who bullies me? 】

This speech, which is full of the atmosphere of a middle school student, is inexplicably funny.

now.

In the office.

Ye Yi turned his pen and looked at Ye San, "Have you given all the instructions I asked you to arrange?"

Yesan nodded, "We have asked the department to investigate, and we have also taken screenshots to collect evidence. Even if they delete it, we can still sue."

Yeyi nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad. By the way, how can I gain more fans?"

He has so few Weibo followers, so even if he wants to say something to help Mianmian, he has little influence.

Ye San was silent for a long time, "Buy fans."

"?Who wants zombie fans? Okay, you don't know, so just get out." Ye Yi's disgust was palpable, "By the way, let Sister Ning come in."

"yes."

Soon, Sister Ning walked into the office and said, "Nightclub."

Yeyi waved to her, "Sit down, do you have anything to say about this matter?"

Sister Ning sat down. She was experienced and almost certain that someone was targeting Jiang Mian.

She thought so, so she said so.

Nightwing thought thoughtfully, "It's pretty much what I thought."

"But I will check who this person is first. My question now is, how can I get more followers on Weibo?"

He stared at Sister Ning with a pair of dark eyes, eager to know.

Sister Ning was startled. It is said that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul.

The nightclub's eyes were the cleanest and clearest she had ever seen, with the innocence of a child. Just looking at his eyes, you can't imagine that he is a company president.

It is even more unimaginable how the man in front of me scolded the manager of the planning department with his careless words yesterday, making him want to die of shame and anger.

It's hard to say no when faced with such eyes.

Sister Ning thought for a while, "Nightclub, you are good-looking, why not sacrifice your looks."

"?What's the meaning?"

"That's it, post a few photos. Let's buy a hot search and push it, and use your appearance to make you famous. This one will gain followers the fastest." Sister Ning said.

Yeyi touched his chin, wasn't this what a good-looking blogger meant, but he didn't want to show his face.

Seeing him thinking, Sister Ning continued, “I can't think of anything else but this. This is a world where faces are judged. This is the simplest and most effective method."

After all these years, no one would be able to recognize him, right?

Nightwing fell into deep thought. After all, he was only five years old when he left...

He slapped the table and said, "Okay. Arrange people to do it now. I will increase my followers by 200,000 tonight. Isn't that too much?"

He not only wants to gain 200,000 followers, but also 200,000 active followers.

Sister Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I can't guarantee it, nightclub."

“Has the hot search been removed?”

"Withdrawal," Sister Ning said, blaming herself, "I was careless. I should have thought that Mianmian would be different after "High School Class Three". There will definitely be many people staring at her jealously."

This is really unpopular.

Nightwing sneered, "Needless to say, Luo Shi must have done it."

Anyway, no matter what the blame is, just blame it.