I'm Afraid I'm Now a Salted Fish

Chi Song: "..."

Wow, there are melons.

But when he turned on that voice, Chi Song was dumbfounded.

The speech lasted for more than a minute, and there were still some noises around, but the voices of both parties were still very clear, and the male voice was undoubtedly Bai Shaoding.

Why is Chi Song so sure?

Because the other protagonist in the recording is the French girl who took pictures of Chi Song.

Chi Song finally came to his senses after being dazed for a few seconds.

...In their studio, paparazzi dressed up as staff were actually squatting.

In the recording, Bai Shaoding took the initiative to tease and said: "Beauty, can you take pictures for me?"

The French girl said in slightly blunt Chinese: "Hi, I and Chi's work is not finished yet, my partner will help you finish the shooting."

Bai Shaoding said: "He's boring, it's better for you, I'm happy to see you."

The girl was a little impatient, and she took a few steps back when she heard the voice: "OK, OK, please don't come here again."

Bai Shaoding said: "Don't you foreigners have a good time? How about it? Do you want to make an appointment?"

The girl put down a sentence in French, turned around and left.

Although Chi Song can't speak more than three sentences of French, but he has been immersed in the language environment for a long time, and he can still understand a sentence or two of cursing.

If he heard correctly, the French girl greeted Bai Shaoding's parents and directly questioned his size.

Recently, fans of Xiaosheng and Xiaohua are tearing each other up on a small scale, or a steady stream of new dramas are coming online, boasting about this and that. When everyone is feeling bored, a big news suddenly comes, and the people who eat melons naturally focus their attention. come over.

Not long after, on the hot search list, the word "hot" followed by the word "Bai Shaoding dating voice" was replaced by the word "explosive" in purple.

Bai Shaoding was domineering and domineering before, and he also offended many media and colleagues, so why not take advantage of this opportunity to blackmail him and add insult to injury?

The comments below exploded, some didn't believe it, some decisively turned off fans, and some questioned the authenticity of the recording.

Chi Song entered his Weibo with a trumpet.

Sure enough, the following of his latest Weibo has been occupied by Bai Shaoding's fans and big parties who don't mind the excitement.

"Songsong, are you the 'Chi' in the recording? Didn't you film "Stylish" with him? Bai Shaoding really has a date? Excited and begging for more information!"

"Seek the truth!"

"Please, Chi Song, you must know something, right? Stand up and say something fair for my family, okay? [Big cry] [Big cry] [Big cry]"

"Chi Song, tell the truth, is the hot search you bought blackmailing my family? Are you afraid that he will block your way? You are so fucking despicable!"

Chi Song's Weibo comments became a platform for live broadcasting of dramatists, so he quit Weibo after a symbolic review.

Zhou Yaming's call also came: "Chi Song? What's going on?"

After telling Zhou Yaming the whole story in this way, she pondered for a moment and said, "You haven't registered your own tuba yet, have you? ... It's fine if you don't have one. Don't talk, don't reply to any private messages or comments, public relations. The Ministry is following up and will take action when appropriate."

Chi Song: "Huh?"

...the public relations department?

Speaking of which, this matter doesn't have much to do with him. Apart from being a background board in the conversation between the two, he is just a passerby.

But he obediently complied, hung up the phone, and continued to read the comments under the news.

Who would have thought that the wind direction in the comment area would suddenly change after just a phone call.

"That woman must have seduced Bai Shaoding!"

"Foreign women are open, did Ding Ding say something wrong?"

"I'm a passer-by, and I'm neither a fan nor a black hater, but this recording is cut from the beginning to the end, who knows if it has been edited? I stand for Bai Shaoding, and I can't let Internet trolls ruin such an excellent singer who insists on originality."

"Take a step back, even if it is true, isn't it a normal choice to have sex in this era? Have you eaten your rice? The Qing Dynasty has not yet died?"

Chi Song: "..."

...The review is really fast.

Criticism is one of the common methods of public relations. When celebrities release news, some fans will lead the way under the news, push praise, support, and whitewashing remarks to the top, and give the real melon-eaters a sense of humor. The illusion of "all support".

But this kind of humiliation, which obviously belittles the woman and tramples her dignity in the mud, is indeed too irritating.

This melon made Chi Song feel a little sick to his stomach.

It wasn't until he returned home and saw Song Yingjun coming to greet him shaking his head and tail, that Chi Song felt better.

Wearing an apron, Song Zhihuai brought a thick and fragrant corn ribs soup to the table. When he looked up and saw Chi Song holding the key, he said naturally, "You're back? Wash your hands and eat."

Fan Xiang leads Chi Song back to the human world.

He stepped forward and tiptoed to kiss Song Zhihuai.

Song Zhihuai was also unambiguous, wrapped his arms around Chi Song's waist, hugged him to a position on par with him, and kissed him face to face for a long time.

Chi Song's palm lightly pressed on Song Zhihuai's arm muscles, and the tensed muscle lines felt particularly good. He endured it for a long time, but still couldn't control it, and squeezed several times.

Song Zhihuai was overwhelmed by Chi Song, hugging him and laughing: "Don't move, it's really itchy."

That being said, he still hugged Chi Song to keep his feet from touching the ground.

Chi Song blushed a little: "Put me down."

Although there was no one else in the room, there was still Song Yingjun, with his head tilted, looking at the diorama of the two of them.

