Qianjin's counterattack: Mr. Gu stay away from me

The assistant director was speechless, blushing and backed away: "Director, don't worry, I will handle the matter well."

"You'd better fix it for me quickly."

The director was too lazy to talk to him, waved him away, and never gave him a good look.

"Director, I'll go and see and I'll be right back." The assistant director apologized again and again, and he stepped back and walked around, watching the director's eyes carefully. "

"What a hassle." She muttered as she walked backwards and was so absorbed in her emotions that she didn't notice the person behind her.

He took a step back and felt a solid bump on his back. He thought to himself, what a mess, and turned around to see Zheng Jiaming behind him.

Zheng Jiaming looked down at his clothes with a grim face, and the assistant director hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Zheng Jiaming stood straight and did not speak, nor did he accept the director's apology.

The assistant director kept rubbing his hands, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he encountered such a thing after being scolded by the director just now.

The assistant director kept bowing and apologized to Zheng Jiaming: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He couldn't wait for a response, so he kept bowing, his forehead started to sweat, these people were not something he could afford to offend.

On the one hand, he was also worried about the matter of the peripheral fans. It was getting more and more chaotic over there, and it would be difficult to explain to the director if he didn't solve it, but the matter on this side couldn't be resolved for a while.

"You should tell me something!" The assistant director muttered silently in his heart, like an ant on a hot pot running around anxiously.

"Mr. Zheng." The assistant director called out in a low voice, with a wry smile all over his face.Zheng Jiaming's lips were tightly pursed into a line, and his expression was calm. He was thinking about what to do with the clothes on his body.

Zheng Jiaming has always had a serious obsession with cleanliness, even if someone washes it clean by hand, he can't touch it, let alone the assistant director's whole body bumping into it, and people like them who work outdoors every day will inevitably have dust on their bodies.

Zheng Jiaming frowned in confusion, revealing a trace of irritability. It seemed that the clothes had to be changed as soon as possible.

He raised his hand and the assistant director backed away in a panic, as if he was afraid that Zheng Jiaming would hit him. Zheng Jiaming just gave him a cold look, took off his coat and threw it on the chair behind him.

The assistant director breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead with his hands, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Zheng, can I help you?"

Zheng Jiaming frowned and didn't respond. People around noticed that they were looking at him. The assistant director felt that he was being held up in the air and couldn't get up or down, which was very embarrassing.

Both Jing Shengxia and Leng Qiuhong also noticed this scene. Leng Qiuhong just took a glance and looked away calmly, while Jing Shengxia walked towards this side quickly.

She came up and yelled at the assistant director, "Don't you have eyes when you walk?"

She turned around to face Zheng Jiaming and changed her face again. She said softly, "It's okay, I'll tidy up your clothes for you." After she finished speaking, she quickly took the tissues on the table to tidy up his clothes.

Seeing that she was about to touch his hand, Zheng Jiaming dodged to avoid her touch, with an expression of unwillingness.

Jing Shengxia's hands were frozen in the air and she was extremely embarrassed. She lowered her head and looked ugly. Zheng Jiaming felt that her behavior was a bit inappropriate. After all, they were a fiancé couple in the eyes of outsiders. Their behavior in such a public place made people feel uncomfortable. It is easy to see the clues.

For a long time, he gently explained to Jing Shengxia: "It's okay, I can handle it myself."

Jing Shengxia raised his head and smiled softly at him, reached out and handed him the tissue in his hand, Zheng Jiaming didn't want to take it but after thinking about it, he still took it.

A bright smile burst out on Jing Shengxia's face, and the assistant director stood there dejectedly and looked at the two of them.

These two people didn't say to let him go, and they didn't say not to let him go. They were really anxious, and he was still thinking about the fans outside.

The scene outside was even more difficult to deal with than the scene inside. The group of fans were still arguing about their artists, and the content could be vaguely heard here.

"Shameless, it's reasonable for your artists to be mistresses."

"It's because you have bad eyesight. Mr. Zheng is clearly looking at our Miss Leng."

"Oh, can you Miss Leng compare with our Miss Jing? I don't think you can even compare with a toe."

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The assistant director's head grew bigger, and he stood there dejectedly, not daring to move, because he was only an assistant director, and he dared not easily offend any of these two people. If one of them stopped acting, he would be the one who would be scolded by the director.

Leng Qiuhong put down the script and glanced at them, seeing the dejected look of the assistant director.The corners of her lips curled slightly, her eyebrows and eyes curved, she took a sip of tea, stood up and walked slowly towards the three of them.

Standing still in front of the three of them, she said with a smile, "I just bumped into it accidentally, I believe Mr. Zheng won't mind, right?" Her eyes fell on Zheng Jiaming's face intentionally or unintentionally, and Jing Shengxia couldn't help but look at him Zheng Jiaming leaned against his side.

These words were undoubtedly to excuse the assistant director, who was moved to tears when the assistant director heard this, and looked at Leng Qiuhong gratefully.

Zheng Jiaming stared at Leng Qiuhong without blinking. At this time, he didn't care about the clothes on his body anymore. He put all his thoughts on her.

He didn't expect that Leng Qiuhong would come over, and he was pleasantly surprised that his limbs lost their functions. He smiled and nodded to Leng Qiuhong, looking a bit silly like a young boy.

Jing Shengxia, who was standing beside him, had never seen Zheng Jiaming like this before, her lips were tightly pursed and she went mad with jealousy.

"Look, Mr. Zheng has already nodded and won't pursue your responsibility. If you have anything to do, go to it first!" Leng Qiuhong turned his head and said to the assistant director.

Seeing this, the assistant director turned around and left, walking quickly for fear that the people behind would repent and come to settle accounts with him again.

The assistant director went far away, since Leng Qiuhong came over, Zheng Jiaming didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and let her decide everything.

Jing Shengxia looked up at him, his whole body was cold, it was as if Zheng Jiaming's mind had been taken away at this moment.

She looked at Leng Qiuhong provocatively and then rubbed against Zheng Jiaming's side, but she also knew to keep a distance.She declared her sovereignty to her, but she pretended not to see it and asked Zheng Jiaming indifferently: "Do you need to deal with it?"

Zheng Jiaming froze for a moment and shook his head, all his attention was on Leng Qiuhong.Jing Shengxia clenched her hands tightly enviously, she stretched out her hand to break his arm not to be outdone, "Jiaming, don't you have a cleanliness addiction? I'll accompany you to deal with it."

"No need." Zheng Jiaming avoided her hand and stood aside to keep a distance from her.

Jing Shengxia felt a deep sense of shame, as long as there was Leng Qiuhong, Zheng Jiaming's eyes didn't fall on her.

Jing Shengxia's sharp nails pinched deeply into his flesh, his eyes were full of burning anger, and his heart was full of hatred for Leng Qiuhong.