Although Fang Min said that it was not a big deal, Cong Xin was still very worried.

The next day, as soon as I opened my eyes, I opened my phone to search.

Sure enough, yesterday's incident broke out.

Cong Xin hurriedly looked carefully and found that at the beginning, someone was indeed condemning him, his tone was very unfriendly, and his words could be called vicious. From this perspective, he knew that he was Song Jingxing's black figure.

However, soon, these dark guys were overwhelmed by Song Jingxing's fans.

These people have always believed that Song Jingxing was maliciously surrounded at the airport. If he still greeted him with a smile, it would not be Song Jingxing.

Heizi wanted to refute it, but he had no choice but to take a photo of Song Jingxing beating people. No matter how many refutations they were, they became quibbling, and it looked like they were deliberately blackmailing Song Jingxing.

When Cong Xin saw this, she felt half relieved.

Get up, wash, and go to make breakfast.

During the meal, Cong Xin talked about the dark thing to Song Jingxing, and Song Jingxing said, "It's so normal. I don't know how many people in the circle want me to be finished."

Cong Xin said, "Why?"

Song Jingxing said, "Because I'm blocking their way, there are only so many resources, and most of them are divided. They can't make any good things, so they are naturally unhappy."

Cong Xin thought to herself that everything is because of interests. No interest involves them, and no one has time to target anyone. You can't get up early if you have no profit.

At noon, Cong Xin went to see again and found that things had turned around!

I don’t know who revealed that the reason why Song Jingxing got angry was because his assistant’s head was injured. In fact, he didn’t beat him. He just grabbed the man’s collar and refused to let him get close to prevent him from hurting others again.

Cong Xin pointed out to Song Jingxing, "This person must be on the scene, and he is also your die-hard fan, otherwise he would not be directed towards us like this."

The first half is OK, but the second half is clearly fabricated. If they hadn't stopped him, Song Jingxing would have kicked the man.

Song Jingxing sneered, "I'm still a hardcore? You can tell that it was Fang Min's fault."

"Ah?" Cong Xin opened her mouth wide, "Sister Fang did it?"

She didn't expect this.

Cong Xin continued to look at it, and sure enough, there were sounds of condemnation below, all targeting those who broke the news that Song Jingxing beat people.

At the same time, he also praised Song Jingxing for his affection and righteousness, and the voices of admiration continued.

There are also a few people who want to be an assistant to Song Jingxing, or even those who don’t have a salary.

Originally, a negative news turned out to be like this, which made Cong Xin fall into his eyes.

I have to say that Fang Min's methods are really high.

Don’t suppress it and make you explode. When the popularity rises, you will issue the reasons for hitting people, which will arouse the anger of netizens. At the same time, Song Jingxing’s true image is impulsive, irritable, affectionate and righteous, and his true image will be established.

Cong Xin was so impressed that this method of turning decay into a magical way.

Fang Min understands imperfect psychology deeply.

Because it is imperfect, no matter what you expose, everyone can slowly accept it because they have no expectations for you in this regard.

On the contrary, it is the one who creates a perfect image. Once something is revealed, it will be difficult for everyone to accept it. They think that you are too fake and may even deny you completely. The perfect image becomes a burden.

Fang Min seems to be uncovering or shaping, but in fact it is the real shaping, a way of shaping that fits Song Jingxing himself.

After coming back this time, Song Jingxing was much silent and his emotions were getting better and worse.

One night, when Cong Xin was processing the photos, the inspiration came and she hadn't rested. After finishing it, she was hungry and went downstairs to find something to eat.

When he went down, Cong Xin looked at the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning, sleepy and hungry. She yawned to the first floor. When she was about to turn to the kitchen, her eyes accidentally swept to the sofa and her body suddenly stiffened.

There was a person sitting on the sofa. At that moment, it was even more terrifying than seeing Sadako crawling out of the TV in the middle of the night.

Just as he was about to scream, he saw clearly that the man was Song Jingxing. Cong Xin hurriedly covered her mouth and did not let herself shout out.

Song Jingxing obviously saw her, and silently went upstairs and returned to his room.

People are awake, and they can be sure that they are not sleepwalking, nor do they look like they are coming downstairs after sleeping halfway through.

His expression was different from during the day, and his body was filled with a gloomy and cold aura. Cong Xin was so scared that nightmare that night.

Another time, Cong Xin was thirsty in the middle of the night and got up to drink water. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Song Jingxing standing at the door of her room like a door god, almost scaring her soul.

Cong Xin didn't expect that he would be like this when he was stimulated.

Fang Min had probably expected this early in the morning, so he didn't arrange a job for him.

In this case, Cong Xin was also very careful and served him carefully every day, making delicious food in different ways.

Cong Xin's mother often told her that if she eats well, she will feel better even if she is bad. If she doesn't have one meal, then two meals. If she doesn't have two meals, then three meals.

During this period, she almost used all the skills she learned from her mother.

