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Sang Tian didn¡¯t go home and took Pin Mingyue directly back to Taili.
She knew that Grace had been planning for so long, and there was no way she would be willing to let go of this opportunity to tease her.
She also immediately gave Wansheng Public Relations permission, asking them to pay attention to public opinion and communicate at any time, and prepare materials for counterattack, just in case.
Facts have proved that she was not overly worried, but that she understood Grace¡¯s fateful personality very well. When the hot discussion on the Internet reached its climax, a group of rhythmic voices suddenly appeared.
¡°I was at the New Year¡¯s Eve party, and it seemed that Grace¡¯s skirt fell off!¡±
¡°Meng Yi really didn¡¯t mean to steal the limelight, he was very gentlemanly and helped Grace block the camera!¡±
Pin Mingyue heard this voice immediately and showed her phone to Sang Tian. Sang Tian's eyes turned cold and she called Wansheng Public Relations directly and said, "The plan can start."
"Okay, Director Sang, the information is all ready. I will monitor public opinion at any time and find the right opportunity to send it out!"
"good."
Sang Tian hung up the phone and said to Pin Mingyue: "Thank you for your hard work, dear, we can go home and have a good sleep now."
Pin Mingyue¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°Go home?¡±
"Isn't it? Looking at this rhythm, Grace found someone to lead her. You don't have to guess the next scene. It must be slowly revealing that you bullied her, pulled her dress and made her embarrassed in public, and then It implies that your character has collapsed, you are cruel and ruthless, and you can destroy flowers with ruthless hands"
"Okay, okay~"
Sang Tian put the small bag on Pin Mingyue's back, pushed her to turn around, and interrupted her nagging: "You have already said that there is no need to guess the next drama, so what are we waiting for? You listen to me and answer You can sleep wherever you want at home, no problem.¡±
Pin Mingyue twisted her neck and looked at her, and then said: "I know you have a plan again, hey, I am so stupid, I am really sleepy"
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Sang Tian returned home. As soon as she entered the house, she felt keenly that something was not right about the atmosphere at home.
It¡¯s so depressing.
She looked at Luan Chengyan who was sitting on the sofa and staring at the computer, took the initiative to walk over, and said softly: "What's wrong with Mr. Luan?"
"Why do you ask?" Luan Chengyan's voice was condensed.
Sang Tian took the initiative to hook his neck: "If you didn't do anything, why didn't you even look at me when I entered the house?"
Luan Chengyan slammed the computer shut and then raised his narrow eyes to look at her: "Does it matter whether I can look at you or not?"
¡°It¡¯s important, of course it¡¯s important~¡±
Sang Tian also rubbed her head into his neck, acting like a baby.
The servants at home hurriedly ran around like a whirlwind
As soon as the wife acts coquettishly, the husband surrenders, the condensed atmosphere in the house suddenly changes, and the iceberg melts into a rushing spring water
You probably don¡¯t have to guess what¡¯s going to happen next, but you must seize the time to avoid it
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Three minutes later, Sang Tian was hugged by Luan Chengyan and placed on the bed in the bedroom, laughing and cursing
Then the two of them lay hunched on the bed, and he hugged her from behind. His voice was gentle and rare for outsiders: "Someone sent me a message, alluding to you and Meng Yi."
It turns out that¡¯s why
Sang Tian probably guessed it.
¡°You¡¯ve known about Meng Yi and me before.¡± She smiled.
Luan Chengyan deliberately rubbed the hand on her belly, which made her beg for mercy again and again: "Okay, what can happen to Meng Yi and me? Really."
"I want to hear the truth." Luan Chengyan's voice became serious.
Sang Tian took a breath, turned back to face him, and said: "To be honest, I have some doubts about Meng Yi's identity" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com