I raised the whole heaven

In front of the public, Chu Ci's performance has always been gentle and polite. He always wears a faint smile and doesn't need to talk too much. Just standing there makes people feel comfortable.Several reporters even said in private that Chu Ci should be the most tempered entertainer in the entertainment industry.

The next thing they blurt out is often, such a temper, how on earth did they agree with Jiang Xie's well-known gangster Yiba?

Today, however, this inherent concept is like a thin layer of white paper, and it was easily pierced—the good-tempered person they always thought suddenly removed their meek temperament, revealing their nakedness. The edge comes.

Hit the nail on the head.

aggressive.

The reporters holding the microphones looked at each other, and they couldn't help being a little surprised—only the speechless "Urban Weekly Entertainment" reporter who was questioned was unconvinced, and forced the microphones closer: "Please Don't change the subject! What we are asking about is your fans' cyber violence—"

"I'm sorry," Chu Ci slightly bent the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Your newspaper said that my fans committed cyber violence, did my fans really commit it? Your newspaper reported it back then Say I'm dead, but right now, I'm still standing here!"

He paused, and slowly looked around for a week at several media outlets who were pointing their cameras at him. Suddenly, his brows and eyes frowned, and he smiled again.

"Of course, I know that everyone has professional ethics. Without actual evidence, they will never stand up and talk nonsense, right? The company will post a corresponding lawyer's letter tonight. If you have relevant evidence in hand, I hope you can cooperate. Contact LC's legal department. But if, without any physical evidence, you can pour dirty water on my fans with just one mouth—"

"That's really embarrassing, we don't take the blame."

The assistant who heard the news also rushed over at this time, hurriedly separated the reporter with the bodyguards, and escorted Chu Ci to the car.Before getting into the car, Chu Ci turned his head again, holding the car door with a gentle smile: "Please also tell Ming Jing, if you are sick, you will always go to see him. I happen to know someone from the Imperial Capital Hospital." A psychiatrist can be regarded as a leader in the industry in China, if he doesn't dislike him, he should go see it, right?"

He turned his head and got into the car, slammed the car door, and shut out all the questions that followed.

The media reporters outside the car stared wide-eyed and were speechless for a while.After a long time, a tabloid reporter girl blinked and sighed in a trance: "He is completely different from what I imagined..."

How to say.

Simply stunning.

The matter of Chu Ci's anger at the reporter made the headlines that day, and it pushed him to the cusp of the storm.Several scolded media have put a lot of effort into the use of words, as if to portray Chuci as a big-name and messy overlord; however, one of them is a live broadcast, and the camera recorded the whole process.Under the proof of the entire video, the words suddenly appeared pale and weak, and their persuasive power was weakened a lot.

The fans who were maintained were naturally moved to tears:

[Did you hear what Ci Bao said?He said, we won't take the blame for this - it's us!us! !It's him and the fans! ! ! 】

【Obviously he didn't scold him, but Ci Bao still stood up woooooo... He's so nice, why am I even more sad? 】

In the comments, a fan answered her deeply and philosophically: [Because in this world, there is more evil than good. 】

After that, several artists who had a good personal relationship with him all stood up to speak for him, and Neves also stood up angrily and criticized: "That bright scene, at first glance, is... just the east. Frequent urination!"

Seeing these four characters, Chu Ci's bladder tightened inexplicably, and he almost knelt down to the earth-shattering Chinese level of my foreign friend.

He weakly corrected: "It's Dong Shi imitating."

Neves was very puzzled: "Doesn't this sound similar?"

...No, trust me, it's much worse.

If it was the former, Dong Shi would have to see a urologist now.

Jiang Xie also heard about it at the first time, and immediately called Le Diandian, and the relief in his words was beyond words: "Not bad, not bad."

"..." Chu Ci was speechless for a long while before asking, "Where is it good?"

The Internet is almost pouring blood on his head.

Jiang Xie was very happy: "It's very demeanor like me back then..."

"..."

There are very few people in the entertainment industry who dare to yell at the paparazzi, and Jiang Xie can be called one of the best.Especially when he just made his debut, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was in the middle of the second phase of his explosion. Facing those reporters who always maliciously asked him how his parents were feeling in front of him, Jiang Xie unceremoniously left the microphone He threw the camera to the right and directly asked the other party what he meant.

"Did the two of them sleep in the same room and have something to do with you? Hmm? Are they planning to have a second child and have something to do with you, huh? Or do you want to have a child as soon as possible so that you can be my father and son?"

