The host is irritable every day

Chapter 6 Tender grass eats old cows (6)

A quarter past three.

The air conditioning temperature in the lounge is comfortable, and the cool and quiet environment is very suitable for resting.

On the sofa, Qi Wan crossed her legs and leaned against the back of the sofa like cartilage, her eyelids drooped, her head shook slightly occasionally, and she was about to fall asleep.

In an instant, the closed door of the lounge suddenly opened with a "click", and the receptionist opened the door to welcome Jiang Yan in.

As soon as he stopped walking inside, Xiao Liu just finished assembling a set of shooting equipment. He glanced at Jiang Yan who was indifferent and speechless, and hurriedly shook Qi Wan awake.

"Miss Wan, miss Wan, wake up, Boss Jiang is here..."

Qi Wan rubbed the center of his brows with his palms, his furrowed brows filled with anger and resentment.

She straightened up slowly, slowly opened one eye to test, glanced sideways, and immediately opened both eyes, and stood up with a "scratch".

In her heart, she said "I'll go", as if she had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's guts, she called the person by his name: "Jiang Yan?!"

Xiao Liu trembled from being frightened by her, and the light baffle he was holding with his fingertips "slapped" to the ground.

Even the smiling expression that Lian Lian had been maintaining all the time also faded away.

Jiang Yan held his pockets and looked at her. Except for a moment of unnoticeable surprise on his brows, his face remained the same indifferent and distant look: "Is it you?"

It never occurred to him that she would be a reporter.

After all, her behavior that day...has nothing to do with the image of an entertainment reporter.

Now it seems that she is a reporter who can pretend, doing those stupid things on purpose, saying those beautiful words in order to lure him into being fooled, so that she can catch him.

In short, stars and reporters in the entertainment circle have always been incompatible.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan looked at her with cold eyes.

Qi Wan blinked twice and finally recovered from the special temper after getting up.

She stroked her ponytail that was tied high, with a smile on her face: "What a coincidence."

"We meet again, Jiang Yingdi."

Yo.

Qi Wan raised her eyebrows slightly, and scanned him up and down.

Black suit, long legs, a valuable watch on the left wrist, deliberately combed hairstyle, dark and deep starry eyes, high nose bridge and thin lips, the face is undeniably good-looking.

Today's dress is as formal as going to a dinner party, and I will give myself a high score for being stunning.

"It turns out that Reporter Qi and our President Jiang know each other."

The face of the receptionist finally recovered some blood, trying to find a common topic.

"I haven't seen any women outside Mr. Jiang's circle..."

Before the endless gossip was finished, the receptionist felt a chill down his spine, and swallowed the word "friend" stiffly.

Jiang Yan withdrew his cold gaze, stepped forward with long legs, and sat on the single sofa elegantly while adjusting his suit.

The voice was cold and he said two words: "Trouble."

The receptionist lowered his head, and was so scolded that he dared not make a sound.

It seems that the actor has a really bad temper, he treats everyone the same.

Qi Wan took a sip of mineral water, puffed her cheeks, picked up two microphones in her hand to connect, and chuckled sullenly.

Then she will forgive him for the time being.

"Hey, microphone."

Qi Wan casually handed him one, and the moment Jiang Yan's hand grasped the microphone firmly, she stretched her fingertips forward calmly, and deliberately rubbed against him like a kitten. skin on the back of the hand.

At the inexplicable touch, Jiang Yan's hand holding the microphone froze for half a minute, her Adam's apple tightened and slid, and then it was quickly pulled out of her hand.

Feeling slightly annoyed, she raised her head and wanted to warn others, but Qi Wan was greeted with a smile with curled lips against the light, the end of her eyes hooked, and her lips seemed drunk but not drunk.

She was sitting directly across from him.

The girl is wearing a simple white T-shirt and denim overalls today. Her high ponytail is neat and clean, and the sideburns left on both sides are just the right length, highlighting her heroic appearance.

The light make-up is pure and beautiful, but the natural hooked fox eyes have a hint of charm, which makes it a unique combination.

Under the golden sun, the fair skin seemed to cast a shadow on itself.

Jiang Yan seemed unable to be angry.

Looking down, he pressed the microphone switch button to test the sound. After the two confirmed that there was no problem, Xiao Liu lifted the light shield, and the receptionist was responsible for pressing the camera button, and the interview began.

Today's interview is actually a step-by-step process, conducting some simple interviews with Jiang Yan personally.

After all, just a few days ago, the company had sent people to take a panoramic shot and a detailed shot of the internal introduction of Jianggan Film and Television Group.

According to the company's requirements, Qi Wan needs to complete two interviews, work and personal.

When Jiang Yan answered work questions, he basically gave answers from the textbooks in the entertainment industry. Qi Wan took notes one by one, and finally finished the answers in the work section.

"Mr. Jiang is worthy of being the actor who has been awarded for five years in a row, and his serious and strict attitude towards his work is admirable.

Next, there are issues about your private life that your fans and fans want to know—”

Qi Wan turned the pages of the book in her hand and looked at the tricky questions on it. She pursed her lips slightly and paused for about half a second.

She suppressed her smile to watch the excitement, raised the microphone again, and solemnly asked the first question to the man opposite.

"Mr. Jiang, according to the news, you were once confessed to by a boy in middle school. Is it true?"

"Correct."

"Then what do you think about b·l?"

As soon as Qi Wan finished speaking, the entire lounge fell silent.

It's like hearing a needle fall.

The receptionist stood quietly behind the camera, not daring to swallow his saliva, and his breathing seemed to stop for a moment.

Could this little reporter want to challenge BOSS’s bottom line...?
Jiang Yan had no expression on his face. He held the microphone with the tip of his index finger and scratched the outer shell. He remained silent for a long time.

Qi Wan also tightened her grip on the notebook to embolden herself.

Although this is what the general public wants to know, the person sitting across from her is not an ordinary person. When she asked such a question, she was somewhat apprehensive.

After a while, Jiang Yan's Adam's apple rolled, and he responded truthfully to his answer in English: "ln front of love, regardless of gender."

Then, he looked at her coldly.

Qi Wan's gaze subtly dodged, and she pursed her lips.

She understood what Jiang Yan meant, and she deliberately used English.

Fortunately, she was not a scumbag when she was in school. She could understand English and understand what people said.

Qi Wan also didn't want to be too extreme.

Directly record this sentence in English into the notebook, and then type in the subtitles.

Soon to the penultimate question.

"Mr. Jiang, you have been in the entertainment industry for almost ten years, but there are very few scandals. Everyone wants to know, what kind of girl do you like?"

Qi Wan raised her eyebrows slightly, this was what she wanted to know.

He said what type he likes, and she will change into that type to attack.

Jiang Yan: "I..."

Qi Wan opened her eyes wide, looking forward to Jiang Yan's opening, and then, the words that came made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave for a moment.

"Don't think about girlfriends now."

Qi Wan: "..."

The hand holding the microphone was very tight.

The burning fire in his throat kept rising.

If it weren't for the camera, she would have wanted to point at his nose and yell.

Holding back her anger, Qi Wan took a deep breath, and the corners of her lips were professionally twitched: "Then you... will always have it in the future."

As if retaliating for the sharp question she asked before, Jiang Yan said with a smile that was not a smile: "Let's talk about the future."

(End of this chapter)