Chapter 647

In the morning, when song Jiayin wakes up, she finds Gong Yichen still sleeping. Her face, which used to be very white, is still crimson. When she gasps, song Jiayin can't adapt to the strong wine. Even the whole bedroom smells of wine.

Song Jiayin stretches to get out of bed to wash. As soon as her feet touch the ground, her slender hand is grasped.

"You wake up, Jiayin?" Wine mixed with men's greetings, the voice is very hoarse, obviously caused by excessive drinking.

"How are you? Do you still have a headache after drinking so much wine? " Song Jiayin looked back at his half opened eyes, and covered Gong Yichen's red forehead with exquisite jade hands. Her eyes were full of concern.

Gong Yichen grasped her big hand more tightly, his eyes were red, and he had no expression. "The headache is so bad, it's going to explode. Yes!" His face said it all.

"I'll get you a glass of water. Just a moment." Then the woman jumped out of bed.

Gong Yichen looked at the petite figure. Although he had a bad headache, his heart was still warm, and a happy smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

In a moment, the woman ran back, holding half a glass of water and a wet towel, which was still steaming.

"Drink the water first, and I'll put it on your head." Song Jiayin's voice is clear and sweet, and her eyes are full of blood.

Gong Yichen sat up and took the cup of clear warm water. His smiling face could hardly hide the pain on his head. After drinking the water, the woman asked him to lie down again, and the towel with just the right temperature covered his forehead.

"Thank you, Jiayin. Yesterday was all my fault." He sincerely apologized to song Jiayin, and his face relaxed a little.

"It's all over. Don't mention it any more. Is it better now?" The woman is smiling about the big boy.

Gong Yichen nodded, and a big hand seized the woman's white hand.

"I won't go to the studio today. I'll take care of you at home. Don't drink so much wine in the future, you know?" Song Jia's attitude towards children admonishes the man.

"I will. Don't worry." He showed a knowing smile, but still frowning, obviously a headache.

"I'll change another towel for you." Then he turned and left, Gong Yichen's big hand still had the fragrance on her body.

Gong Yichen felt more and more that he shouldn't lose his temper yesterday. He was too impulsive. What's wrong with such a woman?

The bright sunlight shines on the glass window of song Jiayin's studio. The rhododendrons at the door are in full bloom. The morning dew is still rolling on the petals and green leaves, reflecting the light. The people in the room are also busy in an orderly way.

The room has just been decorated recently. It is very spacious and bright. There are some small pots of green plants in the corner. The air in the whole room is also quite fresh. When people come, there is a sense of intimacy.

A few hasty footsteps came, the figure flashed, and knocked down the azalea in front of the door. The men also ignored it completely, and rushed into the house blindly, with a fierce look.

The big, tall man at the head was dressed in a black suit, with sunglasses but no tie, and a document in his hand. Behind the seven or eight people are staring at the room is working a few people.

"What are you doing here?" A staff member asked suspiciously.

The others also stood up and felt something bad. The atmosphere in the room was tense, but it was obviously not as crowded as the other party, nor as strong as they were.

They are willing to watch these people with vigilant eyes. Because the door was knocked open, and now it's still wide open, and the faces of those people say it all.

"Of course. What are you doing here if you have nothing to do?" The tall man in sunglasses held up his papers and threw them on the nearby desk. "Look at them for yourself." His voice is very loud and reasonable. I believe people on the street outside will hear him.

A staff member picked up the document, opened two pages, and then exclaimed in surprise, "this is our design draft." He looked at each other in surprise. The others, too, glanced over and recognized the design draft of their own studio. They all looked surprised.

"Isn't this the manuscript we designed?" One man asked, his face was still at a loss.

"That's right. It's the manuscript you designed for our company. Mr. Zhang asked us to come. Don't you see something famous?" The man in the sunglasses asked sarcastically. At the same time, he took off the dark sunglasses and showed a pair of fierce eyes.

"Well, what's wrong with this manuscript? No problem? We designed it last quarter? " The document in his hand trembled slightly, meaning that there was something ominous.

"Designed? Is it plagiarism? Do you want to act for me again? " The sunglasses man roared and pointed at the crowd with his thick fingers. His eyes were full of anger.

"How is that possible? These are all designed by us. How can they be copied? We'll never do that! " The staff also became excited.

"You can really sophistry, I don't talk nonsense with you, brothers, do it!" With that, he first grabbed the chair next to him and smashed it against the big mirror on the wall next to him.

Wow? Sound, the mirror was smashed to pieces. Then the rest of the people started to do things, and they were in a mess everywhere, regardless of the people in the store. The staff couldn't stop them from being fierce.

In an instant, the house was smashed into a mess, and the newly decorated walls were damaged. It was a mess.

"What are you doing? How unreasonable

"Call the police! Call the police

"Call Jiayin!"

The house was in a mess.

"Well, it's just right to let her come. I don't understand. Let her come! We are not afraid to call the police! " The man in sunglasses yelled.

"What? I beg your pardon? Smashed my studio? Are they too arrogant? Don't worry, I'll be right there! " Song Jiayin heard from the studio that it had been smashed. She was very flustered and began to change clothes in a hurry.

"What happened to the studio? I'll go and have a look with you Gong Yichen listened to a few words and asked while wearing clothes.

"Don't go, you still have a headache! Just stay at home. " Song Jiayin still cares about him.

"No, how can I stay?" He dressed neatly and looked at Song Jiayin.

"Well, let's go and see what's going on!" Song Jiayin also put on her clothes, and they went to the door together.