Chapter 218 Liang Jincong’s handwritten letter of confession
Outsiders and netizens only know that the prince of Hong Kong's wealthy family is surnamed Liang, and those in the circle who know him only call him Mr. Liang.
But his name is rarely exposed to the public eye.
She read the entry over and over again.
Chest burning.
Tears were also welling up in his eyes.
After a while, I clicked in.
"Liang has been fond of Meng Ying for a long time. He and Ms. Song are family acquaintances, but they have only met each other and talked occasionally. They have a normal relationship and have already informed the other party. Thirty years ago, he met Meng Ying in Hongjiang City, and at first glance The heart is moved, pursuing in every possible way, and finally getting results, only love, this ambition remains unswerving. ”
This is an account named L. The account is very new. It looks like it was just registered. It posted a picture.
It seems like I just registered an account just to post this.
Handwritten letter.
The handwriting is crisp and regular.
Traditional Chinese characters.
There is his signature at the bottom of the letter, with the words Liang Jincong.
His personal seal was also added.
This private seal almost proves his identity, no one can doubt it!
The name is very neatly engraved in three dimensions on the red ink pad.
An extremely formal handwritten letter.
And this hot search was placed at the top of the hot search.
Very capable.
As long as someone clicks on this entry, they can see Liang Jincong’s Weibo.
Meng Ying also saw that the other party had already paid attention to her.
She will return immediately.
Then, forwarded this one.
He sent a cat emoji.
The comment section for both was flooded.
This time, the reviews were almost all positive.
More blessings.
But there are many.
"Ah, won't Mr. Liang enter the entertainment industry?"
"Will you be a guest star in Director Meng's movie? It would be a waste if this face doesn't appear on the big screen."
"Please take a high-definition uncensored selfie of Meng Ying and Liang Jincong!"
“Spreading flowers emoticon package.”
And Meng Ying's comment area.
"Sister, the top heroine! The box office of her first movie exceeded 700 million (estimated to be 1 billion), and she sleeps with the prince of a wealthy family! All girls!! Learn from you!"
"Publish a book, sister!!"
"Don't take a break this year, join the team quickly, and you can make two more movies!"
“Is there any high-definition uncensored selfie with Jiugongge?”
"Wife." "Who the hell is upstairs?"
“The prince got stuck in the comments section and openly called his wife?!”
"It's so dazzling. The prince's profile picture was blank before, but now it will be replaced by Meng Ying's!"
"Are all rich people so love-minded? Who is talking about such a love-minded person?"
"You look so cool and aura is so strong, you actually come to the comment section and call me wifey!"
"Ah, ah, he can still use such a cute expression!"
Meng Ying also swallowed her saliva and watched as a comment with 70,000 to 80,000 likes became the first one in her comment area in just a short time.
L: Wife [cat head jpg]
Meng Ying was about to faint.
Woo! Was he taken away?
The hot searches were shuffled in an instant, and all negative hot searches were removed. Song Zhiqiu lamented that she didn’t know how much power she had spent. This was no longer an ordinary power. Even if she had money, she couldn’t achieve it in such a short time. Remove all negative trending searches, and it seems that in an instant, the negative public opinion has been pressed on the pause button and disappeared.
Song Weiqiang was scolded and immediately activated a piece of protection.
Immediately, Song Weiqiang's best friend came out to speak, "Weiqiang didn't say anything, you guys just made wild guesses. I feel really sorry for Weiqiang. Weiqiang is not the kind of person who is entangled. She has a straightforward personality. After knowing that Mr. Liang has a crush on her, she You have given up on this relationship, and now you are attacking and insulting Wei Qiang, and insulting such a just and kind girl. Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”
Soon her best friend’s Weibo also fell into the trap.
But netizens immediately caught the bright spot, "Giving up voluntarily. It seems that Mr. Liang revealed through an interview with Hong Kong media last year that he was pursuing Meng Ying. But this year, Song Weiqiang's Weibo often posted some men's watches, ties, and... Asking fans to help choose a gift for the man they like very much, fans guessed it was Mr. Liang in the comment area. Song Weiqiang did not deny it, but acquiesced. It turned out to be a top-notch green tea.”
Song Weiqiang's face was self-defeating and she logged out of Weibo that day.
Meng Ying called Liang Jincong but didn't answer the call. Meng Ying thought he must be busy, so she calmed down and started her work.
Song Zhiqiu also told herself on WeChat that she should not pay attention to things on the Internet. The popularity among netizens over eating melons would pass in a few days, and all negative public opinions would be suppressed, which would have no impact on the movie. She also sent several scripts to her mailbox. If there is a suitable project that her company will start this year, she can cooperate with Meng Ying for a second time.
Meng Ying has also gained momentum because of this movie, and she has received many film offers one after another in the past few days.
She is very cautious when choosing scripts, and does not offer too high a salary. She values a good script and story more.
"Meng Ying, your Mr. Liang's skill is too good. He can be removed when hot searches say it should be removed, and suppressed when public opinion says it should be removed. I was moved by his handwritten letter."
Listening to Song Zhiqiu's voice, Meng Ying held her breath slightly and opened Weibo again. The hot search was still high. Meng Ying clicked in and looked at the first Weibo post at the top of the hot search, Liang Jincong's handwritten letter. She read it again and again. She could memorize these few lines of words once and for all. Looking at his handwriting, Meng Ying rarely saw him write before, but she heard him say that he had been practicing calligraphy when he was a child, and he still maintains this habit now. She knew that his handwriting must be very good. nice.
She couldn't help but take a signature pen and imitate his handwriting on the paper.
Imitate this passage.
This ambition remains unchanged.
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Hong Kong, Deep Water Bay.
Liang House.
Liang Jincong came to the living room. As soon as he walked in, he took off his suit and handed it to the servant. He raised his hand to loosen the Windsor knot and said, "Is my mother back?"
Ying Songqi brought afternoon tea to Mrs. Chen's house to play mahjong together this afternoon. It's now five o'clock in the afternoon and she hasn't come back yet, but she has received a notice from Housekeeper Li in the kitchen. Mrs. Liang is already on the way. The summer days are long. Dinner is between six and six-thirty, and the kitchen has prepared dishes that Mrs. Liang likes.
Only every Saturday, during the Liang family's family banquet, the family would gather together to eat. The Liang residence was very large. In normal times, we rarely even meet, especially Liang Xianli. He is only at Liang's house on Saturdays a week. At other times, he only calls for important matters.
Liang Jincong just went upstairs to Liang Chongshan's study. The grandfather and grandson played a game of chess. About six o'clock, the sound of a vehicle engine came from the window, and the chess game came to an end.
The outcome remains undecided.
The deadlock was difficult to break, and both of them had backup options.
Liang Jincong stood up first, with a somewhat respectful look on his face, and waved the butler in to serve tea to the old man, and then said, "Grandpa, I'm going downstairs to see my mother."
Liang Chongshan nodded, and after Liang Jincong left, he lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and said to the housekeeper, "My grandson is my most satisfactory heir."
The housekeeper smiled and said, "I see your reflection in the Third Young Master."