The big man in Honghuang relies on me to support him!

In the online world, Le Qingchen's few loyal fans took advantage of the video that Susu sent anonymously and launched a Jedi counterattack.No matter how quickly your platform deletes, these few fans can always post with different titles.

It just so happened that Qiu Qing was hit with a dark stick again, and although he didn't show up, he couldn't show his face.And a large number of Qiushen fans don't know why, and they are still counting on the righteous master to come out to refute!

"Contact Tony right away and ask him to find a way to cover up the bruises on his face. If I don't show up to coax the fans, they will lose their morale." Qiu Qing is a veteran in the circle, and he is well versed in the psychology of fans.

"Ancestor, unless a god descends to earth, no amount of Tony can hide it!" The manager smiled wryly out of habit. Ever since he bumped into Le Qingchen, his artistes have been in constant bad luck.

Qiu Qing jumped: "Then let these clowns chase after me and scold me like this? Look, the fans are about to turn against each other."

At the entrance of the private hospital, two young men in ordinary clothes walked in with winks at each other, each carrying a fruit basket and milk in their hands.

Taking the elevator to the eighteenth floor, the two were allowed to enter after showing the relevant documents.

Speaking of which, these two paparazzi also paid a lot of money.The day before yesterday, an unknown person sent a message that Qiu Qing was beaten, and provided the detailed hospital bed number.

Relying on the mentality of fighting to change their bicycles into motorcycles, the two took a lot of trouble to arrange their family members into this expensive private hospital.No, today I can easily come in as a family member and prepare to do a big job.

The single ward where Qiu Qing was staying was tightly closed. The two of them looked at each other and walked safely into their own ward, opened the door of the ward and kept an eye on it.

At around nine o'clock, the conscientious chief physician led a group of hula-la medical staff to start the daily rounds.

The door of the ward, which was always closed, was opened, and a thin man in a hospital gown could be vaguely seen sitting with his back to the door.

"The back looks very similar, hurry up! Take a picture."

"It must be, it can't be wrong."

The two huddled by the door of their own ward, quietly patting and talking.

At this time, Qiu Qing was looking up to the director to check the injury, and was also stimulated by the increasingly unfavorable news on the Internet in recent days, so he didn't notice the small movements in the opposite ward at all.

The manager stood aside and asked anxiously: "Director, when will the swelling of this face go away? Why is it so late every day?"

The director is also well-informed, and he said in a normal heart: "This is a bit hard to beat, and it will take ten days and a half months to reduce the swelling." After a while, he added: "Don't worry, there will definitely be no traces after the swelling is reduced. No Like last time, the wound was deep and needed medical treatment."

"Hey, hey, my ancestors heard it. Let's stay for a few more days, the concealment here is really good." The agent said to the impatient Qiu Qing as he sent the patrol director away with gratitude.

I don't know whether it's lax vigilance or confidence in the privacy of the hospital. When the manager said this, he didn't notice that the door of the ward was opened.

The two paparazzi who were always on the lookout in the opposite ward took the opportunity to stroll to the slitted ward, turned on the camera and recorder, and played eavesdropping openly.

At ten o'clock that night, the nightlife of many night owls had just begun.A small, unknown gossip magazine on the Internet broke out a big news with a rather horrifying title.

"The well-known film king and overlord forcefully attack? But he was brutally raped!"

Famous actor...

Hard on the bow...

Reverse**...

Just a few scary keywords have attracted a large number of people who stay up late and eat melons.

Under this title, a short paragraph of text is given plus two candid videos.Although the video captured vaguely through the crack of the door is not clear enough, the conversation between Qiu Qing and the manager can be heard clearly.

"Let's stay for a few more days, the concealment here is really good."

"Afraid! Am I afraid? A joke!"

"All right, all right, we're not afraid. I've removed all the videos circulating on the Internet, and we can rest assured."

"Well, how about the retention rate of fans? Does it have a big impact?"

"It has an impact after all, but it's much better than Le Qingchen. His inn is closed. Let's wait for a while and do more charity to clean up. Fans are forgetful. Then you will be theirs again. God Qiu!"

"Haha... Le Qingchen! If you don't go on the road of Qingyun, you are against me."

"Yes, yes, ignorance of current affairs! Let's not bother with him in the future. There are many better-looking people in the circle than him. You can do whatever you want."

"Hmph! Hiss...that fucking hurts..."

"The property is also a waste, and the monitoring has not found it yet."

"..."

The video stopped abruptly here, but through this short conversation, people who eat melons thought of the conversation between Qiu Qing and his manager in the hotel room that was deleted in large numbers a few days ago.

Withdrawn hot search?The co-authored video is Qiu Qing's team spending money to eliminate disasters!Netizens even begged to share the video that hadn't been taken down yet.

People who eat melons on the Internet are not easy to play, and those few diehard fans of Le Qingchen don't miss the slightest chance, following the train of thought of the people who eat melons, post the video of the hotel talk that has been blocked countless times. out.

"Pure passers-by said that Qiu Qing's character design has completely collapsed. The last time the video turmoil was thought to be caused by Xiao Transparent. It is really unfair to co-author Xiao Transparent, and Qiu Qing is the real villain!"

