Chapter 80

Zhou Xingchen's strength is very big, tightly encircles her, feels the small woman's uneasy breath in his arms, he is a little flustered, sighs, releases her, but the big hand still tightly grasps her, sees her in the eyes without waves and waves, the heart jumps, the deep voice says: "Jia er, Ren Chengyan has left, I am handing over the work with her."

Ren Chengyan in the office, already heard everything, know Liangjia misunderstanding, her heart across a trace of inexplicable pleasure, also afraid of Liangjia not enough sad. With a smile of flattery on his lips, he walked out of the room slowly: "we are handing over our work. I have nothing to do with Zhou. I just accidentally met him and sat closer. Miss Liang, don't get me wrong."

Accidentally touched the body, sitting closer?

Liang Jia was silent and her eyes were pale.

Zhou Xingchen looked at Ren Chengyan in disgust. Now he couldn't suppress his anger any more. He glanced at Ren Chengyan coldly: "what nonsense! Go away

Seeing that Zhou Xingchen was angry, Liang Jia's face was dim, and she always looked at it coldly. Ren Chengyan saw that her goal had been achieved, so she didn't stay any longer. She just politely picked up her bag and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, don't forget to ask me again."

Zhou Xingchen's breath became dangerous. Zhou Xingchen wanted to kill her. At the moment, his years of education and demeanor were all destroyed. However, after looking at his wife in his arms, he still narrowed his eyes and let Ren Chengyan go.

Ren Chengyan is not important, his wife is the most important.

Zhou Xingchen's anger, in Liang Jia's view, is more like the anger of being seen through after the cover.

Liang Jia put a decent smile on her face, and coldly pushed Zhou Xingchen out of her arms: "Zhou Shao is so gorgeous. Then, I won't hinder him from having fun any more."

With that, Liang Jia shakes Zhou Xingchen's hand and goes out.

She doesn't want to hear or see anything now.

Zhou Xingchen was in the same place and stopped for a few seconds. He suddenly thought that he had understood something. He suddenly had a smile on his face and watched Liang Jia walk into the elevator without expression. The door of the elevator closed slowly. Finally, he felt a little nervous.

When Liang Jia saw that he didn't even chase himself, she had already put aside the generosity and decency she had learned from Zhou's mother. Her eyes turned red unconsciously. That's what lovely love is. There's no room for a sand in her eyes, no room for a third party. In front of the mirror, Liang Jia is slightly distracted. She doesn't know why her emotions become so excited this time. Her heart seems to be cut by a knife.

She looks at the face in the mirror, her eyes are red, and her eyes are full of disappointment. She lowers her eyes, with a trace of complex emotions. Isn't it, a little excessive, that she shouldn't love with all her body and mind.

Liang Jia is an orphan. Her insecurity and loneliness in her early years have long been implanted in her bones and blood, and it is difficult to separate them. She's sensitive, she's crying, she's scared. But Liang Jia understood that this kind of behavior was not allowed to appear in the Zhou family.

But after she fell in love with Zhou Xingchen, she wanted to be herself more and more, and wanted to show her true side to Zhou Xingchen, but was that right? Will Zhou Xingchen allow it?

The yellow number on the door has turned to 1. Although Liang Jia wanted to cry in her heart, she arranged her appearance in front of the mirror in the elevator. You can cry, you have to go home and cry again. She never forgot that she was the wife of Zhou Xingchen and the daughter-in-law taught by Liang Ruian.

The elevator door opened slowly, and the white suit appeared in front of Liang Jia's eyes with the elevator door open.

Zhou Xingchen.

She thinks he won't come after him again, she thinks he stands in the same place secretly angry, or turn around to find Ren Chengyan who leaves. She looked at him with tears flashing from the corners of her eyes.

Standing outside the elevator door, Zhou Xingchen was stunned. He just took the special elevator for the president next to him and got a little faster. Why did she cry? Even though Zhou Xingchen has been around for so long, he has seen many women cry. For the first time, he really thinks that women are strange creatures, which make him feel sad and can control his heart.

Seeing that Liang Jia's eyes were red, Zhou Xingchen walked into the elevator impatiently, took a few steps forward, and put Liang Jia between the elevator and him. His big hand forcefully clamped her chin, and his thin lips mercilessly grabbed Liang Jia's red lips.

Extremely touching.

After a while, he finally stopped and put his forehead against hers. Slender arm around her shoulder, buried in her shoulder socket, rubbed: "Jia'er, believe me, I have nothing to do with Ren Chengyan."

Silence for a long time, the elevator can only hear the two silent heartbeat. Just when Zhou Xingchen thought Liang Jia would not answer him, he heard Liang Jia's hoarse voice with a trace of coquetry: "I came here today to tell you that Ning Lihan wanted me to be the spokesperson."Zhou Xingchen looked up from her shoulder, eyes with some tenderness: "Jia'er, you forgive me?"

Liang Jia's eyes gave him a cool look and ignored him. Wu said: "I don't know what Ning Lihan's purpose is, but I think he wants me to be the spokesman for this press conference. I don't think it will be that simple. This is an open fight against you. Should I go? "

Zhou Xingchen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his hands played with Liang Jia's hair. Unconsciously, he wrapped his fingers around a few circles and released them: "no, I won't go." After thinking for a while, Zhou Xingchen touched her head and said, "go."

Liang Jia looks at him in a puzzled way.

"Just do what you want."

The press conference is about to start soon. Liang Jia is sitting in the dressing room in her spare time. She is repairing her fingernails, as if she didn't treat the press conference as one thing.

Ning Lihan sits under the stage of the press conference, his glasses reflect the bright and dark light, and turns over the product introduction manual in his hand. He absently looks at the huge screen on the stage, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The play is about to begin.

His eyes darkened and crossed a vague hatred.

Liang Jia was a naive fool. He thought it was a picture of Zhou Xingchen and qin'er. He narrowed his eyes. What he is going to do today is not that... Oh, the play has just begun.

The assistant of the press conference is already preparing the information. She adjusted the microphone and inserted it into the U disk. All work is carried out in an orderly way.

The host stepped onto the stage with some joy and said a few simple opening remarks. For a moment, the atmosphere was also amused by him.

Ning Lihan, sitting in the front row of the seat, has been imagining something interesting.