Chapter 518

The fat man and Cui Renyao who thought it was Zhehu came to meet her, but they didn't expect that it was Jiang song who came in person.

Into the room of the moment, Jiang Fu felt his body pressure is very low.

"Brother..."

Had already combed and washed, put on clean clothes, good time to sit on the sofa, obediently waiting for his lecture.

Jiang song is very gentle in dealing with people, but he is very strict in Jiang Fu's affairs.

Sometimes Jiang Fu can't understand him, but her brother is her only relative and can be relied on. She tries not to do what he doesn't like. She really makes mistakes and doesn't quibble. She only pretends to be pitiful and carries a wave of injuries. After scolding, he is still her gentle brother.

Fat man and Cui Renyao followed him, and they were silent.

Especially Cui Renyao, with suspicious bruises on her face, was depressed and necked like a quail.

About yesterday, I didn't take good care of her. I went back and was severely cleaned up.

Hard mouth, want to appeal a few more, but Jiang song a look back.

"I've decided for you to suspend all subsequent cooperation with Qigui company. I've asked Uncle Zheng for help in the promotion of the video. He will fund a media company of his own for lock. I'll handle this part of the business. You don't have to worry about it."

Jiang Fu guldong, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

If they break the contract without authorization, they will probably pay the company's boss a sum of money. However, they bully her with such dirty means. If they really start a lawsuit, lock may not have to lose money.

It's just that she's going to trouble the Zheng family at last, and she's a little upset.

Zheng Moyan looked helpless and sighed:

"I've recommended myself tens of thousands of times. You have to avoid suspicion and refuse to use the resources of the Zheng family. No matter what outsiders say, you are my fiancee and the future hostess of the Zheng family. What's the matter with your own resources? Who can say no? "

Jiang Wu had to nod.

Originally, she just didn't want to trouble the Zheng family, but Qigui introduced Baihuan film to the company. She agreed without much thought.

Who knew that would happen?

Barely able to recall the fragments of that day interspersed, but a lot of specific things she did not remember.

"There is Baihuan film..."

That greasy baldness is so disgusting that she will get back the debt.

Without waiting for Jiang song to speak, the fat man behind him couldn't hide his words. He grinned happily and said:

"there's no need for us to do it. It's said that at that time, people in the night room were beaten to level 9 disabled!"

"What did you do?"

Jiang Fu immediately moved her eyes to Cui Renyao.

She only remembers that the scene was chaotic at that time. There was only Cui Renyao who could do it. Wow, when did he have this ability?

Fat man didn't receive Cui Renyao's eyes, and continued to say:

"bah, he can't protect himself! Who is so rich that he is not afraid to pay liquidated damages if he tears up the contract unilaterally, but also beat the man surnamed Ye hard. His family is big and his career is big, and he is not afraid of revenge? Except -- "

" OK

Jiang song didn't want to hear the name of the man and interrupted the fat man's talk.

Jiang Fu feels very wrong. Everyone seems to be hiding something from her. As soon as this idea comes out, she subconsciously tries to recall the memory of last night.

I thought she was drunk, but I didn't want to force her. But it was obvious that she had missed something.

But the harder I try to remember, the more painful I feel. My head is aching, and my wrist is burning and weak. My face turns pale.

The handsome and cool face, a warm and comfortable embrace, and the foggy bathroom.

Until her wrist was cold, she was forced to pull away from the abyss of memory, and then came back to reality. Unconsciously, her back had oozed a layer of cold sweat. As like as two peas,

looked down at her wrist and the same rose gold bracelet was reworn.

The cool temperature, ironing paste on her hot wrist, like a red coal ball, was poured with water, the memory disappeared, into wisps of chaotic white smoke, dissipated.