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Wen Jiu was also determined not to let Baochan get involved, Baochan hung up the phone and called Lan Tian: "Hey, sister Lan..."

Lan Tian didn't let him speak at all: "It has nothing to do with us, just leave it alone."

Baochan didn't expect her to have such an attitude, so she fell silent.

Lan Tian was eating dinner, chewing cucumbers: "Wen Jiu also has this position today, with his contacts behind him, even the relationship of the king of heaven can't hold back, I can't help it."

Baochan's hands were slightly sweaty: "Wen Jiu also helped me, more than once."

Lan Tian is not an ungrateful person, but he has his own way of playing: "What did Wen Jiu say, did you help?"

Bao Chan didn't answer.

"You are in a very embarrassing situation now," Lan Tian said in a serious tone, "I was too close to Wen Jiu before, you have to separate immediately, unfollow Weibo first, don't reply to anyone who cue, don't run into him on any occasion Approach, don't talk, don't make eye contact."

"I can not do it."

Lan Tian's voice sank: "Do you want to get hot?"

"Recording programs always encounter..."

"No more," Lan Tian put down his chopsticks, "The program team will issue a statement tomorrow morning, and Wen Jiu will also withdraw from Box Voice."

Baochan was stunned: "It's not like everyone pushed the wall down..."

"Wen Jiu has also agreed."

Baochan immediately said, "I'll call him..."

"Last week, your fans just raised [-] million yuan and donated it to a private Beijing opera troupe in Hubei," Lan Tian said about another incident, "You got involved in it at this time and made yourself dirty. What do these fans who really support you and pay a lot of money for you think, have you considered their feelings?"

No, Baochan is not conscious of being a public figure yet. He doesn't know that a look or a word from a star, or even a punctuation mark on Weibo, can cause a cyber war.

"Don't forget why you came here," Lan Tian reminded him, "Beijing Opera."

Bao Chan was silent.

"In the past two days, there is an endorsement contacting us, a top jewelry brand," Lan Tian beat him with work, "I will try to let you represent the brand at the Asia Pacific Jewelry Show at the end of last month, and the company is already planning."

Baochan didn't have the heart to think about this right now, and even felt disgusted, he stepped on Wen Jiu and climbed up, turned his head, but kicked him away.

Lan Tian knows his vision, and diamonds and emeralds can't move his heart: "I didn't want to tell you, but I showed you a few film and television resources, all of which are above S-level. As long as you play it safe, next year, at the latest In [-], you will be able to take Ruyizhou to Southeast Asia."

It is quite a temptation for Baochan to perform abroad and be the first private Peking opera troupe to go abroad.

"Listen to me," Lan Tian told him, "Lie on your stomach and don't move."

The phone was cut off, and Baochan looked out the window at the gradually darkening night, and sighed a long way.

In the following week, Wen Jiu really disappeared from "Voice of the Box", and his name was nowhere to be seen on the standings, but Xiao W's ranking kept rising. Along with his net worth, it was not only the number of fans and exposure that went up, but also And her status in the program group, maybe it's sympathy or maybe it's flattery, everyone surrounds her and warmly greets her.

It seems that no one cares about Wen Yu anymore. During the week, only Chen Rouen posted articles in Moments every now and then, analyzing Xiaow's video of breaking the news, trying to restore the truth of the matter.Bao Chan was also pushed by Wen Jiu, he still remembered this tall "Jiu Jiu" girl, so he easily added her on WeChat.

Baochan has been in a bad mood these days, Master Kuang passed away, Lao Bai was seriously ill, Da Hei left, Wen Jiu also suffered, all the bad things came together, except for the recording of "The Voice of the Box" and the drama three times a week He didn't go anywhere for performances upstairs, and stayed at home all day to pack his things.

The sheets and quilts were all washed, and there was a pile of underpants and socks. When he was tidying up the closet, he found a large box with velvet ribbons from the Zhengzheng underwear drawer, opened layers and layers of gift paper, and took out a bunch of A plain black, lacy, satin-shine weirdo.

