Rebirth in the 90s: The Lucky Wife Has Space

Chapter 882
"I know, I'm trying to find a way." Ji Ziang's news came back quickly.

Ji Yuanyuan sighed.

Seeing this, Qin Haowen said: "You don't have to worry too much, Shenghe's public relations department is already working overtime, and Lin Zhi will definitely not sit idly by."

Ji Yuanyuan took a deep breath and tried to make himself look more relaxed: "Thank you, Mom and Dad, for letting you worry about it."

Cheng Shuqin looked at Ji Yuanyuan with some distress: "We are all a family, let's not talk about that."

Coming up from downstairs, Tangtang was still asleep.

She had showered and changed into her pajamas.

Seeing Ji Yuanyuan, he moaned and asked Ji Yuanyuan to tell her a story.

Just as Ji Yuanyuan was about to step forward, Qin Mucheng held her shoulder.

After giving Ji Yuanyuan a reassuring look, Qin Mucheng stepped forward to discuss with Tangtang: "Mom is very tired today, can Dad tell you a story?"

Although Tangtang was a little displeased, seeing Ji Yuanyuan's tired expression, she nodded reluctantly.

Qin Mucheng took the fairy tale book from the bedside, opened the page with the bookmark, and began to tell Tangtang a bedtime story.

It's a bit late today, Tangtang didn't listen for a few minutes, and fell asleep soundly.

Qin Mucheng got up from her little bed lightly and went back to the master bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Ji Yuanyuan was hugging the computer with a sad expression on his face.

He closed the door gently, and asked in a low voice, "Has the public opinion on the Internet started to ferment?"

Ji Yuanyuan raised his head from the computer and rubbed his forehead: "Well, my second brother is now in the limelight, and he can be considered a celebrity. PR doesn't work anymore, and now the Internet is full of news about him."

The program team specially gave the newspaper a feature, Ji Ziang's identity was too easy to pick up.

Last year, Ji Ziang won several world-class awards one after another, attracting much attention.

He's old and came back from an injury.Most importantly, he is really good-looking.

The club has been promoting Ji Ziang to attract fans.

Therefore, Ji Ziang became popular after the year.

Even people who don't pay attention to the racing circle know Ji Ziang.

Even Lin Nan asked her for a few signed photos of Ji Ziang a few days ago, saying that it was for the company's employees as a benefit.

She lowered her head and flicked the mouse.

"Oh my god, isn't this brother overturning his car too quickly? It's been a few days since I fell in love with him."

"Fortunately, I haven't had time to spend money on him yet."

"Why didn't this kind of person die in the racing field? He earned so much money a year and didn't give a penny to his father. He wanted to save it for the next life?"

"Garbage Ji Ziang, hurry up and die, it's better to give birth to a piece of barbecued pork."

Ji Yuanyuan frowned, moved the mouse to these two comments, and clicked report one by one.

These people, who have never met the second brother, are able to say such hurtful words across the Internet.

It's hard for an upright official to decide on housework. It's ridiculous that these people believe Ji Jianguo after only listening to one side of the story.

Seeing this, Qin Mucheng stretched out his hand and closed Ji Yuanyuan's computer: "There are too many people like this. It's useless for you to report this point. You have to make an example."

Ji Yuanyuan raised his head and sighed: "I know, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Why are these people?Why curse the second brother to die?
Damn it, it's Ji Jianguo.

"Tomorrow, I will contact the legal department, pick a few who are the most scolding, and send a warning letter directly from the lawyer. It will probably have some effect." Qin Mucheng said in a low voice.

Ji Yuanyuan paused, then shook his head: "No."

Shenghe has just recovered from his breath, and was worried about the capital chain last year.

How could he have the spare energy to help the second brother deal with such a difficult problem?

(End of this chapter)