novelraw Chapter 10 Song Jing Your free time is over
Chapter 10 Song Jing Your free time is over
Ji Fan's hot search has been on the Internet for a whole night, no matter what the team uses, it seems that they can't get rid of the hot search at all. Zheng Guolin's face is extremely pale when he sees the comments below, and his heart is full of fear , He used so many methods, but he couldn't get rid of the trending search, which only means that they can't afford to mess with the top trending people.
Ji Fan no longer had the strong make-up in the guild hall and was calm, his handsome face began to have a distorted expression, but there was still deep fear;
"Who is it? Song Jing? Qin Mo?"
Zheng Guolin has given up on withdrawing trending searches;
"It shouldn't be Song Jing. He has no reason to put himself on top. It's the one from the Qin family. If it's really him..."
Qin Mo almost didn't need to think about why Ji Fan was because of Song Jing. Maybe no one knew what his feelings for Song Jing were, but Ji Fan had already stepped on the thunder.
Wu Run was off work the next day, but he still stayed in the hospital because he was concerned about Qin Mo’s situation. He almost stared at Weibo without doing anything else. In other words, the entry of #江凡或将参演出新剧追光路# is another big hit on the top of the hot search headlines.
Song Jing saw this headline when she woke up in the morning, and Liu Zhi also came over;
"Boss Song, Boss Qin probably got hold of Ji Fan's scandal."
"Holding up first and then falling down is Qin Mo's style."
Sure enough, this news only hung up all morning, and in the afternoon, the indecent photos of Ji Fan and the previous director spread wildly on the Internet. At the same time, Song Jing's phone rang, and Song Jing held on to the familiar number. I closed my eyes for a while when I got on the phone, and when I opened it again, my eyes were already peaceful. The phone was picked up, and the tone of my speech was the same as before;
"Is Mr. Qin not busy lately? A small person like Ji Fan can get your shot?"
Qin Mo leaned on the rug by the window, looking at the leaves that had started to fall outside the window;
"It's just helping you clean up, no need to thank you."
There were bursts of ironic laughter from the phone;
"Qin Mo, is this interesting to you? You don't mind wasting your time on me."
I don't know if this sentence is mocking Qin Mo or himself, just because of this similar face?It's not that he hasn't checked the person in the photo, but there has never been any result. He has also wondered whether the person in the photo who is [-]% similar to him may be him, but this guess is even more fruitless. He is sure that he He had never seen Qin Mo before, and the teenager in the photo only looked like he was in his teens. He didn't believe that Qin Mo would accidentally see him in his teens, and he would fall in love with him. He didn't have such a big face.
"Song Jing, everyone who lied to me has paid the price, and you are no exception. I will give you another week of freedom."
The phone was hung up, Wu Run raised his head, he knew that Qin Mo was going to make a move, and sure enough, the man turned his head the next moment and ordered;
"You sort out all the cases and related documents, and give them to me within a week."
The Song family is indeed not what it used to be in Song Jing's hands. He is well aware of Qin Mo's methods. He is watching the company's latest projects almost without leaking. However, no matter how well the Song family develops, it is still not a tree. The deep-rooted Qin family is a big opponent, but this time he will not compromise again, even if it is head-to-head, he will settle with Qin Mo head-on, and such days should be over.
After eight o'clock in the honor box, Song Jing was wearing a dark red shirt and was sitting on the sofa in the middle. A light gold watch on her wrist turned into a different kind of light under the light. It's started. It's dinner in the afternoon. Now that I'm full, I'm sitting in a private box to start discussing cooperation. This seesaw didn't end until after nine o'clock. Song Jing stood up and stretched out her hand, with a just right smile on her face ;
"Mr. Zhou, happy cooperation."
"Mr. Song, it's a happy cooperation. I will submit the cooperation case tomorrow."
Song Jing sent the other party away, pulled the tie with his hand and breathed a sigh of relief, the cooperation of the Zhou family in Lincheng was finalized, and it was regarded as another insurance. When he turned around and wanted to go back to the box to get the clothes, his eyes caught a glimpse of him on the glass. There was something wrong with the person at the corner. He turned and entered the room, but immediately went out through another door in the box, walked quickly through a long corridor, and turned on his mobile phone to order;
"Liu Zhi, you are driving my car and go out through the main gate, let Xiaomeng drive another one, and you go in the opposite direction."
"Yes."
Two Continental cars drove out at the door of the Zunjue at the same time, and a young man looked at the driver;
"Song Jing is in that car?"
"Chase separately."
He just gave an order through the earphone, and a somewhat lazy but decisive voice came through the earphone;
"No need to chase, let someone go to the back door."