Although they are all single-parent families, sometimes Cong Xin feels that Song Jingxing is not as good as him.

Although she has no father, she has never seen her since childhood and will not miss her.

On the contrary, Song Jingxing enjoyed maternal love at the beginning, but was suddenly abandoned, so he was naturally worried and could not overcome the hurdle in his heart.

Compared with the relatives around her, Cong Xin and her mother are both teachers and friends, and they fall in love with each other.

Song Jingxing's father, since he was working for him, he had never seen a father and son contact each other, let alone appeared, as if it did not exist at all.

After this comparison, she found that she was better than Song Jingxing.

When I looked at him again, my eyes naturally had some sympathy, and I became more tolerant of his bad temper.

In his spare time, Cong Xin processed the photos he took abroad.

She promised Song's mother that she would send it to her, so she naturally could not speak without trust.

When processing the photos, Cong Xin found that Song's mother was really a beauty with impeccable facial features. Although she was older, she became more and more charming.

However, there is always a trace of lingering melancholy in my eyes, as if there is a story hidden.

When taking photos, Cong Xin grasped this very well.

There is happiness, and there are regrets under happiness. Isn’t life like this? It’s all about happiness, which is too fake, especially for an older woman.

After Cong Xin finished the process, he looked at the photos and sighed. Who would have thought that such a good person would have such a great regret behind it?

Of course, Cong Xin was even more curious about what happened to Song’s mother and Song’s father back then, so she told Song’s father not to let his mother see the child.

Who gave up on the two?

There is no information about Song Jingxing’s father and mother on the Internet.

Of course, Song Jingxing wouldn't tell her.

Cong Xin's curiosity can only be buried in her heart.

After the treatment, Cong Xin got up and poured water to drink. When she turned around, she saw Song Jingxing standing behind suddenly, which scared her. She didn't know how long this person had been here, and she was elusive, so she couldn't make any sound?

Of course, no matter how big Cong Xin complains, she dare not say it in front of him.

"Boss, are you about to ask you? The photos are all done, can I send them to her?" I still want to ask for his opinion. After all, he is also his mother.

Song Jingxing said to her, "This is a matter between you and her. What does it have to do with me if you send it or not?" As he said, he took the cup in her hand.

Cong Xin was thinking about what he meant, but she didn't notice that the cup was taken away by him.

When Song Jingxing poured a glass of water and handed it to her, she took it and took a sip. Then she suddenly realized what she had done. She said nervously, "Boss, have I done something wrong again? If you think it's inappropriate, then I won't send it."

"When did I say I won't let you post it? If you don't post it, you won't be in vain." Song Jingxing gave her a blank look.

"It's good not to be busy with your work, it's good to keep it for yourself to appreciate." Cong Xin no longer dares to make a good decision about this man's mother. The lesson last time was too profound.

After a while of silence, Song Jingxing said, "Send it, you have almost lost my face anyway, so I don't care if I throw it away once more."

"Thank you, boss."

Saying this means that you are satisfied with these photos. Cong Xin couldn't help feeling happy, "Boss, what do you want to eat at noon? I can make it for you, braised prawns, braised lion heads, or steamed fish?"

Song Jingxing thought for a while, "Let's get the first two."

Cong Xin said, "Then let's stir-fry some vegetables and make fennel dumpling soup."

Song Jingxing looked at her, "Isn't it tiring to do so much? I have to buy, clean up, and wash after eating?"

"Not tired, what's that? I've done no matter how tired I've worked." Cong Xin said indifferently.

Song Jingxing's face suddenly turned dark. Cong Xin didn't know that the sentence was wrong again, but she quickly changed her words, "I don't feel tired at all if I do it for you."

This sentence is always wrong. Sure enough, Song Jingxing's face has improved a little.

Cong Xinxin said in his heart that it is really hard to serve.

Cong Xin took the keys to buy groceries.

Song Jingxing said, "I'll be with you."

Cong Xin looked at him strangely and had to say goodbye, "It's time to go out for some breath. Sister Fang said that you have time to go out for a walk. Of course, protective measures should be taken, and try to go as little as possible in places with a large population..."

"Can you shut up?" Song Jingxing interrupted impatiently.

"Yes." Cong Xin hurriedly shut up.

Song Jingxing was amused and crying.

When they arrived at the garage, Song Jingxing reached out and said, "Give me the key."

Cong Xin dared to give it to her, "Boss, what's wrong with you today? Or did I make you angry when I did something wrong?" I wanted to scare her like this.

"What can I have?" Song Jingxing angrily opened the car door and got into the co-pilot, "If you like to drive, you can drive."

Is this right? Cong Xin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't look like him just now.

Song Jingxing glared at her fiercely.

Cong Xin became more and more relaxed.

Just when he walked halfway, Song Jingxing's phone rang.

Seeing that Song Jingxing's face was not good, Cong Xin hurriedly turned off the music.

Song Jingxing said a few words and then died, then said an address and asked Cong Xin to drive over.
Chapter completed!