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On the way to the company, Kuangzheng has been paying attention to the fermentation of the "Nine Treasures Scandal".

Wen Jiu was also right. Over the course of the night, the mainstream voice on the Internet was not cursing, but a collective climax of sugar-eating until fainting:

Read countless scum male actor x ignorant newcomer Guofeng Fresh Meat, this tm what a dreamy cp!

Who attacks and who suffers?

This must be treasured!

Jiubao gkd! ! !

I didn't sleep all night, I swiped from Weibo to Hot Wheels, from Alphabet Station to Haitang, and then back to Weibo... Qiuqiu, big food producers, give me a break and let me sleep!

Sister me too!I have to go on a business trip today (crying)

The Nine Treasures of "The Voice of the Box"?Aren't these two incompatible?

That’s right, yesterday I was watching a few marketing accounts with rhythmic Black Jiuye bullying newcomers, and today I was slapped in the face...

I went to such a brain to make up that I was gone!On the surface, they are rivals, but secretly go to the hotel to get a room!

emmmmm the scumbag can't get up, so he withdrew

That is, the baby is an opera actor, it is not good for you...

Aren't opera singers cuter?

+1, Come and take a bite of the fresh and juicy Jiubao peach, the pink Jiubao peach, the fluffy, soft, sweet Jiubao peach, a pinch of a bag of water~

Nine Treasures szd!This peach is so fragrant, too sweet and so moist!

How wet and where wet, a friend of mine said she wanted to be healthy!

this video!I can't die alone!

It was a link to the Alphabet website, Kuang Zheng frowned and clicked in, the self-made mv was only about fifty seconds long, the title was "The Pain of Being Penetrated", lazy and psychedelic bgm, reddish tone, broken glass , water drops, roses, Wen Jiu's and Bao Chan's faces flashed alternately, followed by a fierce kiss and large expanses of bare skin, and the two men could be heard moaning and panting, sticky and short.

Kuang Zheng punched the seat with a bang, knowing that it was an editing, but seeing "Bao Chan" being pressed down by others, doing things he had never done before, his chest felt like someone stabbed him with a knife, and he was stunned. A bad breath.

Exiting the letter station, he swiped back to Weibo irritably, a topic flashed, it was a small w, only a few words, but the amount of forwarding and discussion was astonishing: Jiuye x Baoge, hehe.

That "hee hee" made Kuangzheng unhappy, so he clicked into the comments with a sullen face, most of them were seeking to reveal the news, little w really stinks shamelessly and burst out: Brother Bao is true to bring water for Master Jiu, and more can't Come on, you can squat, one day I might post on Weibo when I get sleepy.

This is to imply that the people who eat melons pay attention to her. Kuang Zhengqiu went out to see that her number of fans has more than doubled compared to before. This woman who even fakes her name always bites on other people's wounds to rub heat, like a vampire leech.

Arriving at the gate of Wanrong Zhenhui, Kuangzheng didn't use the driver, kicked the door down by himself, and walked into the lobby like the wind. Wang Youcheng was seeing off the guests, wearing a navy blue suit and a gold silk tie. When he saw him, he greeted him with a smile: " I'm home."

"Thanks for your hard work." Kuang Zheng and Duan Zhao were away during the period, it was all up to him to greet and see them off.

"It should be," Wang Youcheng knocked on the cigarette case, and popped out a cigarette, "You look bad."

Kuang Zheng pulled it out and bit it: "How is home?"

"I don't know where the news came from." Wang Youcheng took one in his mouth and threw away the lighter, "It said that we have a way to enter Yanbo Zhishuang Club. The threshold has been stepped down these few days."

Kuang Zheng nodded, he knew the source of the news, it was the directors of Wanrong East Building: "You check it out, don't let anyone go to Baochan's place."

Wang Youcheng took a puff of cigarette: "I know."

Kuang was about to walk in, but Wang Youcheng called him back: "Wait a minute, I'll show you a video."

