Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

Sui Yuncheng lit a cigarette, and the moment the smell of tobacco entered his lungs, he gained a moment of peace.

He closed his eyes and leaned his back against the wall, but still felt empty.

To be precise, since the year Jiang Haichao left him, he has always felt that there is an empty place in his heart.

The endless void almost drowned him.

Xiang Siming hated the smell of cigarettes, so he just folded his arms and stared at him from a distance.

"You said, are we jerks for clinging to Jiang Haichao?" Sui Yuncheng bit his cigarette, his aggressive eyes were hidden in the smoke, showing a little confusion.

"Indeed." Xiang Siming said, "How about you let go?"

Sui Yuncheng glanced at him, then smiled wryly.

let go?May I ask, among so many people, who is willing to let go easily?

"Stop talking nonsense," Xiang Siming has calmed down, "The most important thing right now is to clarify the black material on the hot search, and secondly, to find out the people behind the scenes."

Xiang Siming analyzed calmly: "I'll do the clarification. You have a lot of contacts and are responsible for checking people."

The person who always had his eyes above his head didn't refute at this moment, but said helplessly: "I didn't expect that I would have a day of peace and cooperation with you kid."

After breaking up with Jiang Haichao—or, after being unilaterally dumped by Jiang Haichao, Sui Yuncheng watched him walk with a pretty boy.

He watched Jiang Haichao embrace another person, and watched them holding hands and kissing in a deserted street.

At that moment, Sui Yuncheng was almost overwhelmed by the soaring anger and jealousy.

Sui Yuncheng thought about killing Xiang Siming countless times, wishing that he would disappear from Jiang Haichao's world immediately.

But now, Sui Yuncheng only finds it ridiculous.

"This is the price to pay for loving him." Xiang Siming seemed to see through Sui Yuncheng, and pierced his mind sharply, "Do you think I don't hate you?"

He hated everyone who had stayed by Jiang Haichao's side, and he had been aggrieved and depressed.

But he knew clearly that this was the price of falling in love with Jiang Haichao.

If you want to pursue the magnificence of the sea, you must bear the turbulence of the waves.

Xiang Siming turned on his phone and posted the long text that had been revised repeatedly on Weibo.

Sui Yuncheng opened the address book and began to contact people who could be used.

Public opinion on the Internet is boiling, and those who can stand up to speak out for Jiang Haichao at this time are undoubtedly risking public outrage.

But Xiang Siming didn't care, he first explained the filming process in the past few days logically and clearly, showing that Jiang Haichao didn't make any big moves.

Then, Xiang Siming gave full play to his demeanor as a schoolmaster, and sharply satirized those sunspots who followed suit.

This reckless operation directly attracted the anger of the masses who had nowhere to vent.

Soon, Xiang Siming's Weibo was under the abuse of everyone.

And a large number of Xiang Siming's fans are even more puzzled.

"Xueba, have you been bewitched by Jiang Haichao? Have you forgotten how he treated you? Are you still standing up to speak for him at this time?"

"Are you crazy? Why are you still entangled with Jiang Haichao?"

"Xiang Siming, Mom won't allow you to fall in love! Go back to school and study hard!"

Xiang Siming is not a celebrity, so he directly posted a statement in his personal chat without any scruples: "I am willing from the beginning to the end, don't teach me how to do things."

"What's the situation?" The little assistant was holding the phone, looking at the bloody Weibo, his eyes were wide open, "Xiang Siming, this is..."

Was he really bewitched by Jiang Haichao? !

After this operation, the crusade against Jiang Haichao on the Internet gradually changed.

Everyone was discussing what method Jiang Haichao used to fascinate the top students from Huada University.

And Jiang Haichao's fans finally had a little room to speak out.

"Just look at the face of our sister Shui, who can stand it?"

"It's not a day or two for Jiang Haichao to deceive people with his face. I think my old lady was directly beaten to the bottom of the pit by a still photo of him."

"Let's get to know the Yunnan hot girls who are both A and sassy, ​​and also have a delicate attribute!"

The little assistant watched helplessly as this group of true fans who were comparable to black fans brought an unbelievable topic to the hot searches.

