The sprayer turned black on me

Chairman Cheng announced at the dinner table that Cheng Qiwen had taken over Fresh Orange Entertainment.

The news is not big.Even if Cheng Qiwen takes over Fresh Orange Entertainment, it won't affect Song Yu; the artist's itinerary is managed by an exclusive manager and team, and the boss usually doesn't interfere with daily chores.

To be the head of an entertainment company, what you need most is communication skills.Chairman Cheng also said that the reason why Cheng Qiwen took over was to let his son get to know and get acquainted with more people--management and operation skills, etc., are secondary.

At that time, Song Yu wanted to say that it was true. The eldest young master stared at everyone with a black face, so he shouldn't practice his communication skills.

"...Although the impact is not great, I am still worried about the studio's problems."

On the way to send Song Yu back to the apartment, Chen Yao seemed not in a good mood.

"If it's the chairman and the chairman's wife, I can still take the opportunity to say something nice, but Young Master Cheng can't help it—I'm not sure what his attitude towards you is."

The car stopped firmly in the parking space, and Song Yu comforted Chen Yao while collecting his things and preparing to get out of the car.

"Sister, you are very prone to anxiety. If you want me to tell you, don't think so much, let's do our own things well first, and it will work better than anything else."

"That's right, let's take care of ourselves—"

Chen Yao stopped suddenly in the middle of his speech, and cleverly grabbed Song Yu who was about to get off the car, with a serious look on his face.

"There are illegitimate students." She rolled her eyes and looked in one direction.

Song Yu took advantage of the situation and looked over, as expected, he saw a few shadowy figures.

Dingliu Xiao Song sighed: "It's been less than two months since I moved here, and this has been discovered again."

"Last time, I lived in that apartment for more than half a year. This time, after deducting your days in Shencheng, you only lived in it for about a month." Chen Yao pressed his temple with a headache, "I really don't know where the news is from. leaked out.

"Driver Li, please get out of the car and call the security guard in the parking lot. We will wait for the security guard to come over before getting out of the car."

Driver Li quickly unbuckled his seat belt and went to call security.

Under the protection of two security guards, a driver, and an agent, the illegitimate fan who was hiding in the dark did not dare to go forward and make trouble, but only dared to hide in the corner and secretly shoot videos with his mobile phone.As soon as Chen Yao glared over, they immediately put away their phones and hid, acting like nothing happened.

Hearing the whispered laughter from behind, Song Yu was angry and helpless, her temples started to throb wildly.

After being escorted upstairs, Song Yu thanked Chen Yao and others in front of the elevator entrance and waved goodbye.After the elevator door closed and started to walk down, Song Yu patted his stiff face and smiled, then turned and entered the apartment.

In fact, he doesn't like to laugh that much, and his personality is not as extroverted as he looks.During the half month of recording the announcement of the variety show run in Shencheng, because he was worried that the program crew would launch a night raid, he even brought baggage and disguises when he returned to the hotel at night.

He's only real when he's alone -- not as cheerful, not as close.

"Ah... when can I retire?"

The 500th person who debuted as a top idol... how many days has it been since [-]? ——Song Yu already wants to retire.

After taking off her makeup and washing her face, Song Yu lay on the bed for a while, and when she was thinking about things, Cheng Qiwen's face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Song Yu was taken aback, and took the tablet computer on the bedside with his backhand, skillfully opened the live video app, and found the latest user from the small watch list——Kiwi_CH.

Kiwi usually broadcast live from [-]pm to [-]am.When Song Yu clicked in, Kiwi was live streaming.

Originally, he wanted to unfollow, but under the influence of curiosity and sarcasm, Song Yu still clicked into the live broadcast room to take a look.

"I'll repeat it again, it's fine to play tricks, and I don't care about being a ghost, but don't go looking for strawberry milk rabbits anymore."

Unexpectedly, Kiwi did not play games live tonight. The live room was a computer desktop with original wallpaper and only two columns of icons.

"She refused to enter my motorcade, there must be her reasons and considerations, there is no need to be searched by so many people on the Internet because of this matter.

"After all, she is a girl, so searching for it like this will bring her a lot of trouble and inconvenience, so don't look for it anymore."

Listen carefully, is Kiwi educating fans not to search for Strawberry Milk Bunny?

Although the gender was completely wrong, Song Yu liked this attitude and the way he dealt with it.

"It won't be broadcast tonight. Everyone, please calm down. It doesn't matter if it's directed at me, don't disturb girls, is it okay?" Kiwi tried to persuade.

Speaking of which, Kiwi's image on the Internet is also very mysterious.During the live broadcast, he only talked without showing his face, and never revealed things in real life, and no one knew what his occupation was or where his home was.

This kind of mystery is deliberately created by many e-sports anchors. Song Yu didn't find it fresh and interesting; when he first paid attention to Kiwi for revenge, he was not attracted by Kiwi's mystery.

Instead, he took off Kiwi's vest, and after knowing that this guy and Young Master Cheng were the same person, Song Yu became interested.

He vaguely felt that Kiwi and him were "the same kind of people".

The celebration party for the [-]th anniversary of Fresh Orange Entertainment ended. Song Yu dragged her trembling body from the violent singing and dancing, and panted back to the backstage dressing room.

