After being read, the fake daughter became the group's favorite

What happened to Jing Yi happened in full view of the public, and the news couldn't be hidden at all. Soon netizens knew that the owner of the silver-white car was Song Yuanye.

[What? ! Is that madman Song Yuanye? ! ]

[I remember Song Yuanye said before that he would go to the Open. I thought it would be over after his accident. ]

[! ! ! Song Yuanye, you are really sick! ]

[ah! ! ! ! My Jing Yiyi, nothing can happen to you! ]

[I heard that Jing Yiyi is still in the intensive care unit...]

[Where is Song Yuanye’s grandson? ! Isn't this worth one life? ! ]

[Already in, but the Jing family can’t spare time to get him now. Don’t worry, given how much the Jing family attaches great importance to Jing Yiyi, Song Yuanye will definitely not have it easy. ]

[So many pairs of eyes watching? The surveillance of the racing track can also be adjusted at any time, and he is deliberately causing harm! ]

[Jing Yiyi, please don’t let anything happen to you! ]

The identities of the bad artists and the suspects are different. If there were some fans of Song Yuanye who stuck to it before, then as soon as this news came out, everything that should have been dispersed was dispersed.

They can accept a bad actor, after all, it is a moral bad deed, but the suspect is different, that has crossed the bottom line, and such a person cannot get involved.

For a time, many fans spontaneously began to pray for Jing Yi.

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"What did you say? Jingyi was in a car accident?"

After hearing the news, Cheng Shu stood up suddenly, and the assistant girl beside him sighed.

"Yes, I heard that she is still in the intensive care unit. By the way, the person who hit her was Song Yuanye."

Before Cheng Shu could digest the last piece of news, he was once again shocked by the news that "Song Yuanye is the murderer."

She stood there blankly, and the assistant handed her the hot searches on her phone to look at.

After a long while, Cheng Shu received all the news. She frowned, "Didn't the company say that Song Yuanye should be refrigerated? Why would they send him to participate in a racing competition?"

Cheng Shu also heard about Song Yuanye's participation in the racing competition. It was nothing more than spending money. However, she thought that Song Yuanye had been exposed. According to the company's style, such a person should have little use value.

Why would you send money to throw money at such a 'racing driver'?

The assistant looked at her carefully and said, "I heard that Song Yuanye and Sister Zhao want to have a try in this competition."

What else doesn't Cheng Shu understand? It's just greed. He doesn't want to give up his top status, and he doesn't want his money tree to fall.

"What is the company going to do?"

Song Yuanye belonged to their company, and now the artist under his banner had made a fuss that injured the daughter of the Jing family. Now that he was still being controlled, she thought, the Jing family probably wouldn't let the company go, right?

"The company seems to be preparing to push Sister Zhao out."

Anyway, as long as it is said that the employees of the company make their own decisions and find someone to sacrifice, everything will basically be fine.

Cheng Shu sighed. It was indeed the company's routine operation, but it was the Jing family across the street.

She felt a little complicated and read a few more messages about Jing Yi's situation.

At this time, her manager came in. The mood in Cheng Shu's eyes changed slightly, and she quietly turned off her phone.

"Brother Chen, why are you here?"

Cheng Shu gave the assistant a wink, and the assistant nodded, secretly took the phone, and went out to prepare tea.

The agent sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like an uncle.

"Have you heard about the daughter of the Jing family?"

Cheng Shu's eyebrows flashed slightly and he pretended to be confused: "What's going on?"

The manager raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Cheng Shu, don't pretend to be stupid with me."

The assistant came in with tea and saw the unfriendly atmosphere between the two, which made him a little nervous for a moment.

Cheng Shu smiled, took the things from the assistant, and poured tea for the agent himself.

"From what you said, haven't I been worrying about Song Yuanye's affairs recently? I don't have time to pay attention to other things."

The manager stared at Cheng Shu for a while, not saying whether he believed it or not.

"Okay, I don't care if you know it or not. Something happened to Song Yuanye. The company means that he and his agent can't have him anymore."

Cheng Shu smiled on his face, "Congratulations to Brother Chen, now no one will stand on your head."

She also thought she would be happy. After all, she no longer had to ride on Song Yuanye's popularity, and she didn't have to worry about being scolded by Song Yuanye's fans.

It's just that I felt a little complicated for a while, maybe because the rabbit was dead and the fox was sad. Maybe one day I would be like this and be disposed of like 'trash'.

The manager held a cigarette in his mouth and waited for Cheng Shu to light it for him before slowly saying: "This is not why I came to you." Although he was indeed very happy.

"Song Yuanye is gone, and your popularity has not been raised." Cheng Shu's heart skipped a beat, wondering what tasks her manager would arrange for her.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the room was a bit suffocating, but Cheng Shu still smiled and said: "Brother Chen, I think the heat may not be suitable for me. You see, I will take the role..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by her agent unhappily, "Taking the role? Do you think I have this time to wait for you to become popular? Cheng Shu, I said, don't play tricks on me, the company can support you." Not to train you!"

Cheng Shu's smile froze and the corners of his mouth narrowed a bit. Signing a contract seemed like a 'deed of sale'.

The assistant in the corner looked at Cheng Shu worriedly.

The manager glanced at Cheng Shu and continued: "Were you there when Song Yuanye and Jing Yi met?"

Cheng Shu looked at him quietly and said, "Yes." So what did he want to do?

"Now something happened to the daughter of the Jing family. This is when you became famous. I gave you a few interviews. They were very interested in the situation at that time. You go and have a chat."

Cheng Shu suddenly felt very tired, oh! rub! rub! How long will she last?

She took a deep breath and said, "Brother Chen, the Jing family member is still in the intensive care unit!" The other person's life or death is uncertain. Now he is still thinking about sucking blood from her?

The manager looked at her strangely, "So what?" They didn't say anything, they just mentioned it. Besides, even if the Jing family really wanted to care about something, couldn't they just go to Cheng Shu?

Seeing that Cheng Shu had something to say, the manager became impatient. He blew out a smoke ring and stood up.

"Okay, just do whatever I ask you to do. Don't pretend to be a good person to me. If you haven't become popular for so long, do you think the company is paying you for nothing? By the way, there will be a drinking party in the evening. You go and get ready. "

The agent left, and the assistant quickly walked to Cheng Shu and said worriedly: "Sister Cheng Shu..."

Cheng Shu was still sitting there, his hands on his knees clenched quietly and his teeth clenched.

"Go to the damn bar to enjoy the heat, go to the damn bar! I've had enough!"

"Xiaoxiao, I quit, will you come with me?"

The assistant was stunned for a moment, then nodded firmly.

"But Sister Cheng Shu, what about the liquidated damages?" It was convenient for her to leave, but Cheng Shu signed the contract.

Cheng Shu sneered, asking her to make money for the company, but also sacrificing her? There is no such thing as such a good thing.

She is indeed not a good person, so there is still a little bit of evidence.

She's gambling.

Bet that the family of the girl who smiled at her would be willing to pull her out for this little bit of evidence that they could find with their little hands.