PDLP Chapter 230 What? Do you dare to kill me?
Chapter 230 What? Do you dare to kill me?
"Impossible, Ji Cheng can't be dead! I have been in contact with my boyfriend for a long time, and he has been fine!"
Song Wanwan didn't believe it at all.
She glared at the director in dissatisfaction and said, "Director, are you kidding me? Show me the news you mentioned, and also show me the photo of the dead Ji Cheng!"
"Oh, their family is very famous in Hong Kong. Just search online and you can easily find news about the Ji family."
The director said earnestly, "Wanwan, your boyfriend is definitely not the grandson of the Hong Kong tycoon Ji's family. He may be from Hong Kong and also have this name. You should be careful. You are the eldest daughter of the Song family. Maybe he is approaching you with a fake identity in order to defraud the Song family of their money!"
Look at you, you invested so much money to promote his company, but he didn't know where the money came from. If anything goes wrong with the company, it will be troublesome!"
The director didn’t know that Song Wanwan was not a member of the Song family. She thought that the sponsorship fees were paid by Song Wanwan on behalf of Ji Cheng.
Song Wanwan was a little dazed and hadn't yet digested what the director said.
She quickly searched the Internet for news related to the Ji family, and then found what the director said.
There are photos of Ji Cheng before his death on the Internet, and he looks exactly like the Ji Cheng that Song Wanwan saw. Song Wanwan had also seen Ji Cheng's ID card and passport before, and the identity information on them was correct.
When Song Wanwan saw the news content described online, she thought of Ji Cheng’s face and it was about to fall!
Could it be that his face was not his own?
Who is he then?!
A chill ran down Song Wanwan's spine.
Seeing that she didn't respond, the director came over to find other people and returned the mask to Song Wanwan.
As soon as he came over, He Rou said, "Director, does Wanwan want to sponsor you? She used that facial mask on me yesterday, and it was really good. You can try this sponsorship."
Jiang Nanxi stared at her face and asked curiously, "Did you use it on your face last night?"
"correct."
He Rou glanced at Song Shiting beside her, smiled and said, "Wanwan is Shiting's sister, the things she gave me must be good things, of course I used them at the first opportunity.
I had two pimples on my face, but they healed immediately after using the mask. I felt like I was a shade whiter when I woke up this morning, and I look even better without makeup.”
But in Jiang Nanxi's eyes, He Rou, a living person, had a smell of corpse.
She couldn't help but say, "You've become one degree whiter, the color of a dead person, right? Don't use that facial mask anymore. If you keep using it, you'll really become a dead person."
Jiang Nanxi's words sounded a bit sarcastic at first, and He Rou's face changed on the spot.
He Rou said dissatisfiedly, "How can you talk like that? Just because this mask was given to me by Wanwan, you have to find fault with it? I know you and Wanwan don't have a good relationship, but there's no need to be so petty!"
After He Rou finished speaking, she looked at Song Shiting beside her and said, "Wanwan is worthy of being the daughter of the Song family. She has a superb business acumen just like Mr. Song.
Mr. Song, the cosmetics company that this mask belongs to is invested by Wanwan, right? She has a really good vision. I believe that after this mask is launched on the market, it will definitely become a hot item in the beauty industry this year. "
Hearing the words "Song family daughter", Song Shiting's face darkened on the spot, and he said unceremoniously, "With her IQ, what kind of business acumen can she have? You think too much."
This is quite impolite.
If an ordinary artist said something like this to another guest on a variety show, he would probably be scolded to death by netizens.
He Rou didn't expect him to say this about his sister Song Wanwan, and wondered if the relationship between these two siblings was not good?
She thought for a while and said, "Mr. Song, Wanwan is a member of the Song family after all, so her IQ must not be that bad. Maybe you are too strict with her."
Song Shiting: "Haha."
Song Shiting's cold laugh choked He Rou's remaining words.
But she then thought that she was Song Shiting's date guest. If this variety show could resolve the conflict between the brother and sister, maybe Song Shiting would look at her differently.
At this time, Song Wanwan walked over absentmindedly and sat on the other side of He Rou.
He Rou saw this and thought that she was sad because of Song Shiting's evaluation, so she comforted her.
"Wanwan, don't be discouraged. No matter how pessimistic others are about your facial mask, I will support you. I believe this facial mask will definitely sell well."
"thank you."
Song Wanwan thought about it, and then handed the box of facial masks in her hand to He Rou, "Then these are for you as well. Can you do a live broadcast tonight to help promote it for me?"
"Of course you can!"
He Rou took her arm and said, "When I first saw you, I felt that we had a connection and wanted to be good sisters. I must help you with this!
Besides, this mask is useful, and it’s a good thing to let more people know about it!”
Jiang Nanxi was sitting across the table. Seeing the two of them holding hands intimately, she said playfully, "This mask should be made of corpse oil. You two are so close, remember to buy two rows of cemeteries. When you die and become ghosts, you can come out and play hand in hand together."
He Rou's smile froze on her face.
Song Wanwan remained silent, but He Rou said unhappily, "Can you stop being such a downer? You're either cursing this or cursing that all day long. Can't you bear to see others do well?
How could a facial mask be made of corpse oil? Where does corpse oil come from? You lie without even thinking! You just lie without thinking! "
Jiang Nanxi grinned, "Friends who often kill people should know that it is easy to kill someone but difficult to dispose of the body. Seventy percent of the body is water. If the body is squeezed dry and refined into oil, it can be several times lighter, which is conducive to disposing of more bodies at one time."
Liu Qingyan nodded, "Yes, we suggest that after burying the body, we plant endangered plants on it, so that no one will dare to dig this land, because digging endangered plants is illegal."
Jiang Nanxi looked at him with satisfaction, "Yanzi, it seems that you have been studying the little tricks I taught you to kill people seriously. Today, I will teach you another little tip, which is how to deal with the squeezed corpse oil."
Liu Qingyan: "How to deal with it?"
Jiang Nanxi: "Add corpse oil to cosmetics and sell them to people with low IQs, so that when their faces turn pale like a dead person, they will think the mask has a miraculous effect.
If you tell them they are dying, they will think you are jealous of their fair skin and beauty.
Everyone looked at He Rou.
Only then did He Rou realize that Jiang Nanxi and Liu Qingyan were singing the same tune and mocking her.
Under the gaze of everyone, her face couldn't help but get hot, and she said angrily, "Jiang Nanxi, I think you are jealous that Wanwan made such a good mask!"
Jiang Nanxi: "See, people like them won't doubt me, they will just say that I'm jealous of her."
He Rou: "I'm saying that you are jealous of Wanwan!"
Jiang Nanxi: "I dare not say that I am jealous of her, but I have to say that I am jealous of Song Wanwan, what a green tea."
He Rou: "What do you mean I don't dare to say you are jealous of me? I didn't even want to say it! Also, who are you saying is old?!"
Jiang Nanxi: "You have already stepped half a step into the coffin, aren't you old?
You will have corpse spots on your face tomorrow. Even the old ladies in my orphanage don’t have them.”
He Rou: "You are making personal attacks and spreading rumors! How can you be so vicious? I didn't say anything about you!"
Jiang Nanxi: "Yeah, yes, old milk tea. How is it? Otherwise, you can just beat me to death."
He Rou: ???
Who the hell are you calling Old Milk Tea? !
He Rou was so angry that she wanted to overturn the table, but she found that Song Shiting gave her a cold look.
Song Shiting spoke slowly, and his words made her expression change.