Begonia sleepless tonight

Three years later, Mengfan Media released a film press conference.

Media reporters are carrying long guns and short cannons, and the new work of the well-known director Di Ting team is about to be released. According to the usual practice, the producers, investors, and actors of the film will all appear on the stage to create momentum.

The trailer had been played back and forth several times on the LED screen. The host asked questions, presented flowers, congratulated, and it was very lively.

Finally, when all the cutscenes were over, the decision makers sat in rows at the long table.

"Then enter the reporter interview time."

Following the host's order, the media reporters present rushed to the stage eagerly.

"The drama this time is a costume drama. Before that, there were very few costume dramas in Mengfan Media. What is the expected ratings of the writing and director team?"

"The only starring role is Jason who is in charge of traffic, and the others are all newcomers. Is Mengfan going to inject fresh blood?"

Mengfan Media is responsible for word-of-mouth and ratings in the country. It has many artists under its umbrella. The reporters who came here tried to get first-hand information.

The flashing lights came and went, and the man in the middle crossed his hands, his face was cold, his eyes like cold pools did not show any emotional fluctuations, but he just sat there, majestic, cold and noble.

No one would not know how to provoke, the CEO of Mengfan—Jiang Jiucheng.

"Mr. Jiang, it is said on the Internet that Jason's remuneration far exceeds the contract salary. He got an Aston Martin and a Richard Mille watch in the name of gifts. Is it true?"

An untimely voice sounded, and in an instant, the audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the questioner.

The woman was in her early twenties, with black hair tied into a ponytail, a black and white lady's suit, and a plain face with a cool beauty.

Jiang Jiucheng looked at the woman, his pupils constricted suddenly.

"Also." The woman who asked the question continued to ask, "I heard that Mengfan's newcomer, Ms. Han, was injured on the set. Is it credible?"

Every sentence of questioning hits the nail on the head. It's not to cheer for the headlines at all, it's more like smashing the field.

Jiang Jiucheng quietly sat up straight, locking onto the woman's figure tightly.

Three years later, the doctor said she was dead!

But who is standing in front of him at this moment?

He won't admit it wrong, her eyebrows and eyes, which he looked at open, and a small mole on her cheek are exactly the same as Yan Ruyi!
Jiang Jiucheng frowned, under the watchful eyes of everyone, his good upbringing did not allow him to lose control, he just asked in a deep voice, "Before asking questions, shouldn't you tell me about your family?"

He wished she was not that girl, and even more hoped that she was still alive...

Perhaps it was because of the air-conditioning in the meeting place, his hands and feet were a little cold, and in his sight, the woman raised the badge on her chest, and said crisply, "Sharp news trainee reporter, I wish you well."

thump.

Jiang Jiucheng obviously felt that his heart had collapsed, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

It's really her!

Yan Ruyi looked calm, held the microphone, and asked solemnly, "If it involves a yin-yang contract, Mengfan has already touched the bottom line of the law, please tell Mr. Jiang truthfully."

Assistant Lin Wenya stood behind Jiang Jiucheng, glanced at her own boss, caught his faint smile unexpectedly, and was at a loss.

However, there were already whispers in the venue. If this continues, the entire press conference will collapse.

Lin Wenya glared at Yan Ruyi, took the microphone, "Miss, today I only accept interviews for new films, thank you for your cooperation."

Not only was Yan Ruyi not bluffed by Lin Wenya, but she retorted with her usual face, "Is there really something shameful?"

"My friend from the media, didn't I answer clearly enough just now?" Lin Wenya squeezed out the words between her teeth, and the smile on her face was almost unstoppable.

Whose intern reporter has no discernment? To be able to interview Mengfan's main creator and management is a dream opportunity for many journalists. She simply doesn't know how to live or die!
"It's useless for you to answer, I'm asking Mr. Jiang." Yan Ruyi smiled, and aimed at Jiang Jiucheng.

When her eyes met, she tightened the microphone tightly with her fingertips without leaving a trace.

The scene that was still in full swing before, now, the air is filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

The media peers looked at Yan Ruyi with more sympathy. The new interns are not afraid of tigers. I am afraid that their career as a reporter will come to an end.

Jiang Jiucheng didn't make any answer, and looked from Yan Ruyi's hair to his heels. Compared with the past, she was a few shades whiter, and her petite frame had grown a little bit of flesh, which was much more pleasing to the eye.

The reporter who cooperated a lot broke the embarrassment, "From the promo, Jason and the heroine have a lot of intimate scenes. Is this Jason's first screen kiss?"

With a precedent, the questions are back on track, and the questions keep coming and going.

Yan Ruyi didn't have a chance to interrupt, so she sat down resentfully, spread out her notebook, and took notes rustling with a pen.

Few people cared about the small episode of the press conference. In the Pagani outside the hotel, a man was sitting in the driver's seat, flipping through the documents in his hand. It was Jiang Jiucheng who had just finished the press conference.

In the information, Yan Ruyi has detailed information and files. She is 23 years old and graduated from the Department of Journalism. She is a sharp reporter and her first job. She has been working for two years.

In the photo of her resume, she is wearing a white shirt with a blue background. Her dull face seems to have lost all expression. When she looks directly at the camera, she can still vaguely see the stubbornness from three years ago.

"Jiu Ye, this girl is not very sensible, I will contact Rui Li right now, and punish her with a small punishment."

Lin Wenya guessed that Master Jiu was offended by the question, so she asked her to get the information.

Jiang Jiucheng put down the documents in the armrest box, tugged on the bow tie with his slender finger bones, and the smile deepened on the corner of his mouth, "Let her come to my office."

Little girl, little girl, she is really reclusive in the city.

Fake death to lie to him and take the opportunity to escape?

After running away, what are you doing in front of him?
Fortunately, he still burns incense for her every Qingming Festival!
In retrospect, when she was sent to the funeral home, he really didn't see her body cremated with his own eyes!

Damn girl!Dare to play him!

"Bam—"

Pounding his fist on the steering wheel, his assistant Lin Wenya fell into a shuddering silence. Master Jiu got very angry, and that reporter's future is in jeopardy!
Mengfan president office.

Yan Ruyi arrived as scheduled. She was still in the black and white suit at the press conference, and she was wearing black pointed shoes with stiletto heels. She appeared in front of Jiang Jiucheng, "Mr. Jiang, hello, what can I do for you?"

Sitting in the swivel chair, Jiang Jiucheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's only you and me here, pretend we don't know each other, and the past can be written off?"

It was obvious that the temperature in the office had plummeted, and Ruyi said calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, I don't know what you're talking about."

That being said, from the beginning to the end, her eyes were fixed on the man's heroic brows, and she never touched his cold eyes.