Lin Huiqian left the place with the bodyguard carrying Xia Jingyang, and when she was about to walk to the door, she seemed to turn around with some feeling.

On the dance floor, the kraken-like woman exuded her misfortune without hesitation, her slender waist writhing, her arms raised high, and her smile made even her a little dazzling.

She is beautiful, not just floating on the skin, every bit of aura around her is exuding a beautiful aura, she looks at you as if you are all she is, occupying all her sight.

But for her, those amber eyes never existed in anyone.

What exactly does she want to do?

No one knew, including her.

The sound of music still lingered in her ears, accompanied by the shouts of indulgence, Lin Huiqian turned her head and left.

Tonight, the madness on the dance floor continues, until the last moment before dawn, otherwise no one wants to wake up, like a dream-like person, what is a dream?

*

Early the next morning, the lace news wine belonging to Xia Jingyang, president of Xia's Group, quickly occupied the news headlines of major sectors.

#惊! President Xia went in and out of the bar with a mysterious woman, and behaved intimately! #

#夏氏总裁和他的小情人不得不说的秘密! #

The popularity of this news even suppressed other scandals in an instant, giving others a chance to breathe in disguise, but Xia Jingyang, who was the person concerned, was directly blocked in the largest hotel in the city.

Disheveled, although there are no obvious traces of ambiguity, but the power of the media is powerful, do not underestimate the imagination of every copywriter.

Just with a blurry photo, you can already write 5,000 words of love and hate.

When Xia Jingyang got up from the hotel bed in a daze, and faced so many paparazzi outside the door, his brain was in a state of death in an instant.

"Mr. Xia, Mr. Xia, did you really spend the night with a mysterious woman last night?"

"Is she your bag's lover? Is there a shady deal between you? ”

.......

All the questions were overwhelmingly pressed towards Xia Jingyang, and the microphone of the interview was even poked in Xia Jingyang's face at one point, and the headache caused by the hangover and the sullenness when he just got up broke out almost instantly.

The microphone in the hand of the paparazzi, who had been chasing after him, was directly thrown to the ground by Xia Jingyang, and even the machine with photography was smashed to the ground at night.

Pointing at the person, he began to threaten, "I warn you not to scribble, do you hear it!" ”

The angry tone and angry gaze also made the paparazzi who bore the brunt of the attack stunned in place, opening their mouths and not knowing what to say, while the people around them seized the opportunity to start capturing.

About two seconds later, Xia Jingyang was just about to raise his feet and leave, and the paparazzi who was still standing in front of him immediately fell to the ground, grabbed Xia Jingyang's trouser legs and began to cry, "Oh, President Xia's beat someone, no, can't get up, come and help!" ”

The green tendons on his forehead are beating, and the hand holding the blazer is tightly pulled, trying to pull out his hugged legs, but who knows it's useless.

Other people seemed to have reacted that this was another big explosion, and they couldn't wait for the camera in their hands to slap Xia Jingyang's face, and the flashes lit up one after another.