Drifting Towards You

Yang Shuo was still calm, frowning and said: "Calm down, why don't you panic, you can see for yourself how many fans you have gained on Weibo, it is too difficult to rely on your strength to become popular according to your current reputation, and it's not bad now. Wait until After the fans have accumulated to a certain level, it will be fine. There are a few female stars who have not been tainted before."

Listening to Yang Shuo's words, Li Qingqing couldn't calm down.

She sat down on the ground, crying more and more fiercely: "You don't understand...you don't understand at all!"

If Brother Ziming knew about these things, what would she do?

She couldn't tell the evidence even if she had a mouth.

It's over...everything is over.

Yang Shuo frowned and said, "Such a little thing will hit you like this? At least how many people you have now can't dream of. Now you go out and talk about you, Li Qingqing, who doesn't know?"

Li Qingqing's eyes were red, and she raised her head and roared: "Who rarely pays attention to this! You promised me that there would be nothing wrong, and promised me that you would get the endorsement. Now? Everyone is spraying me now, I'm like crossing the street. Everyone shouts and beats like a mouse! You dare to say that this is a trivial matter!"

Yang Shuo was choked and said dissatisfied: "What I did is for your own good. As early as the beginning, I said that my methods would not be so pure."

"Huh, it's not that pure? If you let me get something, it's fine, but you will only make my reputation worse and worse! Yang Shuo, I think you are here to harm me, you want to send me Just fix it!" Li Qingqing stood up swayingly, demanding angrily.

Yang Shuo also got angry: "Oh, okay. Since you don't understand my agent so much, I won't take care of me. I want to see what kind of splash can be made by a female artist like you who wants nothing!"

When the words fell, Yang Shuo turned his head and left.

Li Qingqing stood in the studio in despair, and several employees cast their sights on her and explored.

Li Qingqing couldn't stand these gazes, and roared: "Get out! Get out of me! Get out!"

As he said, he smashed a landline at hand to the ground.

The studio was in a mess. Several staff members packed up and left in a hurry, looking at her as if they were looking at a lunatic.

Just then, Li Qingqing's cell phone rang.

The caller is Song Ziming.

Looking at the number, Li Qingqing burst into tears, but dared not answer it for a long time.

Brother Ziming...Brother Ziming...

The phone rang for a long time, but Li Qingqing finally didn't answer it.

After the phone was hung up, a text message came in from Song Ziming: At two o'clock in the afternoon, at the top floor coffee shop of the World Trade Center.

Li Qingqing sank and sat on the ground in a daze.

On the other hand, Su Xiangwan had a rare rest, so she urged Mu Beiting out to go shopping. After all, she hadn't had time to buy a lot of new clothes. For a person like her who pays attention to image, this is simply what she wants. Life.

In order to avoid premature exposure every year, every year the children were thrown to Mu Chenzhou.

At the World Trade Center, Mu Beiting is holding Su Xiangwan's hand and clasping his fingers tightly.

Wearing a pair of sunglasses and a hat, Su Xiangwan knew that he might still be found out, but he was no longer as frightened as he was before. Instead, he let him pull it, only feeling particularly at ease.

"Eat ice cream." After entering the mall, Su Xiangwan hadn't waited for a stroll, but he was greedy.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Cool."

Su Xiangwan immediately said shamelessly: "I will cover the heat for you to eat."

Mu Beiting glanced at her lightly, "I'm afraid you will be cold."