#江海潮云南烤妹#

stop wow!The little assistant's heart is bleeding, others spend money on hot searches, only his family spends money to cancel hot searches all day long for this group of fans who let themselves go.

In those years, they spent public relations fees for wicked fans: #娇娇水妹江海涛#, #江海涛Would they play tricks? #、#江海潮姐姐朋友很1000million#

#云南烤女和his 1000 million sisters#

The little assistant clutched her chest and frantically threw money at Sister Wang before clicking on this frenzied trending search.

And Huo Yan's public relations team can be called an elite in the industry. In less than half a day, they not only removed Jiang Haichao's black material, but even those follow-up official accounts did not dare to speak out.

"Mr. Huo is really awesome." The little assistant smiled gratifiedly as he saw the voice of discussion on the Internet gradually diminishing.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore.

There was a muffled sound in the room, followed by Jiang Haichao's uncontrollable scolding.

"Huo Yan, you fucking let me go!"

Jiang Haichao's hands were pressed on the bed, and his whole body was firmly imprisoned in Huo Yan's arms.

"Huo Yan, what are you doing?"

Huo Yan pressed Jiang Haichao with one hand and pinched the back of his neck with the other, forcing Jiang Haichao to look up.

"The hot search matter is resolved." Huo Yan lowered his eyes, and his aggressive eyes lingered on Jiang Haichao's lips, "What about today's matter?"

"Team up with that kid on purpose, huh?" Huo Yan looked at Jiang Haichao with dark currents in his eyes.

"There must be a lot of people hacking me online now." Jiang Haichao looked at Huo Yan and changed the topic.

"Why, do you care?"

Good job, successfully changed the subject!Jiang Haichao applauded himself in his heart.

Jiang Haichao sneered, "I deserve it."

He closed his eyes to hide the bewilderment and helplessness in his eyes, "You can suppress the next hot search, what about the next one? Huo Yan, I don't need your sympathy."

Jiang Haichao closed his eyes, the end of his eyes turned red, "However, I still want to thank you."

"Mr. Huo," Jiang Haichao held Huo Yan's hand, raised his face, and the distance between the two of them instantly narrowed, their noses touching, "How do you want me to repay you?"

Jiang Haichao smiled, "I have nothing now, presumably, the only thing I can repay is this."

With his eyes closed, he found Huo Yan's lips.

Jiang Haichao could feel the opponent's breathing freeze for a moment.

At first, Huo Yan didn't move, but following Jiang Haichao's gentle probing, the man couldn't bear it anymore...

The moment he was pushed away by Huo Yan, Jiang Haichao was dumbfounded.

Clam?The beauty trick doesn't work anymore? !

"Jiang Haichao, I know exactly what kind of person you are." Huo Yan raised his finger and licked Jiang Haichao's red lips, "When did you become so glassy?"

Jiang Haichao's acting career was indeed smooth, but it was an entertainment industry full of fish and dragons after all, and no one could escape the fate of being hacked.

However, Jiang Haichao, relying on his excellent strength and... a salted fish-like attitude towards life, has come to today without any surprise in the chaos.

How can such a person be so sad because of a fake material that doesn't exist?

It's over!Looking at Huo Yan's sober eyes, Jiang Haichao knew that his life was about to end.

Huo Yan sneered, raised his hand, and unbuttoned Jiang Haichao one by one, "However, since you're so grateful—"

He leaned over and planted a kiss on Jiang Haichao's neck, "I will fulfill your kindness."

"I, I, no," Jiang Haichao struggled in vain, "Huo Yan, wait a minute."

Jiang Haichao: "Don't do this."

With a soft bang, the buttons fell to the ground.

Jiang Haichao only felt a chill on his chest.

"Huo Yan!" Jiang Haichao kicked his legs anxiously, but Huo Yan seemed to have lost his patience. He raised his leg and suppressed the restless person.

"Don't do this, can you?" Jiang Haichao tilted his head, trying to avoid the man's forceful kiss, "I, I feel uncomfortable..."

The man pinched Jiang Haichao's chin, wantonly grabbing the warmth between his lips and teeth.

"Uncomfortable?" Huo Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Do you think I will still be fooled?"

