"Song Meinan, what would you like to drink, I'll treat you." Ding Jiaqi's gentle voice sounded.

"Being an exclusive in a place like this, Reporter Ding, you are really not afraid of me being exposed."

"The more dangerous the place, the safer it is, and the more public the place, the more secretive it is." Ding Jiaqi said with a smart little face.

The person sitting opposite her is none other than Song Zijiang, a rising star who has become famous because of three TV series in a row. With the two small dimples on his cheeks and this baby face, he can be said to have fascinated thousands of women.

However, he is famous for both right and wrong. When he became the focus of everyone's attention, he also became the most controversial new star at the forefront.

His good face and good acting skills are the main reasons why he is sought after by everyone, but many things before he became famous have also been revealed. Who would have thought that this handsome and cute new star in front of him could be a playboy?

Will he be a man who regards women as shoes on his feet, wearing them when he wants them and changing them when he doesn't?

When Ding Jiaqi received the task of this exclusive interview, she actually felt a headache. She actually didn't have much interest in the news in the entertainment industry, especially the new stars who became famous by their faces and bloody TV series. Ding Jiaqi didn't have much interest in it from the bottom of her heart.

Agreed. Secondly, I've been as busy as a dog these past two days. I have two exclusive interviews with big shots, and I have a press conference to attend at five o'clock in the afternoon.

In order to make up for the work process that was affected by a certain scumbag some time ago, she has completely treated herself as a woman as a man. However, who knows, the editor-in-chief actually treats her as a beast!

"Actually, I want to say that I don't have so many rules. Even if you bring your manager with you, I won't feel troubled." Ding Jiaqi said, managers follow artists, firstly to protect the artist, and secondly, to allow the artist to

Don't do anything outrageous.

But for reporters, agents are not that popular.

"That's because I believe that Reporter Ding will never embarrass me and ask questions that are difficult to answer."

Ding Jiaqi smiled slightly, "Song Meinan really understands me."

Song Zijiang's face was indeed a gift from God. Ding Jiaqi sighed, and then started her routine questions.

"Song Meinan, do you have any special insights into acting or scripts?"

"Choose the script and then act well." Song Zijiang replied calmly.

Ding Jiaqi didn't plan to spend much time sitting here with him, so she asked questions very casually, without her usual sharp style. She just asked all the questions from the public. Song Zijiang was also patient and answered every question very seriously.

It’s just that the answers are very common and nothing special.

Ding Jiaqi felt a little sleepy, frowned, and stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Well, please do it." Song Zijiang had been sitting on the sofa, with a pair of sunglasses covering most of his face, except for a meaningful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and put the medicine he had prepared long ago into Ding Jiaqi's coffee cup. He shook it gently.

Standing in front of the mirror, Ding Jiaqi looked at herself with dark circles under her eyes and sighed. How long had it been since she had a good night's sleep? Should she take some time to have a good rest?

Patting her cheek, she walked back to her seat.

"Let's continue." Ding Jiaqi smiled and continued to ask, "As for the past, it was uploaded that you have been with many women. Can you give some response to this matter?"

Song Meinan's eyes under her sunglasses were fixedly looking at Ding Jiaqi's straight and bright facial features and straight nose, wondering if there was a similar straight nose somewhere.

Ding Jiaqi picked up the coffee on the table, put it to her mouth, and drank some to refresh herself.

"Do you think those rumors are true?"

"Song Meinan, I came to ask you precisely because I don't know."

"But before I answer, I want to hear what the Ding University reporter thinks of me."

Ding Jiaqi paused her hands slightly, raised her head and looked at Song Zijiang, "Do you really want to listen?"

"What's the harm?"

"My experience as a reporter tells me that the photos posted are all real. The woman you have dated said that you have some special hobbies, and I think it is true."

"Special hobby..."

Song Zijiang recited these words silently.

Ding Jiaqi just talked casually and made some jokes to refresh herself and the big star wearing sunglasses opposite.

The so-called special fetish means that the man in front of you is particularly lustful and is more enthusiastic than others in some aspects. In addition, he is also interested in sex, abuse and the like.

Nothing is impossible, but whether it is possible or impossible is not big news to Ding Jiaqi.

Rich people, even if they like to do things, are also bright people on the surface, but they may be dirtier secretly.

"Well, is my intuition right?" Ding Jiaqi smiled.

Song Zijiang was silent for a moment, and then said with a smile, "How can reporter Ding look at me like this? Of course these are all false. Anyway, I hope reporter Ding can clarify it for me."

Ding Jiaqi just smiled and said nothing, "Since Song Meinan speaks like this, there is no reason for me to disagree."

