[There is no need to get angry with the staff, your sister fell down on her own. 】

[But never vent your anger on Leng Qingqing! 】

[It has nothing to do with anyone else. Jiang Mingzhu fell into the trap because she was greedy for materials. 】

[Why is Jiang Baoyu so surly all of a sudden? My darling is a bit scary. 】

[Maybe this is his true appearance? 】

[This was an accident, my brother. No one wants to see your sister get hurt. 】

[Can no one explain it to him? 】

The staff present were all old people from the program team, and many of them had eaten the food cooked by Leng Qingqing. Of course, it was impossible to turn their elbows outward.

But from the staff's busy explanations, Jiang Baoyu only extracted three keywords.

"Desolate?"

Three words rolled between Jiang Baoyu's lips and tongue, and the young man with gloomy eyes clenched his hands into fists.

It's her again!

**

Ever since he saw the eldest lady falling straight into the trap he set, Hu Tu started running for his life, returned to the base, packed his things, and immediately arrived at the boating location.

But it was still early and the ship didn't come.

Hu Tu didn't know how to explain to Secretary Zhang. He was holding his cell phone and trying to think of something to say. If it didn't work, he would ask for funeral leave and go back to his hometown to hide...

On the distant sea, a speedboat with Jiang's corporate logo printed on it was galloping towards the coast.

Hu Tu put a hand on his forehead, narrowed his eyes and looked over there in the distance.

It didn't take long for the speedboat to arrive in front of him.

Secretary Zhang, who looked like an elite secretary, stepped off the speedboat with his briefcase in hand.

Then, ignoring the shocked Hutu, he walked to the side, supported the palm tree, and vomited gracefully.

"Sorry, I'm a little seasick." Between vomiting, Secretary Zhang didn't forget to explain to Hu Tu.

Hu Tu: "..."

"Secretary Zhang, why are you here in person?"

This was not a dream, Hu Tu pinched his thigh hard, the pain made him grin and almost scream.

Shouldn't Secretary Zhang be far away in the office building in the imperial capital, waiting by Mr. Jiang's side?

Why did the chief internal manager leave the capital...

Secretary Zhang took out a silk scarf from his suit pocket and wiped his lips: "I'll take care of something. Where are Miss Jiang and Master Jiang, everything is fine."

"Okay, great." Hu Tu didn't dare to say bad things, let alone tell Secretary Zhang what he had done.

A drop of cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Secretary Zhang pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose and spoke in a gentle tone, as if speaking to a junior.

"Hu Tu, you did a good job. Mr. Jiang specially asked me to book a flight for you to return to the imperial capital first. The rest will be discussed after I get back."

What? This was beyond Hu Tu's expectations.

Hu Tu then thought about it, yes, as long as he didn't say anything, who would know that the eldest lady had fallen into the trap he had set?

"By the way, why are you here?" Secretary Zhang's next words immediately made Hu Tu sweat like rain.

Hu Tu quickly said: "Well, the program team gave me some work and asked me to survey the terrain..."

Finally got over it.

However, Hu Tu was still thinking about what Secretary Zhang said just now. He rubbed his hands nervously, with a longing light in his eyes: "Secretary Zhang... did Mr. Jiang really say that?"

A big shot like Mr. Jiang would mention himself specifically.

Hu Tu was so happy that his whole body shone brightly.

Since Mr. Jiang is satisfied with his work, it seems appropriate to agree to his position.

Thinking of this, Hu Tu was no longer anxious, and even laughed twice, seeming to be immersed in some strange fantasy.

Secretary Zhang: "Since you're here, let's take this speedboat. It's sent by the company."

Hu Tu got on the speedboat in a cold sweat.

Almost as soon as Hu Tu got on the boat, Secretary Zhang returned to his cold expression, and the smile he had just appeared was like a flash in the pan and disappeared immediately.

He shook his head, took out his cell phone, and blocked all Hu Tu's contact information.

By the way, I said hello to the company's human resources department.

On the way here, Secretary Zhang learned that Jiang Mingzhu fell into a trap and broke her leg.

Well. Even if Hu Tu is not present, he still bears at least half of the responsibility.

With things done like this, how dare you ask for any reward from Mr. Jiang.

**

The paper could not contain the anger, so Secretary Zhang immediately told Jiang Yan about the matter who had just left the meeting.

Jiang Yan was about to rush over, but was stopped by Secretary Zhang.

"The young lady has just been injured and is relatively fragile mentally and physically. It is exactly when we need you. But if you rush over right away, it will give the public a bad impression."

After all, Miss Jiang is no longer a child.

No matter how much she is pampered at home, showing such a fragile side in front of tens of millions of netizens will inevitably lead to criticism.

What the public wants to see is the strong side of the eldest lady, not crying with snot and tears while hugging her mother.

That doesn't meet popular expectations.

And for Jiang Mingzhu, getting titles like 'Mama's Baby' and 'Squeamish' is definitely not what Jiang Yan wants to see.

Secretary Zhang's words made sense. Jiang Yan suppressed the worry in her heart and asked, "Do you have any better way?"

In the base tent, Secretary Zhang glanced at Jiang Mingzhu, who was sleeping soundly, "I think it's better to connect with the lady online and encourage her to be strong."

Jiang Yan's eyes were heavy: "You are right, the children of my Jiang family are definitely not the porcelain dolls in the window."

Isn't it just acting? For the sake of the Jiang family, I have to temporarily suffer the injustice of Mingzhu.

It seems like a small thing, but there are too many aspects involved.

Rather than being a little princess held in the palm of her family's hand, Jiang Yan wanted to train her children to be heirs who could take charge of their own affairs.

Not only for the public to see, but also for the old man to see.

Her children have grown up and can take on the important responsibilities of the family. And, you will never do worse than others.

**

Jiming Island.

Jiang Mingzhu was fine and was sleeping deeply.

Secretary Zhang walked out of the tent and asked the staff friendly: "Have you seen Mr. Jiang Baoyu?"

"Jiang Baoyu..." The staff member pointed to the west with a headache expression on his face: "I'm going to see Sister Qingqing to punish me."

No matter how hard I try, I can't stop him. It's really annoying.

Jiang Baoyu looked really scary before leaving, as if he was going to kill someone.

Leng Qingqing only left after making sure Jiang Mingzhu was okay.

She even jumped down from the bottom of the pit first to check Jiang Mingzhu's injuries. The on-site staff all had eyes, and the netizens in the live broadcast room could see clearly——

As a guest who almost became a victim, Leng Qingqing's approach is the most benevolent and righteous! Can't find anything wrong with it!

There were no cameras nearby, so the staff couldn't help but complain to Secretary Zhang.

"We're all worried to death. It's not like he just pushed his sister down indifferently. What's the crime in asking someone to ask questions."

Everyone suspected that there was something wrong with this young man’s head.

Or maybe it’s simply unpleasant to look at the deserted scene.

In short, everyone was very worried. Even the director chased after him after hearing about it.

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