For Jing Zeheng, fifteen minutes is enough for him to judge whether a ten-figure business is worth doing, but it is not enough for him to guess why the child is angry.

Shen Fanyin didn't wait for him obediently in the exhibition, and the location sent to him by Cao Guan was on the fountain square near the exhibition.

The imperial city is northern, and it is cloudy today, and it will not be hot outside, and the bursts of water vapor volatilized by the fountain make it more refreshing here. Nearby are castle-like buildings, not far away are wandering artists playing guitars, children chasing colorful bubbles, painters painting on the street, and couples kissing.

There was still some distance from Shen Fanyin, and Jing Zeheng saw her at a glance.

She sat on a bench with a bag of pigeon food in her hand, and slowly fed the pigeons in the square.

Her balls are still well-behaved, and her bangs are softly placed on her forehead, slightly curled into a good-looking arc. Maybe it's because she's walked a lot, and the edges of her little white shoes are a little dirty. There is too little fabric for denim hot pants, and the thin and long legs are casually overlapped, and they are dazzlingly white.

There was no expression on her face, no joy or anger, only her eyes were quietly lowered, quiet and indifferent, independent of the surrounding bustle.

However, at a distance of about ten steps, Jing Zeheng noticed many malicious eyes.

He walked straight up to her, his footsteps disturbing the pigeons, and Hulala flew up, leaving a white glow in his wake.

Shen Fanyin frowned and raised her eyes to look at him.

The corners of Jing Zeheng's mouth were smiling, and before he could hand her the milk tea in his hand, he saw the child's indifferent expression gradually crack.

"Jing! Marsh! Heng!"

She puffed up her little face, and the anger in her eyes was unhidden, and all of them attacked him.

Jing Zeheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Calling the Daimyo?

He was still thinking about how he had provoked her, when he saw that she threw all the pigeon food in her hand to the ground, and stood up at once.

Crossing her waist, she asked in the most ferocious tone, "Why do you give others the illusion that you and I are in love? You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

No matter how angry her naturally delicate voice is, she can't hold out the cold and terrifying tone, especially since she is a head shorter than Jing Zeheng, and she asks with her head up, just from the momentum.

Jing Zeheng looked at her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth still didn't fall.

The milk is fierce, the milk is fierce, so cute.

I want to take it home and hide it.

Seeing that Jing Zeheng was not the slightest bit afraid or weak-hearted, Shen Fanyin became even more angry.

Grandma is right, the old man's heart is a lot!

Shen Fanyin took several deep breaths repeatedly, and after barely calming down, she blinked her eyes slightly, and her eyes unconsciously revealed a touch of disappointment that she had not even noticed.

"After the matter here is over, I will transfer the house of Shengjing to you, I will pay the money for the two property name changes, and I will take my grandmother to move out when I go back, you can calculate the cost of decoration and the rent of these months, as well as Brother Cao's salary and the gift you gave me."

She didn't get angry anymore, and her voice calmed down. But her heart was sullen, and she couldn't tell what it tasted like.

As if he just wanted to inform him, Shen Fanyin picked up the bag after speaking, turned around and was about to leave.

Before she could take a step, her wrist was grabbed by Jing Zeheng.

His big hands were as warm and powerful as ever, gripping her wrists like iron hoops.

"Sanskrit, even a condemned prisoner should have a chance to defend himself, right?" He finally couldn't laugh anymore, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, even if you want to part ways, you have to let me die, don't you?"

Shen Fanyin wanted to shake off his hand, but the disparity in strength was so great that she couldn't struggle.

She simply stopped struggling, flipped out her phone with her empty other hand, and took out the Weibo screenshot that Duan Qianxin had sent to her and handed it to him.

The tip of her nose was a little sour, and the tails of her eyes were slightly red: "Okay, then you say, what do you mean by your Weibo and these things?"

Although under the influence of Wu Ye and Jian Bai, she can also play with public opinion freely, but she really doesn't have time to watch these messy gossip, otherwise she wouldn't come

Only now did I know that I was already Jing Zeheng's "online dating" object.