Song Zhihuai said, "Please."

Chi Song struggled a few times before being honest: "Please."

Chi Song's pitiful little eyes almost melted Song Zhihuai's heart, and after putting the person on the ground, his brows and eyes unconsciously brought a smile, holding Chi Song's face and looking around: "Why are you so obedient? "

Chi Song said, "I'm afraid of flashing to your waist."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

Chi Songyu said earnestly: "You are not young anymore, Zhi Huai, you are already thirty, you have to take it easy."

Song Zhihuai: "..."

After Chi Song finished his instructions, he was about to wash his hands, who would have thought that as soon as he took a step, Song Zhihuai wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, pressed his hair domineeringly with the other hand, and snored twice.

Feeling the scorching body temperature close at hand, Chi Song didn't dare to move.

He pressed against Chi Song's ear, and whispered: "You wait for me at night."

Chi Song was wronged: "I, I'm very tired. What are you doing?"

Song Zhihuai bit his ear pinna forcefully: "I want to talk to you about a business worth tens of billions."

After finishing speaking, he let go of Chi Song and pushed his back: "Go, wash your hands, and eat."

With his head down, Chi Song took two steps forward, and then turned around as if he had made up his mind.

He said in a very low voice, "Let's talk now, okay?"

Song Zhihuai was startled.

Chi Song raised his eyes, his face was flushed with water, but there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes, and Wu Nong's soft words were extremely seductive: "...can you please."

... Chi Song can't be blamed for this, whoever makes Chi Song fall for Song Zhihuai's domineering way.

Without saying a word, Song Zhihuai stepped forward a few steps, carried Chi Song on his shoulders, strode into the room, and threw Chi Song on the bed.

Okay, the daughter-in-law has spoken, why not.

Besides, Song Zhihuai couldn't bear it even if he didn't eat meat for a week.

Panting, Chi Song pushed Song Zhihuai's shoulder: "You took off your glasses."

Song Zhihuai said: "If you don't pick it off, I can't see your face clearly."

As he said that, he took off Chi Song's clothes.

Song Zhihuai frowned: "Chi Song, what's on your back?"

Chi Song lay sideways on the bed and said, "Today, I took pictures for a magazine. Be careful, if the color fades and the bed is damaged, it won't be easy to wash."

Song Zhihuai looked at the poem seriously, and read in English: "My dear, I hope we are a pair of white birds on the waves; the shooting star has not passed away, and we are tired of its shining.  … Yeats's "White Birds" "?"

Chi Song was surprised: "You also read Ye Ci?"

Song Zhihuai said, "Read."

Chi Song was shocked. He remembered that Song Zhihuai was majoring in business administration, and he also said that he knew nothing about liberal arts.

Song Zhihuai saw Chi Song's thoughts, gently pinched his nose, and said, "I got it from your bookshelf. You like him very much, don't you?"

Chi Song: "...how do you know?"

Song Zhihuai said: "You read the poetry anthology and the drama anthology the most, and they are all fuzzy. I took advantage of these books and looked through them, hoping to find common topics with you."

Chi Song stopped talking, put his arms around Song Zhihuai's shoulders, and kissed him deeply.

He didn't care about Song Zhihuai wearing glasses anymore.

Outside the house, Song Yingjun listened to the faint sound coming from the bedroom, shook his head, jumped on the table, and secretly drank several mouthfuls of pork rib soup reservedly.

In order to prove his "goodness", Song Zhihuai really worked hard this time.

When Chi Song went down to the ground, his legs went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

Song Zhihuai carried the man into the house with one shoulder, and carried him out with one shoulder, carrying the half-cold spare rib soup to heat up without any complaints.

Chi Song supported his lower back, sipped the soup, and gossiped with Song Zhihuai about the Bai Shaoding hook-up incident that was currently hot on Weibo.

Song Zhihuai also knew about this: "I saw it. I can't live without doing my own crime."

Chi Song couldn't help but want to gossip: "Zhi Huai, who is behind Bai Shaoding?"

Song Zhihuai said his personal name, Chi Song was surprised: "Ah???"

The image of the rich 50-year-old female president appeared in front of his eyes. Chi Song had seen her at a charity event some time ago.

Song Zhihuai said: "She likes Bai Shaoding quite a bit, but she has a cleanliness habit."

In just one sentence, Chi Song can imagine Bai Shaoding's future situation and his current state of being in a state of desperation.

Chi Song was a little soft-hearted.

When he was in a daze, Song Zhihuai glanced at him, and said, "Chi Song, get ready. This issue of "Stylish" may have a skylight. If Bai Shaoding can't do it, you have to be on top."

Chi Song was holding a spoon and was chewing corn like a little hamster. Hearing this, he couldn't help but raise his head: "Huh?"

...Didn't the cover of this time already sign the contract?How could there be a temporary substitution?

No matter how angry Bai Shaoding's benefactor is, if he doesn't praise him in the future, he won't do it so obviously, right?

Song Zhihuai watched his cheeks move very amusedly, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek: "You don't know?"

Chi Song: "...what?"

Song Zhihuai said, "That French female photographer has a boyfriend."

Chi Song nodded: "I know, he also went to the same school as me, he is my senior."

Song Zhihuai asked with a smile: "Then do you know that he is now the chief photographer and art director of "Stylish"?"

Chi Song: "..."