"If all reporters were as easy to talk to as you, then those of us in the entertainment industry wouldn't be in such a mess."

Ding Jiaqi took another sip of coffee, like her? If she were like this, those of them in the entertainment industry would have no way to survive.

She had absolutely no interest in him at all, and she didn't think even the interview would be explosive. In this case, of course she wouldn't pursue him desperately.

Ding Jiaqi rubbed her head and felt some pain. 13acv.

Has she really been too busy lately?

"You look very sleepy." Song Zijiang looked at her and asked with concern.

"You have discovered this. Being a reporter is just like being a celebrity like you, it's not easy to get around," Ding Jiaqi smiled.

"Drink some coffee to cheer you up."

Ding Jiaqi didn't think about anything else, so she picked up the coffee, took two more sips, and then put it down.

I was about to ask more questions, but I suddenly realized something was wrong. My chest tightened, and I felt irritated and stuffy. The coffee in front of me was really a bit dazzling.

She raised her head, her vision was blurry, she had been drugged...

This was her first reaction. The perpetrator...the perpetrator...Song Zijiang...

The weight of the medicine he had given her made her whole body go weak. The next second, she was lying on the table with a red face. Only her ears could hear Song Zijiang's hypocritical questioning voice and his soft, successful voice.

, low and inaudible laughter.

Ding Jiaqi bit her lip, but the saliva in her mouth kept flowing, as if she was longing for something, as if there was a big meal in front of her and she wanted to pounce on it and take a few bites.

Then, she heard a familiar voice, not from her mouth, but from her fists.

Yin Luo ran over in a hurry. He heard Ding Jiaqi's voice and knew that she was conducting an exclusive interview for someone else. Originally, he just sat by the window of the teahouse by accident. He looked at the stubborn woman from above and listened to her.

While chatting with others, he could hear the boredom in her voice as she asked and answered questions, and he could hear her sleepiness and exhaustion.

This is nothing?

He was far away and couldn't see clearly. He only knew that the man sitting opposite her had touched his coffee. He had always suspected that he was seriously ill, but because the other person was Ding Jiaqi, he had experienced this woman before, so he flinched for some reason.

, shrinking from appearing in front of her...

Just hearing her voice getting weaker and weaker and her breath getting more and more unstable, he knew something was wrong.

Yin Luo felt helpless. This pair of good friends were all the same. If something happened to one, something would happen to the other one.

How vicious is this society for Ding Jiaqi and Du Rui to become a couple?

Extremely anxious, Yin Luo finally understood what these four words meant.

Looking at the endless traffic on the road, he didn't even have time to wait for the car to stop, and walked directly across the street. The harsh car sounds and angry curses sounded behind him, but he didn't hear it.

When he jumped into the cafe, he saw that the man's hand was about to touch Ding Jiaqi's. Without saying a word, he went up and punched the man in the face.

There was a scream, and Song Zijiang's sunglasses were shattered. The glass shards seemed to have penetrated into his eyes. He could see red liquid between his fingers as he covered his eyes.

"Sir, please don't cause trouble..."

How could Yin Luo care so much? He dragged the man and threw him out of the store, almost effortlessly, which shocked everyone who saw him.

He didn't say a harsh word, but he made the man fall so hard that he broke several bones.

Yin Luo walked back and picked up the woman whose face was already flushed.

Ding Jiaqi opened her eyes. In front of her was either a beautiful man or a big iceberg...well...a big iceberg...

"Let me go..." She said carelessly while holding on to his clothes tightly.

Yin Luo frowned, ran out of the cafe, threw her into his car, and drove towards Ding Jiaqi's small apartment.

But where is Ding Jiaqi, who is lying in the back seat, safe?

Song Zijiang was a careless, brainless person. He almost put enough medicine to make a dead pig excited into Ding Jiaqi's coffee.

Ding Jiaqi tugged at her shirt. Her consciousness was half-conscious. She knew she had been drugged and that the man was coming...

I knew I was in his car.

Knowing that he was in danger now, the hot feeling deep in his body kept coming.

She reached out and grabbed her neck, her whole body curled up in pain and twisting in the back seat.

The beauty misses Ding Qi. Yin Luo closed his eyes. Apart from Ding Jiaqi, he should be the only one who knows about her hot figure, right?

He picked up the mineral water in the locker, unscrewed the bottle cap, and poured it backwards without turning his head, pouring it all onto Ding Jiaqi's hot body.

Ding Jiaqi sighed comfortably as a cool feeling came over her, and her consciousness returned a little.

"Ding Jiaqi, cheer up!"

"Arlo..."

Her intimate voice murmured in the small space of the car, leaving Yin Luo stunned and unable to recover.
Chapter completed!