Of course, it is impossible to say these words to Jiang Xie who is now learning Neilihei.However, he was young and vigorous back then, and he was in his adolescence when he was extremely sensitive to the good and evil of the outside world. He almost tore off the reporter's face bloodily and put it on the sole of his foot.After stepping on it, he arrogantly threw a card to the other party to compensate him for financial losses, and then he should sing and write songs as usual, but the reporter who asked questions in front of him with malicious intentions was scolded bloody by fans .

After that, the reporters in the entertainment industry basically stayed away from this overlord, and the sharpness of the questions plummeted. Now when interviewing again, the tone of one and two are soft, like a ball of freshly fermented dough.

There is no way, Jiang Xie is a master who doesn't care about the perception of passers-by, and doesn't care about his reputation at all.He has a stable backing and a deep foundation. Who would want to provoke someone with a solid background?

"It's all a group of people who like to pick things up," Jiang Xie said lazily, leaning on the sofa, "It'll be fine with a beating."

He didn't want to waste the bad water in his stomach at all, "If you want me to say, you should send someone to talk to those reporters, and directly put a sack for each of them and then a brick!"

"..." Chu Ci reached out and rubbed his forehead, only to feel more headache, "Brother Jiang, I remember you said before that you are not a member of the underworld."

Why are you becoming more and more like a street ruffian?

"Where is this called a hooligan?" Jiang Xie hummed unwillingly, "This is called the way of chivalry, where there is revenge and revenge, there is resentment and resentment—do everything without violence as much as possible, but if it really can't be solved, it must be done with fists! "

He grew up in the compound of the military region, and he received such iron and blood education since he was a child. When he said this, he was confident and confident, and he didn't notice anything wrong at all.On the other hand, Chu Ci felt helpless when he heard it, so he had no choice but to echo: "Yes, yes, yes..."

Jiang Xie felt that he had properly educated the children, and hung up the phone contentedly.Before Chu Ci had time to put away the phone, another call came in.

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand, and there was an inexplicable light in his eyes for a moment.

It's Mingjing.

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Ming Jing huddled on the wooden chair, tapping on the table with his fingers.When he heard the beep of hanging up on the other end of the phone, he glanced at the phone screen in disbelief, and then bit his lip hard.

"Damn!"

Ming Jing didn't have a good time.

Completely different from the rich and powerful LC behind Chuci, Fenghai Company's method of promoting people is exactly the same, that is, desperate and unscrupulous hype.But the heat brought by the hype alone is limited, so they developed another profit chain, almost all young and beautiful artists will be pulled to accompany the wine, like cabbage just put on the market, let those big bellies The boss picks.

If it's good, it will get some resources, and it will be very popular; if it's not good, or if someone with a bad temper is put on the table, it will be a complete loss of innocence, and you have to swallow your anger and disappear.

According to Ming Jing's status, he actually didn't have to worry about these things.

The golden backer behind him was already gleaming, and it was a shocking sight to put it there. How could anyone in the company dare to say anything?

However, recently, his benefactor seems to have gone crazy, and he only prays to Buddha at home every day, and doesn't care about anything, and doesn't ask about everything.Ming Jing was very similar to Chu Ci again. Those who had encountered LC's decisive attitude before almost all turned to stare at him, and the price they proposed was getting higher and higher day by day.Ming Jing survived by watching people's eyes, seeing President Feng Hai's gloomy face day by day, he couldn't help but feel disheartened.

The company is tempted.

He gritted his teeth, his heart was full of unwillingness.

Why!

He finally got to where he is now, is he going to lose his identity and go to accompany these fat worms that have come out of wine and meat? !

Ming Jing hesitated for a while, then stood up again.He put on amber colored contact lenses in front of the full-length mirror, and couldn't help rubbing his fingertips on the face reflected in the mirror a few times, then changed his clothes, and strode out of the room.

The car stopped in front of a villa in the mountain area, and the driver who brought him could only park the car outside the gate.The bodyguard at the door knocked on the window and looked at him through the car window expressionlessly: "Mr. Ming, Second Young Master didn't allow you to come over."

Ming Jing put his hand on the doorknob, lowered his posture, and begged bitterly: "Brother, just this time...it's not the first time I've come here, I heard that the second young master is not feeling well, I I'm really worried, just this time, I will never do it again, okay?"

The bodyguard still shook his head, his attitude was very firm, "You have to leave now."

Ming Jing was so forced that he had no choice but to take out his cell phone and make a call.The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was tired, "What's the matter?"