If he really had a compelling reason to do so, talk to her in advance, and she would cooperate with him.

Anyway, she hates men as always, and she doesn't plan to find a boyfriend, it doesn't matter if she is single or in love in the eyes of outsiders.

But he ...... Make her feel like you're being taken advantage of.

Jing Zeheng looked at the screenshot and finally understood where the child's anger came from.

Her reaction did make him panic a little, but it wasn't a big problem.

He never did anything he wasn't prepared for.

He took the phone from her hand, and after a few glances, he frowned, "My negligence."

Shen Fanyin glared at him: "Don't tell me that you only know now!"

Jing Zeheng looked back at her: "Fanyin, Shenghua's public relations has always only focused on things related to the operation of the group, and there are countless statements about my personal emotional problems, which will not have any impact on the group's operation and stock price, and they will not pay attention to this kind of thing."

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and asked again, "Then why did you only say, "It's not a bag. Raise"?"

Jing Zeheng avoided the important and replied as a matter of course: "Because it wasn't in the first place."

Shen Fanyin's breathing was sluggish, and the fire that had just been pressed down showed signs of revival.

Jing Zeheng just remembered something, and added in time: "At that time, there were different opinions, and a detailed explanation word by word would be more realistic, and the more detailed this explanation, the less people would believe it, you should know this."

She gritted her teeth, "What about Xiu Zhan? What happened when you walked out the door in front of the reporters?"

In this matter, Jing Zeheng was straightforward and strong: "At that time, you were not looking good on the stage and looked nervous, and after the end, the second aunt asked me to go and see you quickly, I thought you were afraid again...... There were so many people backstage, and if I took a detour, it would be enough for you to find death and life hundreds of times, and when the show was over, I saw that the reporters were ready to leave, so I didn't think too much about it."

His eyes were extraordinarily serious, and he couldn't see any falsehood.

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips and had nothing to say.

He was justified in everything, but she still felt that something was wrong.

Jing Zeheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already tired: "Fanyin, how busy I usually am, you know, these things are indeed my negligence, and I will be responsible."

He said, glancing at the time: "It's three o'clock in the morning in China, and in three hours, I'll ask the public relations department to delete these posts and then post a clarification, is that okay?" If you delay in finding a boyfriend, then I apologize to you again."

Seeing that he gave a solution so neatly, the grievances in Shen Fanyin's heart slowly dissipated, and he even felt that he was making a big fuss.

She knows how much contemporary netizens love p. Not to mention Jing Zeheng, even in the last group photo on the day of the show, the two models who were closer to her formed a P with her.

Facing his calm gaze, she couldn't help but wonder if she had overreacted.

Jing Zeheng let go of her hand, inserted the iced milk tea in his hand into the straw and handed it to her, slowing down his voice and coaxing, "I was wrong, I must not leave room for this kind of misunderstanding in the future."

On the one hand, there are netizens who don't know each other, and on the other hand, her brother who takes care of her everywhere.

This multiple-choice question is easy.

Shen Fanyin took the milk tea, pursed her lips and whispered, "I am...... I thought you did it on purpose, and I was a little disappointed."

"Well," Jing Zeheng said as if he understood her very well, "Think about your motivation before you do something next time. If it was really at my behest, what am I trying to do? What good will happen to me if my elders know about it?"

I have to say that all the explanations he explained before were not as convincing as these two sentences.

Shen Fanyin really believed it this time.

yes, what is he trying to do? Is it getting harder and harder for him to find a partner on his own? Tu was misunderstood by his white moonlight and he married a new love?

Shen Fanyin was a little annoyed. She's really not fit to deal with any emotion-related issues, even if it's fake.

She was a little weak-hearted, and glanced at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, I'm ......."

she

He hesitated and couldn't speak, and his cheeks began to redden.

Jing Zeheng felt that he couldn't continue to coax at this time, so as not to be suspected by her again.

He was silent for a moment, the corners of his lips slowly raised, and there was a hint of danger in his eyes.

"Little cub, it was quite horizontal just now."

Shen Fanyin: "......!"