Kuangzheng got a headache when he heard the word "video", and was about to refuse when the phone was stretched out, and instead of Baochan, it was Shi Kuoting and Ying Xiaonong on the screen.

The background is a western food restaurant. Ying Xiaonong picked up the shrimp balls on the plate and said, "Husband, I don't eat shrimp."

Opposite him, Shi Kuoting answered nastyly: "Be good, baby, you have to eat shrimp. Eating shrimp is good for your skin."

This is a video from Hot Wheels last year. When the Baochan incident broke out, it was dug up again.

"I found out this morning, at 05:30, there were only two retweets," Wang Youcheng acted quickly, "I contacted Shangyuan's post and told me that I was a media company, so I bought this from him, exclusive."

Kuang Zheng turned off the video, the next thumbnail is a screenshot of the video when it was released, and the text reads:

Last night, the homepage was swiped by jb (don’t think about it, it’s a hairy fruit). I checked it out. Baozhan is a contracted artist of Yangyang Entertainment. There is a group called Ruyizhou. The key point is that this is a "gay den". !The two in the video are also members of Ruyizhou. Everyone, Pinpin, are Peking Opera singers so daring to play now?Is the quintessence of the country going to become a "national spit"?

"This video must be suppressed by me," Kuang Zheng said with a gloomy face, "There must be no more news about Ying Xiaonong and Ruyizhou on the Internet, all platforms, including screenshots."

Ying Xiaonong's father has just passed away, and he is under tremendous pressure from his family and group. Kuangzheng will do everything possible to protect him, not to mention Ruyizhou, which is already an IP worth hundreds of millions in the wealth circle. More importantly, It is Baochan's career, and no one can destroy it.

"The public relations funds are not enough, so let the financial manager come to me for special approval," Kuang Zheng was very decisive, "No matter how much money it is, bury these rotten things in the ground for me."

It is not easy to block a message on the entire network, but Wang Youcheng just squinted his eyes and let out a smoke ring, without saying a word of nonsense: "Understood."

Kuang Zheng patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the small elevator, took two steps and then turned back, going to Ruyi Island first.

Three intersections away, Baochan was in the practice room on the third floor of Ruyizhou, his mind was full of those pictures on Weibo last night, and the comments of netizens under the pictures:

Shocked, the three views collapsed.

Really, the most obedient one in the show turned out to be the most daring to play (laughing and crying)

The world is "unified", even Peking Opera actors...

If you want to scold, scold, don't bring Beijing opera, a star can't represent Peking opera!

If he dares to do it, he is still afraid of what I say?

What did he do, kiss or sleep?A few daily photos, look at Renji with rotten eyes!

This is not true!Babies are not allowed to look at scumbags!Auntie disagrees!

Report to Jiubaotao quickly!Baby and Master Jiu are the best match!

That's it!Nine treasures and nine treasures, the banner will not fall!

The more Baochan thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, the muscles on his back tensed up, a bit masochistic, and a zombie (1) fell down, hitting the floor with a bang.

Chen Rouen went downstairs to pick up the courier. She was startled when she heard the movement. She raised her head and looked up. The porter's voice came from downstairs: "Sir, we have a membership system here, and you can't get in without a card."

It was a young man who came: "Can I get a card?"

Chen Rouen felt that the voice sounded familiar. As she walked down, she saw a tall figure at the entrance of the theater, wearing a white functional street fashion brand, cool overalls with tight feet, white coconut shoes and a white baseball cap, and a jacket cap over the cap. , with a pair of diamond-encrusted silver sunglasses on his face.

"To apply for a card, you need the recommendation of two members," the concierge said apologetically, "and the signature of the club chairman."

"You here..." The other party didn't expect a Beijing opera troupe to be so strict, he hesitated, and took off his sunglasses: "I'm a friend of your boss."

Under the pure white hat brim was a sharp-edged face with light makeup on. Chen Rouen stood there in a daze, her eyes straightened.