Ming Jing quickly explained the purpose of his visit, and after talking for a long time, he handed the phone to the bodyguard.

After listening to the superior's instructions, the bodyguard finally waved his hand, and the door opened slowly.

Behind the door is a simple and simple villa, the tip of the villa is hidden in the shade of dark green trees, every window looks like fangs and iron teeth opened wide, very gloomy.Ming Jing stepped up the stone steps behind the bodyguard, and couldn't help shivering with his arms folded.

When he came here last time, he didn't have such a strange feeling; this time, for some reason, it seemed that even the sound of the wind blowing the leaves was amplified countless times in his ears, making hair stand on end for no reason, and his heart was also twitched Lifted up high.

"Is this place haunted?" he asked.

The bodyguard tightly pursed his lips, and only answered briefly after he was repeatedly questioned: "Second Young Master is sick."

A completely wrong answer.Ming Jing was discouraged, so he had no choice but to hug his arms even tighter, and followed the bodyguards to the door.

The furnishings inside the door have already been replaced, and now the floor is in a mess, with yellow paper symbols and chicken blood shops everywhere.Mingjing looked left and right and couldn't find a clean place, so he could only suppress the disgust in his heart and stepped on it.Immediately, he paused, and found something out of place with the mess here.

It was a picture frame of incomparable beauty decorated with gilt.What is carved on the top is the pattern of half-bloomed and fully-bloomed lotus flowers. Just a quick glance at it can already tell how much work has been spent on this picture frame.

The painting was carried on its back, and it was placed on the table cleanly, becoming the only existence in this space that was not stained with dust.Ming Jing swallowed, but the curiosity in his heart swelled like a balloon.He weighed it in his heart for a long time, whether he wanted to take the opportunity to pinch a handle or weakness of the patron, carefully stepped forward a few steps, and flipped the frame over——

"what are you doing?"

The sudden cold voice startled him, Ming Jing hurriedly threw the painting away, shook his head and said, "No...didn't do anything."

The person who came out had sharp eyebrows and glanced at him coldly: "It's the best."

Then he turned his head, "Come with me, Second Young Master is waiting for you in the room."

The further you go in, the more yellow talisman paper is laid out, and in the end it is almost thickly folded into a paper blanket, soaked in chicken blood and spread under the feet, with dark red blood marks all over it.The more Ming Jing walked forward, the more frightened he became, and he became more and more convinced that the second young master was ill. He walked to the door with difficulty, and when he opened the door, he saw only an empty room.

And no one.

He was just about to ask, but then he turned his head abruptly, and couldn't help but yelled out in fright!

Mu Hexuan stood just behind the door, looking at him with gloomy eyes that made one's heart tremble.His face was pale and sickly, he didn't look like the son of a rich family at all, but like an old man who had been lying in a hospital bed for three years, with a deep death breath seeping from his bones.

Ming Jing swallowed, and cautiously called out, "Second...Second Young Master?"

But Mu Hexuan's pupils suddenly dilated, and then trembled violently, as if he saw something that made him feel frightened from the bottom of his heart.

"Ghost!" He looked behind Ming Jing and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Ghost! Here she comes again...she...she took her with her, who died long ago son, come to take my life again!"

Ming Jing turned his head subconsciously—there was only an empty room behind him, and the dark curtains were drawn tightly, blocking all the light from the outside, as if entering the night in darkness.Only two unburned candles were lit on the table, barely providing a little light.

No one is empty.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly laughed that those ghost stories were just nonsense after being ill.Immediately, he took a step closer to Mu Hexuan, and asked softly, "Second Young Master?...Do you remember who I am?"

Unexpectedly, Mu Hexuan trembled violently from head to toe.He gritted his teeth desperately, and suddenly rushed forward, and his two big hands with protruding knuckles firmly grabbed the neck of the person in front of him.Ming Jing couldn't dodge in time, he pinched him straight, almost burning his trachea, he exhausted all his strength to barely break free from the patient's hand, panting violently beside him, Surprised and angry: "Are you crazy?!"

But Mu Hexuan looked at him, and smiled happily: "I'm not afraid of you... Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

"I killed you the first time, and I can kill you the second time... Hahaha! Come on! You shouldn't have been born in the first place. I watched you die back then, and I pushed it down with my own hands. Yes! It’s a mass of unformed blood!!”

He suddenly lowered his voice, and asked himself mysteriously: "Then who is standing in front of me now?"

After asking, he raised his head and laughed ho ho, and answered himself:

"—Monster!! It's a monster!!!"