"Wife," the man leaned closer to his ear, breathing unsteadily, "Have you heard the story of the wolf coming?"

Outside the door, the little assistant turned around several times in a hurry.

It's over, it's over, it won't work if you use too much!

Just when he was about to rush in regardless of his own safety—Jiang Haichao finally started his performance.

"Huo Yan," Jiang Haichao trembled, trying to suppress his crying, "I know I was wrong, please don't do this, I'm afraid."

Acknowledge your mistakes, admit your mistakes, and do it all in one go.

"Jiang Haichao—" Huo Yan was holding Jiang Haichao's face, and was about to say something, but his palms were suddenly wet with tears.

He wanted to say, you don't have to act out this kind of bitter drama, and you don't have to struggle in vain.

Seeing that Jiang Haichao was really crying, all Huo Yan's words disappeared in his throat.

Jiang Haichao's black hair was disheveled, and the ends of his closed eyes trembled slightly. His straight eyelashes were wet with tears and formed into strands. The teardrops fell drop by drop, hitting Huo Yan's palm.

"Huo Yan, I'm afraid." He said, curled up involuntarily, trembling.

Jiang Haichao said softly: "Huo Yan, don't do this."

I am really afraid of you.

I am afraid of your ferocity, your strength, your eyes, your breath.

What Jiang Haichao was most afraid of was Huo Yan's hot heart.

Huo Yan's love is a net, a cage, and imprisonment.

It is a shackle that will bind Jiang Haichao's hands and feet at any time.

"I'm afraid." Jiang Haichao trembled, and finally broke free from Huo Yan's suppression. He curled up and hugged himself tightly.

Jiang Haichao lowered his head, his clothes had fallen to his arms in the entanglement, revealing a large area of ​​cold white skin, and his lips were also stained a layer of crimson because of the man's kiss.

It looked very pitiful.

"Jiang Haichao," Huo Yan paused, lost his voice for a moment, and then recovered his voice, "I..."

All of a sudden, the man who was calm at the negotiating table lost his judgment again.

"Huo Yan, can you stop doing this?" Jiang Haichao's voice was muffled, with a faint cry, "I'm really scared."

Huo Yan didn't make another sound, got up silently, and sat on the side of the bed.

He originally wanted to light a cigarette, but felt his pocket before realizing that he had quit smoking for many years.

Because Jiang Haichao doesn't like the smell of smoke.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Haichao finally stopped crying. He raised his hand and slowly put on his clothes.

Seeing the buttons rolling down on the ground, Jiang Haichao paused, got back on the bed, bent over, and picked up the buttons one by one.

Looking at Jiang Haichao's back squatting on the ground, Huo Yan was silent for a long time.

"Huo Yan," Jiang Haichao stood up with his back turned to Huo Yan, and gathered his loose clothes, "I can't give you what you want."

Jiang Haichao paused, and then said: "But if you want to force it, I can't do anything." He laughed at himself, "I'm just a little thing, you can do whatever you want."

"Jiang Haichao," Huo Yan stared at his back, said in a deep voice, "I was the one who was betrayed, let down, and abandoned."

Huo Yan got up and walked slowly behind Jiang Haichao, "The one who is powerless and unable to resist is also me."

He sighed, sure enough, he would always be a loser no matter what.

In front of Jiang Haichao, Huo Yan would never have a chance of winning.

Huo Yan personally offered his self-esteem, "You said, you are afraid of me," he smiled wryly, "Okay, then I'll change it, okay?"

Huo Yan hugged Jiang Haichao from behind, and sighed deeply, "I can change anything, Jiang Haichao, I accept my fate and admit defeat."

He humiliated and coaxed him softly, "Jiang Haichao, look back at me, okay?"

***

"Tsk?" The little assistant opened the door and listened for a while, but didn't hear anything.

Could it be that Jiang Haichao succeeded in turning the tide?

Just as the little assistant applauded his boss happily, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he fell into the cold eyes of Xiang Siming and Sui Yuncheng.

Xiang Siming: "How is Jiang Haichao?"

The little assistant was overly frightened and subconsciously said, "It's on Mr. Huo's bed..."

After finishing speaking, the little assistant heard the sound of his soul breaking.