To Defeat Scum, You Must Start Early, My Lady

Chapter 29: I heard that a good man washes his wife

Ten o'clock in the morning.

Song Shan took Song Zhizhi, Ji Baijian, Nie Xiaofei and Yi Wenhan to the media meeting site, a high-end meeting hall with a lot of media and a little noisy.

As soon as they appeared, everyone was quiet.

Several people were sitting in the middle of the stage. Song Shan gave his assistant a look. Assistant Liu Zizhong cleared his throat and said, "Thank you very much for coming to Minister Song's private press meeting. The meeting will last about 30 minutes. Before you ask questions, Minister Song will give a positive explanation on some news during this period. I would like to invite Minister Song."

The audience burst into applause.

Song Shan took the microphone and said, "I am very grateful to participate in Song's media meeting during his busy schedule. This meeting will mainly clarify some news rumors about the Song family from the outside world. What I am talking about here is the truth, please today Don’t speculate afterwards."

The scene was extremely quiet.

Song Shan continued, "Regarding the relationship between my two daughters Song Zhizhi and Nie Xiaofei, I hereby solemnly reiterate that Song Zhizhi and Ji Baijian are married and will get married on the 18th of next month. This is an established fact. Regarding the rumors about Yi Wenhan and Zhizhi, everyone should also be very clear that Yi Wenhan has been in contact with Xiao Fei, and Zhizhi is just a classmate and just a friend. As for the indecent video that came out that day, the Song family will investigate and investigate. Use legal means to protect the privacy of my Song family!"

After all, Song Shan was a man in the political arena. He spoke sonorously and had his own prestige. After speaking, the hall was silent for quite a while.

Liu Zizhong stepped forward at the right time and said, "Now you can ask questions if you have any questions."

The reporter reacted and said, "Minister Song means that Miss Song has never dated Yi Wenhan, and the one that Yi Wenhan has been with has always been Miss Nie?"

"Yes." Song Shan nodded.

"Before then, it was rumored that Yi Wenhan proposed to marry him..."

"That was also a proposal to Yu Xiaofei, but he was taken out of context when he knew it."

"So now Miss Nie has agreed to Yi Wenhan's proposal?"

Song Shan paused and explained, "They are still young, and getting married is not a child's play. We will inform you as soon as possible if there is good news."

"Okay, thank you Minister Song." A reporter finished asking.

Another reporter hurriedly asked again, "Can I ask Ji Dashao a few questions?"

The corners of Ji Da's mouth raised slightly, "Please."

"As everyone knows, Ji Daxiao has studied abroad since he was a child, and rarely comes back. Is the marriage with Miss Song only because of the parents' appointment?"

The smile on the corner of Ji Baijian's mouth became more obvious, and his magnetic voice said, "Who said we are not true love?"

Instead, the reporter was dumbstruck by Ji Baijian's bluntness at that moment.

Song Zhizhi smiled next to him, admiring Ji Baijian's telling truths about lying.

"I'll share a little story with you." Ji Baijian said, "When I was young, I went to kindergarten. I was 5 years old and Zhizhi was 3 years old. At that time, the kindergarten was in mixed-age classes, which means that children of all sizes were in the same class. Know it in a class."

and then?

Everyone listened quietly.

At that moment, even Song Zhizhi was a little interested.

"Once I accidentally painted a watercolor pen on the white clothes that I knew, the teacher asked me to go home and wash her clothes clean." Ji Baijian's **** lips moved slightly, "Since then, I have deliberately almost every day Stain her clothes."

"Why?" The reporter wondered, "Do you think Miss Song was cute and bully at the time?"

"No." Ji Baijian smiled, his smile fascinated the sentient beings, "I heard that a good man is going to help his wife wash clothes."

The whole room roared with laughter.

It seems to tell a joke but it is sweet.

Song Zhizhi didn't have the slightest impression of this incident, but vaguely seemed to be able to remember that a little boy was always bullying her at that time.

"So, Young Master Ji and Miss Song are childhood sweethearts?" The reporter concluded.

Ji Baijian didn't answer, silence is the default.

"There are still the last 5 minutes, please hurry up, reporter friends who want to ask questions." Liu Zizhong reminded.

Another reporter hurriedly said, "I have a question for Mr. Yi Wenhan. I heard that you are an orphan studying on a scholarship and are preparing for the civil service exam. I also heard that you have always disliked contact with wealthy people. Now suddenly you are dating Miss Nie. Is it because Ms. Nie’s family background helps you develop in politics?"

Some aggressive questions made Yi Wenhan extremely embarrassed at that moment.

He steadily said, "I agree with Xiao Fei. The relationship is only affection and has nothing to do with others. Please don't trample on other people's feelings casually."

"I have always heard that you like Ms. Song, is it because Ms. Song has a good home for you to retreat?" The reporter continued to ask without fear of death.

Yi Wenhan's expression changed obviously, and his tone was not very good. "No, Song Zhizhi and I are just ordinary friends. I have been dating Xiao Fei all the time."

"Yes, I and Yi Wenhan are just friends." Song Zhizhi said, as if he was trying to relieve the siege, but only to clear the relationship. She said, "Yi Wenhan has been with my sister from beginning to end, and I am also I sincerely wish them to grow old."

The reporter also wanted to say more, Liu Zizhong interrupted directly, preparing to end the press conference.

At this time, a reporter suddenly said loudly, "It is said that Young Master Ji was unwell in a car accident when he was 18 years old. Doesn't Miss Song care?"

The question was vague, but still so sensitive that the whole hall was instantly stiff.

Song Shan turned his eyes and signaled Liu Zizhong to end the meeting, choosing to remain silent.

Song Zhizhi suddenly said at this time, "Are you referring to Ji Baijian's failure in his lower body?"

It was so blunt that the reporter who asked the question was shocked.

The hall is extremely quiet.

Song Zhizhi smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that everyone has a lot of misunderstandings about Ji Baijian. Just in front of this, I will also clarify for my Baijian. He is in good health. The car accident was very serious but no key parts were injured and there were no sequelae. Of course, I don’t blame everyone for the misunderstanding of him, after all, only I know how many animals he has!"

When the words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

The meaning of this sentence is that Ji Baijian and Song Zhizhi have privately decided for life?

The scene suddenly exploded.

"So what Miss Song means is that you and Young Master Ji are already worthy of the name, so eager to set the wedding date is something good has happened to Miss Song..." The reporter never thought it was too big.

Song Zhizhi didn't answer, he just acquiesced.

At this moment, Liu Zizhong strongly concluded the press conference.

The others left the scene under protection.

Song Shan went directly to the internal affairs compound with official duties.

Naturally, Song Zhizhi would not be with Yi Wenhan and Nie Xiaofei, she took the initiative to hold Ji Baijian's hand and sat in a car and left.

The two people who were alone together, Song Zhizhi had been watching Ji Baijian meaningfully, seeing that Ji Baijian was a little hairy.

"Say if you have anything." Ji Baijian said coldly.

The corner of Song Zhizhi's mouth twitched and he smiled with amorous feelings, "Ji Da Shao still wears a black suit."

Ji Bai turned his head and didn't answer.

"But you don't suffer. I know you don't like my clothes that are too revealing. Didn't you find that I am very conservative today?"

"Not enough." Ji Baijian was indifferent.

"What?" Song Zhizhi was surprised.