"Did you do too many bad things and get covered in sacks?"

"Could it be a small transparent sack that doesn't fit well..."

"Definitely not. Our family happened to be traveling in Xishui Ancient Town, and just now we saw the little owner of Mengli Inn unloading goods. It's a pity that Mengli Inn has closed down, and our family is here for the Internet celebrity inn!"

"Poor upstairs. It is said that the Dream Inn closed down because of the unspoken rules of the little boss. It turns out that the little boss was wronged."

"When will the business resume? I really want to check in."

"Same question! I beg the little boss to resume business! I really like the koi raised in the dream inn!"

"Shall we retweet that koi carp for opening? Maybe it will work."

"change......"

"change......"

The topic gradually turned into retweeting the koi to ask for a wish. Since Susu ended the live broadcast, Xiaoqing once again became popular on the Internet.

In the Dream Inn, Xiaoqing, who is happily swimming in the stone tank in the lobby, writhes her body from time to time, exuding a pleasant atmosphere.

"Hey, Mozun, do you think Xiaoqing has grown up a lot?" Le Qingchen asked, pointing at the cyan color in the sky.

"It's long enough for a pot of vegetables." Mozun said quietly, and his tall and straight figure unconsciously approached the stone jar a few steps.

Xiaoqing shivered in the water, feeling the breath of the devil approaching her territory, she shrank under the water surface and became a shrunken koi.

"Hurry up and close it." Le Qingchen teased, pinching Xiaoqing under the water with her white fingers firmly and gesticulating: "Well, it has indeed grown a lot, longer than my palm."

Mozun glared, snorted and walked out.

Le Qingchen chuckled, dropped Xiaoqing who was pretending to be dead in his palm, and quickly chased after her.

Le Qingchen: "Are you angry?"

Mozun: ...Oh!

Le Qingchen: "You're just kidding, don't be angry!"

Mozun: ...Ha ha!

Le Qingchen: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, those two who just arrived still need you to deter them."

Mozun: ...Hehehe!

Susu, who witnessed the way the two communicated all the way, sighed deeply: "Netizens are not deceiving me. Brain damage is really contagious. Cowherd and Weaver Girl are too lethal. I should go to Wumeng to avoid it."

"Hey, what is the vixen talking to himself?" Peng Zu opened the kitchen door just in time to see Su Daji who was chattering, so he couldn't help asking curiously.

"Oh! I'm going on a long trip, thanks..." Susu waved her hand, and Xiaobao gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Peng Zu touched his head and muttered: "A woman's heart is a needle in the sea."

On the other side, Le Qingchen came to the inn room where the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were temporarily staying with the Mozun who was posing.Fortunately, there are no tenants in the closed inn, otherwise, the way the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl get along would not scare people.

dong dong...

Le Qingchen knocked on the door symbolically, while Demon Venerable was much more careless, and slapped the door open with a single palm.

Inside the door, Zhinu habitually prepared to lament the world.Mozun picked up Cowherd quickly, "Shut up, or I'll do it."

Cowherd and Weaver Girl had obviously been taught this way many times, so they kept their mouths shut.Only tears glistening in his eyes spoke unfinished words.

Le Qingchen turned a deaf ear and walked into the room to check the results of Zhinu's labor in the past few days.

The wardrobe in the inn room is handed down from the ancestors. The authentic huanghuali, the original spicy taste becomes faint and faint with the passage of time.Fortunately, the tenants who have stayed in the hotel did not think that the inn would be equipped with such expensive furniture. They only felt that the matching wardrobe was warm to the touch, and the quality was good.

At this moment, the door of the closet was open, and seven or eight elegant long skirts were hung on the matching hangers.

"Inheritance...ah no, little boss." Weaver Girl changed her name stiffly, "I've already made eight long skirts, and I can make two more before dinner tonight."

"Excellent workmanship." Le Qingchen sincerely praised the long skirt, which was flawless in both color matching and craftsmanship.

"Weaver Girl...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu who is still in Mozun's hand, when he heard Le Qingchen boasting about his sweetheart, he was ready to agree.

"Shut up!" Mozun snorted coldly, pointing to the second-hand digital camera on the table beside him and asked, "Can you play with that thing?"

Cowherd couldn't help nodding, anyone who was forced to study by an iron fist would make rapid progress.

"Ahem, you two will pretend to be dumb in front of people from now on." Le Qingchen said the only way he had thought for a long time.

"In the future, Zhinu will hang the clothes she made in the lobby, and if there are tenants staying at the front desk, they will help you sell them."

"You can also make a few sets of ancient costumes. It will also be a source of income for tourists who want to rent and shoot in the future. As for the purchase price, after deducting the living expenses of the two of you at the Dream Inn, I will hand it over to you in full."

"Mozun, let's go. Don't bother them both."

The author has something to say:

Le Qingchen: Hahaha... Violence is still very effective!

No. [-] Demon Lord: Hmm, Qingqing is the smartest.

Cowherd & Weaver Girl: shivering in a corner...