Ming Jing was so frightened by the almost crazy light in his eyes that he took a few steps back again and again, and then finally couldn't hold back the fear in his heart anymore, and he didn't have time to listen to what this lunatic was yelling about, his desire to survive. Yu erupted in an instant, making his strength far beyond normal. He knocked open Mu Hexuan, and rushed out the door without looking back!

"Crazy!" Meeting the man who brought him here in the corridor, Ming Jing spoke intermittently, "Crazy, he's completely, he's crazy—"

"It's crazy."

The man cut off his voice calmly, then looked at him quietly, and suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that made his hair stand on end.

"It's your own fault, isn't it?"

Ming Jing stared at him with his mouth wide open, as if he had never known this man whom he had met many times—he clearly remembered that this man was Er Shao's confidant, who had always helped Er Shao with various matters. !

But this man should be gentle and polite, how could...how could...

How can you show such a smile? !

He staggered back two steps, then took a quick step and ran, not even having a chance to turn around.The corridor was unbelievably long. After running for a long time, he finally ran to the living room out of breath. Then he paused and saw the painting again.

Turning his head to look, the man behind him did not catch up.Ming Jing was panting violently, listening to his heart beating like a drum, and slowly turned over the portrait——

Then he met a pair of eyes.

The person in the portrait had eyes exactly the same as his, amber eyes that seemed to be overflowing with honey, and smiled innocently at him.

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At the same time, Qin Lu met another person in the teahouse.He looked at the information in his hand for a long time, finally pursed his lips, and stuffed all the documents back into the file bag.

"Yo," the visitor sat down across from him, smiling, "When did you remember to ask me to drink tea?"

Qin Lu didn't ask immediately, but instead took a sip of the clear tea and asked, "What have you been up to lately?"

As soon as this topic was mentioned, Mu Yang was full of bitterness, and he couldn't wait to pour it out to his friends.

"Me? I recently encountered a psychopath!"

"I went to dinner with Oda and the others that night, because not long after I got off the negotiating table, I wore a pair of sunglasses and a suit that had just been airlifted from Italy, but before I could take two steps, I was caught A drunkard got stuck."

"When I got entangled, I got entangled. He still hugged my leg and insisted on going home with me—why the hell did I bring a man home? Do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Qin Lu stroked the white porcelain teacup in his hand, and commented pertinently: "Yes."

Mu Yang: "You also think there is something wrong with him, don't you?"

Qin Lu: "I think there is something wrong with you. What kind of sunglasses do you wear at night?"

Mu Yang: "..."

He twitched his lips numbly, and asked: "Why, it's not allowed to force yourself to act aggressive at night? Sunglasses are a sharp tool with a concave shape, which can fully reflect a person's temperament, understand?"

Qin Lu was not in the mood to listen to his pretense, and urged, "Say it quickly."

Having said that, I still have something to ask.

Mu Yang had no choice but to swallow his fashion matching Heart Sutra, cleared his throat, and said, "That night——"

"Okay, I get it," Qin Lu quickly interrupted him, applauding him twice symbolically, "Now let's talk about the Huaiyang Mu family."

Mu Yang: "..."

He opened his mouth for a long time, and then asked sadly and angrily: "Then what's the point of you asking me if I'm doing well recently?!"

Unexpectedly, Qin Lu raised his head and glanced at him in disgust.

"It's just a symbolic greeting." Qin Lu frowned, looking at the watch on his wrist, "Hurry up and finish, I have to go to the shooting scene to pick him up later."

Mu Yang and him have also been friends for nearly ten years, so he naturally knew who the person he was talking about, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Isn't there a driver?"

"Then how can it be the same?" Qin Lu widened his eyes slightly, and asked confidently, "How can I rest assured if I don't pick him up? What if the driver is not responsible? What if he suddenly has a seizure? What if a cigarette butt Was it suddenly thrown into the car?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help shivering slightly, as if he was really frightened by the possibility he imagined.

Mu Yang, who was inexplicably stuffed with dog food, replied painfully: "...You might as well just imagine that aliens attack the earth. This possibility is not much less than the driver's sudden convulsion."

He took a deep breath, and finally brought the topic back to the main topic.

"Huaiyang Mujia," he said in a low voice, looking at the teacup in his hand, "I almost forgot these four words before you suddenly sent me a text message that day."

The author has something to say: Neves: Dongshi... frequent urination?

Ming Jing: (unexplained) Why do I keep wanting to go to the toilet?