Leng Shao's famous family group dotes on his wife

Joan Ann was holding a large bag of fabric, and was struggling to get it out of the trunk.

"I'm sorry, I won't answer anything. So many reporters came before, and I just asked them to contact the public relations department of the Leng Group. Don't waste your time on me. I won't answer you."

The female reporter quickly reached out her hand and gave Qiao Anan a hand.

"Are you going to carry it to the elevator?"

"Yes, so please get out of the way."

Qiao Anan put the fabric on the ground to see if there were any small carts around, and could only drag it towards the elevator entrance.

The female reporter grabbed the other side and tried to help Qiao Anan carry it.

Qiao Anan looked up at the female reporter, but said nothing.

At the elevator entrance, the female reporter helped Qiao Anan put the fabric bag into the elevator very carefully.

"Be careful."

Qiao Anan looked at the female reporter and walked into the elevator with a cold expression.

"As I said, I will not answer your interview questions."

The female reporter followed behind Qiao An'an and also walked into the elevator.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I'll help you carry this to the office."

Qiao Anan looked at the female reporter with a half-smile.

"You want to play a different routine?"

The female reporter shook her head: "To tell you the truth, if you don't tell me today, I will be waiting for you in the underground parking lot. You can choose not to tell, and I can choose to keep waiting. I will come tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will Will come too..."

Qiao Anan looked at the elevator button, stretched out her slender fingertips and pressed it lightly.

"It looks like you're going to stay here and not leave."

The female reporter smiled dryly at Qiao An'an: "That's natural. I haven't written any explosive articles recently. Our leaders scold me every day. Instead of annoying people in the company, it's better to find opportunities to write some news."

Joan Ann laughed coldly.

"Then tell me, what questions do you want to ask me? As for whether to answer or not, it all depends on my mood."

"What I want to ask you is, what do you think of the breakup between Song Shengang and his apprentice Xiaoxue?"

The female reporter asked very curiously.

Joan Ann paused for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"I support all Song Shengang's decisions."

The implication is that she is on the side of the female supporting role.

In desperation, the female reporter couldn't help asking another question.

"That means you support Song Shengang and Xiaoxue's breakup?"

Joan Ann's pink lips evoked a meaningful smile.

"I think I just answered very clearly, and this is your second question."

Qiao Anan's original intention was that Xiaoxue didn't really want to be by Song Shengang's side. Since this is not the case, it's better to get together and get away.

The female reporter smiled at Qiao Anan apologetically, and when the elevator opened, she offered to help Qiao Anan carry the fabric bag.

"Thank you for what happened just now, Miss Qiao."

"I hope that when you get this answer again, you won't exaggerate the report. I hate others to use me as an example."

Qiao Anan told the truth, pushing the fabric bag into the workshop.

The female reporter said hello and left.

However, this female reporter reported normally, but after seeing this news thread, other writers wrote articles and reports one after another.

After forwarding a few articles, Joan Ann's answer changed.

"Qiao An'an strongly supports Song Shengang, completely disregarding her boyfriend's ideas."

"According to our investigation, before Qiao An'an came into contact with Song Shengang, he admired Song Shengang very much, and he might fall in love with Song Shengang for a long time..."

Qiao Anan was working hard, and rumors began to fly all over the sky.

In the CEO's office, Karl looked at the phone helplessly, standing beside Leng Yincheng, not daring to breathe.

"Mr. Leng, these people are obviously tired of work and want to make trouble."

Leng Yincheng leaned against the back of the chair with a tall and straight figure, and his thin lips curled up into a meaningful arc.

"Stirring fire is what gossip reporters do best."

Not only in the entertainment circle, but also in the business circle, as long as someone can be attractive, a small action that may be unintentional will be written in a hype.

However, this does not mean that everyone can accept other people's arguments.

"Find journalists who are exaggerating and get them to take their papers down."

Leng Yincheng still had other documents to sign, so he ordered with a blank expression.

It seemed a calm sentence, but Karl knew deeply that Leng Yincheng was angry.

According to their previous workflow, if a reporter is unwilling to withdraw a gossip manuscript, then the next step is to block him as a reporter.

If you are still unhappy, directly acquire their media platform.

What's more serious, they don't even have the qualifications to be acquired, and directly block the entire company.

Carl took a deep breath and handed over the matter to the PR Department of Leng Group.

When Qiao Anan was tired and rested, she happened to see these gossip news and sighed silently.

It's a disaster that can't be avoided.

It seems that the news report written by the female reporter is not malicious.

But there are always a group of people who randomly write eye-catching things for the sake of the family's popularity.

Qiao An'an was open-minded, took the clothes she made by herself, turned around and left the workshop.

It happened that Song Shengang came out of the office, also holding a mobile phone, and was listening to the assistant's report.

"It's just nonsense."

Joan Ann just heard it, and strode forward.

"Mr. Song, I want to tell you something."

She led Song Shengang into the corner of the corridor, her clear and sweet voice was deliberately lowered a lot.

"I answered the words, but they distorted the facts."

Song Shengang suddenly turned cold.

"Why do you say such misleading things?"

Qiao Anan was really embarrassed: "You are my leader and my teacher, and I have always regarded you as a good friend. Of course, I don't know if I have the qualifications..."

She felt that Song Shengang seemed a little unhappy, so she continued to explain aloud.

"I don't know Xiaoxue well, and she hurt me again. If the reporter asks me like this, I will be by your side no matter what happens."

Originally thinking that Song Shengang's complexion would get worse and worse, she held her breath nervously, and when she was about to bend over to apologize, Song Shengang suddenly laughed.

"How can I be so stingy, I'm just teasing you."

Joan Ann breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand and patted her chest.

"It's good that you're not angry."

"There's nothing to be angry about. You're my friend. My friend is standing by my side. I'm too happy to be happy."

Song Shengang pointed to the meeting room in front, it seemed that he was going to have a meeting.

Joan Ann quickly turned sideways and stepped aside a little.

"Actually, it's not just me who supports you, our entire fan base supports you very much."

Qiao An'an is a small leader of Song Shengang's fan group. Because of his background and strength, he is also very popular with the fan group.