The next day, He Jing woke up from her sleep.

She opened her eyes dimly, only to feel a splitting headache, and only scattered fragments remained in her mind.

She remembered that she was drinking at night with Wu Hang, the chief entertainer of "Southern Entertainment", last night, but after drinking, she was not in a good state, and she was drunk with half a glass of wine, and then she ...... Unconscious.

Wait, so that's going to say-

She looked around in a panic and found that this place was like a hotel private room!

God, what the hell happened to me last night!

She lifted the quilt, and the shocking blood red between her legs made her completely dumbfounded...... What is this? Could it be that I was ...... last night?

This can't be, who did this! Which bastard did it!

He Jing is simply worse than death! The first time she has always regarded as a treasure, the first time she planned to dedicate to Qing Lang, was actually ruined by someone at will!

Her first reaction was not to find out who had killed her, but to be so ashamed that she wanted to jump off the building! As soon as she jumped out of bed, the sound of walking in the living room of the hotel suite was heard, and then a person pushed the door in.

The room was very dimly lit, and He Jing couldn't see who it was, but felt that he was tall and straight, wearing a peaked cap, covering his otherwise handsome face.

The man sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, wearing sunglasses on his face, and when he saw He Jing's actions, he seemed to be smiling, and asked, "Miss He, is this planning to run to the window and jump off the building?"

He Jing looked at him resentfully: "Who are you? Did you ...... me last night?"

He Jiaming waved his hand: "With all due respect, I'm not interested in you at all, but I think some people should be interested in you, Miss He will know it by looking at it." ”

He threw He Jing a stack of photos, which were scattered on the bed like snowflakes, He Jing picked up one of them, and his eyes turned red after just looking at it, this ...... Is this yourself? What is this?

"Shameless!" she scolded.

He Jiaming sneered: "Doesn't Miss He like this way? Why didn't you say that you were shameless when you uploaded your own photos yourself? I just took photos that the public was looking forward to." ”

"What do you want? hush money?" He Jing calmed down and began to wonder who the person in front of him was, so he asked tentatively.

"Hush money?" He Jiaming sneered as if he had heard a joke, "I'm sorry Miss He, I don't lack money, what I lack is stimulation." ”

"Then what are you going to do with the picture for me?" He Jing asked, "Aren't you trying to blackmail me?"

"Of course not, I want you to publicly clarify on your own Weibo that nothing has happened between you and Situ Qinglang, and then pick out the two that you think are the most lewd and from these photos and post them. ”

"I can't do it. He Jing bit her lower lip, "Unless you let me die." ”

He Jiaming smiled: "I knew you would say that, so from the beginning, I didn't expect you to do it." ”

He Jing frowned: "What do you mean by this?

"It's not already, but it's going to be, you and I can send it anyone, if you send it yourself, you can also consider the wording, if it's me to send it, don't hope that you will end up well. He Jiaming pushed her sunglasses, took out her mobile phone like a trick, and shook it in her hand.

He Jing's pretty face turned white in an instant, she pounced and wanted to grab the phone, but was pushed away by He Jiaming and fell back on the bed.

"Remember to encrypt when using your iPhone, otherwise your phone will look like this-" He opened Weibo, and a "ding" prompt sound came from the message push - Weibo has been sent.

He Jing screamed, and she cursed loudly: "Damn, what the hell did you send out!"

"I sent it, you wanted to send it yesterday but didn't have the chance to send it. He Jiaming threw the phone back to her, cocked Erlang's legs, and stared at her reaction leisurely.

Blood poured up, He Jing picked up the phone with trembling hands, and saw the latest sending status on his Weibo:

"I was very tired last night, and sometimes I feel that being a star is also very hard. ”

The accompanying images were two of those photographs - one of her kneeling in front of a strange man offering some kind of service, and the other of her looming legs and the shocking blood between them.

He Jing instantly felt that she was going crazy, and she was completely devastated! How could this be! How could this be! Why did things develop like this!

She suddenly got up and ran to the window, He Jiaming was not nervous at all, he sat there like a rock, He Jing opened the curtains and saw the window with an anti-theft net-

Why can't you die!...... How could you be so cruel to her! She didn't even have face, what was the point of living!

She came back to her senses suddenly, threw herself back on the bed and grabbed her mobile phone to delete the sending record, He Jiaming said coldly: "It's useless, do you know how many people have screenshotted your words now?"

He Jing stared at him and asked, "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me!"

He Jiaming stood up, stretched lazily, and smiled: "Don't you want to be famous? Just help you, you don't need to know who I am, if you have to investigate, just call me Lei Feng." ”

"You bastard!" He Jing pounced again, and He Jiaming stopped her lightly and smashed her back to the bed.

"Miss He, if you don't put on your clothes again, I'm afraid even I will miss you. He Jiaming opened the door and walked out.

He Jing was completely stupid, she slumped on the bed, she didn't dare to think about the consequences of this report, in just a few minutes, the mobile phone prompt sound kept ringing again and again, obviously someone was commenting and reposting her Weibo news just now......

She finally broke down, deleted the Weibo post fiercely, and then slammed her phone on the floor, and the screen fell apart in an instant.

He Jiaming got out of the guest room, took the elevator into the underground garage, and then got into his Porsche.

Wu Hang, who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, asked, "How is she?"

"It's crazy. He Jiaming took off his sunglasses, "That stupid woman, she can't hear my voice, she deserves to be planted." ”

"Do as you say? My men are ready. Wu Hang continued to ask.

"Of course, hard work Mr. Wu. He Jiaming lit a fine cigar, poured two glasses of red wine, and handed Wu Hang a glass: "Celebrate the happy cooperation." ”

Wu Hang took the wine glass, He Jiaming stared at him with a smile, and he asked unnaturally, "What kind of eyes are you?"

"Mr. Wu drank first. He Jiaming shook the wine glass, sniffed under the tip of his nose again, shrugged his shoulders, and spilled the red wine out of the window.

Wu Hang completely convinced He Jiaming, he no longer dared to fight any sideways ideas, and today he was planted in He Jiaming's hands, and he really admitted it.

He called his subordinates, and everything went according to the established plan, so at 8:10 in the morning, a piece of exciting news instantly made headlines on the front pages of various networks and print media - shocking the insiders of reporters and celebrities in the entertainment industry, and made headlines overnight.

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