Advertising shooting scene—

Whether it was the person involved, Han Jiaren, or Lin Shiling who was watching the joke on the side, the others guessed the beginning correctly, but they didn't guess the result correctly.

No one expected that Song Zhichao did not help Han Jiaren with mercy, but instead took an ice bucket and poured Han Jiaren's head with ice cubes and ice water.

In an instant, Han Jiaren was completely condensed.

She stared at Song Zhichao blankly.

Lin Shiling smiled and looked at Song Zhichao silently.

The advertising director looked embarrassed: "President Song is this..."

Lin Shiling said: "No need to film, this scene is over."

Advertising Director: “Uh, is that?”

Looking at Song Zhichao again, he turned around and said to the advertising director: "Do you still shoot?"

The advertising director who had received Lin Shiling's instructions quickly shook his head like a rattle, "No need! No need!"

"Since I don't need it, I'll take her away." Song Zhichao then took Han Jiaren's shoulder and left the shooting scene.

A group of people watched them silently.

Lin Shiling suddenly said behind, "I'm sorry, President Song, I didn't expect you to know each other."

Song Zhichao looked back at Lin Shiling and smiled and said, "Thank you too. It's very exciting for arranging such a play."

Lin Shiling: "It's good that you like it."

Song Zhichao didn't say anything else. At this time, Quan Wulie had already driven the car over.

Song Zhichao arranged for Han Jiaren to get on the car.

Han Jiaren was wet and shivering all over, "Wet your car..."

"Don't worry about the car for now, get on." Song Zhichao pushed her and pushed her onto the car.

...

Once you get on the bus—

Han Jiaren turned her head and said to Song Zhichao: "You have colluded, right?"

Song Zhichao ordered Quan Wulie to drive.

Quan Wulie asked where to go.

Song Zhichao said to go home.

After saying this, Song Zhichao turned his head and answered Han Jiaren: "I said you don't believe me?"

"My ears are not deaf," said Han Jiaren, "You thanked her for arranging such a good show - I was beaten up, are you very happy, are you?"

"I said you don't believe it?"

"You always make me believe in you, but you don't even have any sincerity."

"How to do it to be sincere?"

"At least you take off your coat first and give it to me - I'm almost frozen to death!" Han Jiaren's lips trembled, and her whole body was curled up in the car, looking like a cat being poured by heavy rain.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Then he unbuttoned his clothes, took off his suit, and threw it to Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren hurriedly put her suit on her body and said, "It's still cold."

Song Zhichao looked at himself, "If I take off my clothes again, I will only have my pants left..."

"I didn't ask you to take off your clothes, turn on the heating - there is always heating in your car, right?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

"Okay, the heating doesn't need to be turned on anymore. I guess I'm already cold before the car gets hot - where are you going to take me?"

"Of course it's going home."

"You want me to die!" Han Jiaren reacted very much, "Please, I was so cold that I was poured by six buckets of ice water. If you don't find a place to settle me quickly, you will have to drive it to you for thirty or forty minutes to go home - you might as well let me freeze to death."

Song Zhichao: “…”

Before Song Zhichao could speak, Han Jiaren sneezes when she sneezes with a cryogenic sound.

"I don't care. This sixth barrel is poured on my head. You are the indirect murderer. If I die of a cold or fever, or if I die of pneumonia, I will ask you for my life... How can I do it? I will wear a red dress, then crawl into your chimney in the middle of the night, and say to you on the bed, "Give me my life back!"

Song Zhichao: "Are you sure? Not Merry Christmas?"

Han Jiaren: "...? What a joke, I'll take you to live, and have a Merry Christmas!"

Song Zhichao spread his hands: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"How to do it? Of course, I'll warm me up as soon as possible! Now my blood is about to drop to freezing point, and my eight extraordinary meridians are also in a semi-freezing state. According to your Hong Kong martial arts, I can almost practice "Xuanming Divine Palm" now."

"You also read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

“Uh, researched.”

"Who do you like?"

"Zhang Wuji."

"Where is a woman?"

"Zhao Min." Han Jiaren felt something was wrong after saying that, "Hey, what are you doing? Let you find a way to save me, and you are chatting with me!"

"I'm diverting your attention - do you feel cold?"

"You're not cold!" Han Jiaren began to sway her whole body again.

"I can give you warmth - but I can't hold you in my arms, right?" Song Zhichao looked at Han Jiaren, who was wet and dressed in gauze, and almost exposed in her curves, and couldn't help swallowing.

Under Song Zhichao's shiny eyes, Han Jiaren subconsciously shrank her body: "I think beautifully! Also, what are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything."

"I didn't see anything, you were still staring at me just now?"

"Have I stared at you?"

"Stay."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Then just stare at it."

"Look, you admit it." Han Jiaren felt something was wrong after saying that, and stared at Song Zhichao wide-eyed: "Are you chatting with me again?"

Song Zhichao: "I tried to divert your attention again - isn't it much better?"

Han Jiaren: “…”

Blinked, and then: "Let me die!"

Bang the head and hit it hard.

Song Zhichao: "What are you doing?"

"It's better to kill yourself by you and freeze to death by ice water."

"Then please hit your head in the car - now you hit my chest, cough cough, it's very likely that you are not dead yet, I'll be killed by you first!" Song Zhichao said.

Han Jiaren said, "Tsk, stingy! You can't even hit your chest!"

...

Quan Wulie, who was driving in front, was driving seriously to eliminate all information behind him. After all, as a private driver, he deeply understood that some things should not be listened to, and those should not be read.

However, Song Zhichao and Han Jiaren's "flirting" made him unable to help laughing out loud.

As soon as the laughter came out, Quan Wulie thought to himself, "Oh no!"

Just when Quan Wulie was scared, Han Jiaren suddenly shouted from behind: "Stop!"

With a creaking sound, Cadillac stopped on the side of the road.

Song Zhichao: "What are you doing?"

Han Jiaren pointed outside: "Sweat steaming room! There is a sweat steaming room there!"

Song Zhichao also saw it.

Sweat steam room is everywhere in South Korea and is also the favorite place for many Korean people to visit.

Like Han Jiaren now, it would be much more comfortable if she could steam it in the sweat steaming room.

Seeing that Han Jiaren couldn't wait to get off the car.

Song Zhichao said to Quan Wulie: "Driving to help her buy a set of clothes." After that, he got off.

Quan Wulie: "..."

The question is that he doesn't know how big the size of clothes Han Jiaren wears.

He is a rough man. He used to be a detective. Not to mention buying clothes for women, he never even bought a headband.

Could it be that this is the punishment for his laughter just now?
Chapter completed!