"Sister, how well did I sing just now?" Taking a deep breath and breathing again, while trying to calm down, he asked Chen Yao for credit, "Is it enough to make you look good?"

"Okay, okay, let's take it easy, really." Chen Yao handed over a bottle of mineral water that had been unscrewed, "Drink slowly, don't drink it all at once, it's not good for your health.

"The artist I bring must have a long face."

"Is it easy to talk about the studio now?"

"It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk." Chen Yao coaxed a child, handed the water and then handed the paper towel, "You have a good rest first, there are two performances to come, I'll go and see what's going on; If so, come here quickly, do you hear me?"

Song Yu made an OK gesture.

Chen Yao turned around and left, leaving Song Yu to rest in the dressing room.

This dressing room is not exclusive to Song Yu, other artists will also come here to make up and rest, but at this time, there is only one artist in Song Yu.

Song Yu sat and rested for a while, Shun got angry and started to feel bored again. He picked up his phone and started looking around, followed the push of new news and clicked into Kiwi's anchor information homepage.

This guy posted a notice on the homepage the day before yesterday, saying that due to his busy work recently, the start time of the broadcast will become unstable, so fans should not wait for the live broadcast.

Knowing the truth, Song Yu thought to himself, being the head of an entertainment company, isn't it because he's busy with work.

Tonight, Kiwi updated another text message, saying that the broadcast will start in the early morning to celebrate the end of work.

Song Yu couldn't help complaining: Are you celebrating a ball?Singing and dancing exhaustingly is obviously our artist!

I swiped through the homepage of Kiwi, and just as I was about to cut it off due to boredom, I suddenly heard a click from the side.

"Who is taking pictures?"

Song Yu looked in the direction of the sound source almost reflexively, and at the same time turned off the screen of the phone.

"Did someone secretly take a picture just now?"

In the noisy dressing room, it was obvious that not only Song Yu heard the click, but also several other makeup artists, and looked back.

"Yes, it's me." The boy who was stared at raised his hands in a gesture of innocent surrender, "I want to take a picture of the clothes, but I forgot to turn off the sound. It's definitely not a sneak shot."

"Hey, little pig." A make-up artist smiled and explained to Song Yu, "He is the staff who organizes the clothes. He has been in for a while. He usually arranges clothes and accessories backstage. He is his own person."

Staff nodded like a piggy, took the initiative to take off the work card hanging around his neck, and handed it to Song Yu: "This is my work card."

Song Yu frowned and glanced.

In normal times, Song Yu would probably have been fooled.After all, the other party has a work permit, and can be called a nickname by the makeup artist. If he cares about it, it will appear that he is very suspicious.

But just two days ago, she was blocked by illegitimate students in the parking lot of the apartment, so Song Yu inevitably became more vigilant.After reading the work card, Song Yu stretched out his hand and insisted.

"Okay, can you show me the picture you just took?"

Piglet seemed a little hesitant: "This...isn't that good? Photo albums involve personal privacy."

"Aren't you taking pictures of matching suits? There's no such thing as privacy. Show me the clothes, let me learn how to wear them."

"That's not okay." Xiaozhu refused to hand over the phone, "In the entertainment industry, which artist's outfit is not private? Song Dingliu, this is really not something you can watch if you want."

At first, Song Yu was only suspicious and cautious, but now he was aroused by the phrase "Song Dingliu", and became angry.

"I don't care about other people's houses, but this is the backstage of the fresh orange entertainment artists - all the clothes are hung up and put aside, can this be privacy?"

Song Yu suppressed his anger and took a tough attitude.

"Show me, or my manager and I will report that you are using public equipment for private purposes and infringing on the artist's privacy by taking advantage of your position."

"I--"

"what happened?"

Cheng Qiwen's appearance interrupted Xiaozhu's defense.

Different from the casual appearance when we first met, today's Young Master Cheng is wearing a suit and leather face, and he looks a lot stiffer than last time.On the contrary, the aura it exudes is even more frightening.

The stiff-mouthed staff of the dead duck saw Mr. Cheng appearing, and immediately faltered, hanging his head and shouting: "Mr. Cheng..."

Cheng Qiwen looked at Staff, then at Song Yu.

Song Yu was in a bad mood and couldn't bring himself to cheer up: "Mr. Cheng."

"Is this backstage for rest, or for quarreling?" Cheng Qiwen said indifferently, "I think something happened, and it turned out that the artist and the staff were arguing here?"

"I don't want to either." Song Yu's temper showed at this time, and he said directly, "He doesn't secretly take pictures of me, and I don't bother arguing with him."

"Sneak shot?" Seeing Staff holding the phone, Cheng Qiwen immediately guessed the whole story, "Take a look after unlocking it."

In front of Mr. Cheng, Xiaozhu didn't dare to say anything, so he unlocked the phone and handed it over with trembling hands.

Cheng Qiwen took a look - good guy, the first picture is Song Yu sitting on a chair and playing with his mobile phone!

"Are you in focus?" Cheng Qiwen's face darkened, and he zoomed in on the photo.

Because the focus was clear, Song Yu's phone interface was also photographed, why did Cheng Qiwen find it familiar?

This interface, this content, this ID——

Doesn't this make it clear that it's his number?