A Phantom was parked at the back of the car, and a person in a light gray shirt sat in the back seat, with a cashmere blanket of the same color under his waist and abdomen, his elbow resting on the armrest on one side, and his forehead was raised with his hand , lightly raised his eyelids and glanced at the entrance of the clubhouse, a slightly cool arc was drawn on his lips, his posture was casual and lazy, and he tapped the handrail with his finger to speak to the person in front;
"Let's go to the back door too."
The car slid slowly, and Song Jing directly went down from the elevator to the lower floor of the Monarch. When he came here for dinner, he would ask people to prepare another car downstairs. He didn't want to use it now. The car just came out of the basement. A car quickly crossed in front of him, Song Jing's eyes were cold, he hit the accelerator directly, the car slid through the gap at a very tricky angle, but there was already a circle around the car outside. car.
When he saw the Phantom outside the circle of cars, he sneered and slapped his hands on the steering wheel. The car in front of the Phantom got off two people who looked like security personnel, and they stood respectfully at Song Jing. On the side of the car, slightly stretched out his hand and bowed;
"President Song, please get out of the car."
Song Jing slowly rolled up her sleeves, pushed open the car door, looked into the car opposite, raised her eyebrows slightly, then looked back at the two people in front of her, turning her head slightly;
"If you want me and you to try."
He moved swiftly and decisively to attack the two people on the opposite side, and the other party did not panic in response. After a while, Song Jing caught a flaw of the young man on the side, twisted his hands sideways, and took off his hand neatly. Arms, this kind of skill is by no means a fancy dress trained in the gym. Song Jing's shirt outlines tight muscle lines. He is slightly arched and leaning forward, which is a typical state of alert. Every shot The position and strength have been calculated precisely, neatly without any hesitation, and without any useless effort. The person opposite obviously did not expect Song Jing to have such a skill, and was slightly taken aback.
The people in the two cars on the side also came down one by one, there was no shouting under the dim street lights, only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, Song Jing had already signaled to go out when he came out, and he did not move Sensually moving towards the corner of the street.
The movement of the people in the car holding their foreheads has not changed, but the eyes looking at the movement in front of them are a little more qualitative;
"Go together."
The actions of the three people opposite Song Jing changed;
"President Song, I'm sorry."
When the three came together, even Song Jing was exhausted. In the gap, he raised his hand and scratched the dial on his wrist. The mechanism moved slightly, and the dial fell off from the watch, and a sharp thin knife popped out from the edge. In Song Jing's hand, the delicate knife fell off like a whirlwind, and it didn't hurt the opponent's vitals, but it was able to force the opponent back.
The people in the car narrowed their eyes slightly, and gave instructions to the co-pilot;
"You go."
There was a man in a coffee-colored jacket sitting in the co-pilot. He was tall and looked like a mixed race. He didn't hold any weapons. When he walked over step by step, the movements of the three of them stopped. Song Jing had seen him This person, but he never knew his name, and he seemed to seldom appear by Qin Mo's side, this person stood idly in front of him;
"You can go if you win me."
He has a very special temperament, and he has an invisible sense of power without saying anything. When he met Song Jing, he didn't have any superfluous movements, but he could use one movement to the extreme. Song Jing's arm matched him. He felt sore and numb immediately after the impact. He seemed to be able to predict Song Jing's movements. When Song Jing stabbed from below, he clasped his wrist precisely, and a clever effort relieved the strength of his wrist. fell to the ground.
He pulled out a piece of plastic from his sleeve and tied Song Jing's hands together. Song Jing suddenly smiled and leaned directly against the side of the car. A little wet, although he was embarrassed, but there was no panic on his face, a drop of sweat dripped down his jawline, and he tilted his head slightly;
"what's your name?"
The person in front of him didn't have any complacent look on his face, as if he deserved to win, he lowered his head and picked up the knife on the ground;
"Zhuang Lin, very delicate."
He seemed to be in his early twenties, so he lowered his head and studied the knife;
"Very delicate."
"Award."
"Boss Qin is waiting for you, let's go."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back, raised his hand and opened the car door. There was someone in the car he hadn't seen in January. Qin Mo raised his eyes, and there was a bit of a smile in his eyes, as if he was satisfied with Song Jing's current appearance, slender Tapping the position of the armrest with his fingers, he made a polite sound;
"Get in the car, are you still struggling?"
Song Jing closed her eyes slightly, and finally sat in the car. After a month, the two of them sat in their previous seats again. Now that they had lost, Song Jing's posture was very magnanimous, with her slender legs crossed and her body covered. He didn't see any embarrassment at all, but instead made a sound like a joke;
"Unexpectedly, Mr. Qin has changed his methods now. Such a bandit method really doesn't suit you."
Qin Mo didn't care, but turned his head to the side, but his voice cooled down, making a sound like an announcement;
"If it's not a bandit, it may not be able to catch you. Song Jing, your free time is over."