The concierge looked at him carefully and said firmly, "I don't know him."

"Nine, nine, nine..." Someone tweeted from behind.

Wen Jiu also turned around, there was a girl standing on the big red stairs, she had long hair and big eyes, she was pretty, but that dress...

Chen Rouen was wearing a typical "Jiuye style" hip-hop outfit, a fluorescent T-shirt and fat pants, and a skeleton wristband on her wrist, and ran down.

"Miss Chen," the concierge asked, poking his head, "Do you know each other?"

Chen Rou En blushed, she was too excited, she just stared at the idol and didn't answer.

"I know." Wen Jiu also followed suit and moved towards her.

"Oh——" The concierge saw them standing together, the height, appearance, and the clothes and pants that looked like sacks, no matter how you looked at them, they matched well.

Chen Rouen led Wen Jiu to go upstairs, her heart beat fast, and she stuttered: "Bao, Bao is on the third floor... in the practice room!"

Wen Jiu also hummed, "I'll go up by myself."

With a long leg, he took a few steps up a high flight of stairs, turned around the jogging platform, and left a sentence: "Thank you."

Chen Rouen stared at the bright white figure, with a nympho expression of "my brother is the most handsome", and shouted angrily, "No thanks!"

The door of the practice room is open, and you can see a "smoky and refreshing" middle hall. Under the large ink characters, Baochan is kicking around in a water suit, the instep is raised beautifully, and there is a short sound of wind when he kicks.

"Why are you called Baochu?" Wen Jiu also walked in.

Bao Chan turned around abruptly and looked at him in surprise.

Wen Jiu also took off his hat, and brushed his hair loose, a little sinister: "Where is a virgin?"

"Gossip Boyfriend" came to the door, Bao Chan was stunned: "Why do you..."

"I asked Lan Tian for the address."

Baochan's expression was unnatural: "Why don't you make a phone call first..."

"Call first, can you let me come?" Wen Jiu also walked towards him, raised his chin and raised his eyebrows.

Baochan turned her face away, not wanting to face him.

"Hey," Wen Jiu also joked, "We have kissed and slept together online..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Bao Chan suppressed his voice, as if afraid of being heard.

Wen Jiu also immediately knew that he was not the kind of person who could casually make dirty jokes, so he tactfully kept silent.

After a long silence in the empty practice room, Baochan hesitated and said, "It's said about us on the Internet...so, why didn't I see it?"

Wen Jiu was also a little embarrassed, and didn't respond.

Baozhan came over and said, "Let me see."

Wen Jiu also glanced at him, clicked on the letter site, no need to search, the first few hot spots are all Jiubao cp, if you find one, the screen is full of Baozhan's eyes and brows, as well as clouds of big-sleeved shirts and pens. The man's hand in the shirt is accompanied by an unharmonious bgm:

"My brother's legs are not legs, the spring water on the banks of the Seine, my brother's back is not my back, the rose of Bulgaria!"

With the explicit lyrics, Baozhan stared at the plausible self on the screen in bewilderment.

"Brother's waist is not the waist, Saburo's scimitar...Little brother, you are so beautiful, I want to have sex with you, your figure is so good, come here quickly and don't resist!"

When Kuangzheng came in, he heard this song, and there were two people in the room who were shoulder to shoulder and head to head. He suppressed his anger and called out sinisterly: "Baochan."

Baochan immediately turned around, like a child who has done something wrong, grabbed Wen Jiuye's phone and turned off the video: "Brother..."

As soon as Kuang Zheng saw Wen Jiuye's face, he started to play a small movie in his mind, those entangled bodies and hot and humid panting, his eyes became hard, and he was clearly about to kill.

"Mr. Kuang." Wen Jiu didn't fear him either, with his hands in his pockets, his face full of enemies.

Kuang Zheng walked up, dressed in a black suit, and polished leather shoes, with a vicious air: "Jiuye, have you come to my house for a flair?"

(1) Throwing Zombies: Skillful movements in opera performances.