Baochan was curious, and opened the piece of fabric to see that it looked like underwear, but it was much bigger than ordinary underwear, especially the waist, which was fat enough for two people: "What is this..."

Downstairs, Kuangzheng came back, carrying a paper bag, and shouted upstairs while changing his shoes: "Baby!"

Baochan went down carrying the black cloth, Kuangzheng took off his suit, and was taking things out of the bag. His thick back tightened the striped shirt of YSL, showing clear muscle direction.

Baochan stretched out his hand to touch it, and when he touched it, Kuangzheng turned around: "Huh?"

Bao Chan was a little embarrassed: "The figure is really good..."

Kuangzheng laughed, hugged him firmly, and sprayed hot air on his face: "Okay, it's all yours." After speaking, he handed him the contents of the bag, which was a can of beer, never The Chinese-style design I have seen before, on the atmospheric crow blue background, there are exquisite white crane jelly and seawater river cliffs.

Baochan's eyes lit up: "What kind of wine is this?"

Kuang Zheng took off his tie and looked at him tenderly: "Try it."

As soon as the wine was opened, the rich white foam overflowed, and with the smell of the wine, there was also a faint tea fragrance: "This is not..." Baochan took a sip, and there was indeed a rare peppery smell, which was his that day. For the niche private brew brought back by Kuangzheng, "Why did you change the packaging?"

"I bought the recipe." Kuang Zheng turned the beer can in the same direction, pointing the label at him, "Don't you like it?"

The rough Wei stele, with a very impactful stroke, the name of the wine is: Master Bao.

"Tan Kusheng asked someone to design it. The Beijing opera elements, paintings and characters were all invited by everyone," Kuangzheng snapped the paper bag. "These cans are samples. The packaging and flavor are still being adjusted, and they will be put into production next month."

Bao Chan stared at him in disbelief.

"I'll give you a production line," Kuang Zheng scratched his nose, "Don't think about unhappy things, I'm not enough for you to think about being so handsome?"

Baochan was as surprised as he was touched. The can of wine he took casually was exchanged for Kuangzheng's thoughtful response. His heart was pounding. He covered his chest, and Kuangzheng raised his eyebrows when he saw the black cloth in his hand. : "What is this..." After a while, he recognized it, and his expression became a little weird.

Baochan was about to ask him: "What did you buy?" He stretched out the ball of cloth, and there were four holes in the waistband of the trousers, which could only be worn by a fat man of three or four hundred catties. "A hanger? A table cover? "

Kuangzheng's eyes became unserious, and he pulled him into his arms with a smirk, "What are you doing..." Baochan said a few words to him stupidly, and he stuttered in disbelief, "Shuang, Double panties?"

One-piece double underwear for couples, made of silk, with a bold design. Of course, Baozhan, a little old-fashioned who has never seen the world, would not recognize it. Fishing it back: "I asked someone to buy it from London. It cost more than 5000 yuan."

"It's annoying," Baochan complained, not knowing where to turn his eyes, "I just think about these nonsensical things all day long..."

Kuang Zheng ignored his complaints, touched the silky feel of the sexy underwear: "I said, choosing a day is worse than bumping into a day?"

Baochan couldn't bear his lustful energy: "Choose you big-headed ghost!"

Kuang Zheng unbuttoned his shirt and pinched his cock: "I'll wait for you upstairs."

Baochan hurriedly protected xx: "You...wait for the ghost!"

As soon as Kuangzheng went upstairs, Baochan started to lose his mind, his eyes kept glancing up the stairs, and after dawdling for more than half an hour, he felt that Kuangzheng might not be in the mood, so he tiptoed up to the second floor.

In the master bedroom, Kuangzheng took a shower, carefully finished skin care, just came out of the bathroom, slick and slick, and was about to try on the big underwear.

When he looked up and saw him, Kuangzheng asked, "Which side are you wearing?"

Damn torn panties, with lace on one side and no lace on the other, a big black bow sticks up on the lace side, embroidered with messy patterns and letters.

"Put on your pants," Baozhan said with a straight face, "it's not dark yet."

(The part beyond the platform scale is omitted)