What if the object of the gift is a paranoid?

At this time, a lady also put her child on the stage and began to play the piano.

Tang Shijun was immersed in Zhou Suyi's smile just now, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, then he walked aside and tugged at his mother's sleeve, "Mom, what's the name of the boy who played the piano just now?"

"The boy playing the piano?" His mother looked up at the little boy who was playing on the stage, "That's the child of the Li family, his name is Li Yanqing."

Li Yanqing and Tang Shijun silently remembered this name in their hearts, and conveyed it to his younger brother Tang Shixuan after returning home.

Not long after, his elder brother Tang Shijun left the country, and Tang Shixuan was also controlled by strict family education, so he didn't see the boy who played the piano again for a long time.

I can only think of this name suddenly when I relax occasionally.

With the accumulation of time, he could no longer remember the appearance of the piano boy in his impression, he only remembered the name, and his obsession with him became deeper and more distorted.

And Zhou Suyi, because of Tang Shijun's words, went against his father's wishes, refused to become an elegant pianist, but entered the show business circle, and struggled for a full 10 years, just to become the star that everyone focused on in his mouth.

After he managed to succeed, he waited for the news of Tang Shixuan's marriage. Zhou Suyi didn't know why he felt lost, and couldn't explain why.

So he adjusted his mentality and devoted himself to work. Maybe his original intention was just gratitude, because if it wasn't for Tang Shixuan, he would not be able to achieve what he is today.

But fate made another ridiculous joke for him, letting him enter Li Yanqing's body inexplicably, this was simply a great test of his conscience.

He can only rely on his strong willpower to resist Tang Shixuan's offensive, keep his mind clear at all times, and prevent himself from indulging in the beauty trap.

At 1 o'clock the next morning, a photo appeared on Weibo's hot search list No.[-], with a big title saying "Li Yanqing appeared in the coffee shop late at night to meet the mysterious person"

As soon as the photos were released, there was an uproar, and there were different opinions on the Internet.

Xue Wenqing looked at the headline feed on his mobile phone, and smiled contemptuously. He thought the reporter was so daring, so he put a photo taken by Li Yanqing when he first arrived at the coffee shop.

The content of the news inside was also vague, and nothing about him was mentioned from the beginning to the end. This reporter is really not ordinary timid.

This piece of news was withdrawn after being on the hot search for less than half an hour, and there was no relevant entry on the entire Internet.

In the Tang family villa, Tang Shixuan leaned on the sofa and pursed his thin lips slightly, with a bit of world-weary alienation. He was answering the phone when the secretary's capable voice came from the opposite side, "Boss, the news has already told them to withdraw. "

"Well, you should work first." Tang Shixuan squeezed the center of his brows, hung up the phone, stared at the fruit plate on the table, and frowned.

Zhou Suyi, what are you doing...

Such a big movement naturally reached He Qinian's ears.

As soon as He Qinian saw the news, he rushed to stay at Zhou Suyi's hotel. When Zhou Suyi opened the door, he was fully dressed and still had a mobile phone in his hand. He must have known about the news.

"Explain, who did you meet last night and why didn't you tell me?"

He Qinian threw the phone on the table, and the screen was the picture he cut.

Zhou Suyi also knew about the news just now, he glanced at the content on the screen, just as he thought, He Qinian came here for this matter.

"Is this person Xue Wenqing?" He Qinian put his index finger firmly on the blurry figure in the photo, and waited quietly for Zhou Suyi's next words, as if Zhou Suyi could pounce on him and bite his neck off as soon as he said it was He Qinian.

So Zhou Suyi could only choose to remain silent.

He Qinian held his forehead, as if he didn't want to say anything more, he took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and gestured to Zhou Suyi.

"OK, I don't want to interfere so much with your private life, as long as it doesn't affect your work, is that okay?"

Zhou Suyi nodded and didn't explain too much to He Qinian.

In the afternoon, we will shoot the promotional poster of "No Glory".

Zhou Suyi was wearing a high-end light gray Korean-style casual wear, with three silver chains hanging on his chest, paired with blue jeans, and glasses with gold chains.

The earlobe of the left ear wears an obsidian round earring. Today's image is a cool street boy with a rebellious, domineering, and wild feeling.

When the driver brought Zhou Suyi to the studio, he was already half an hour late.

As soon as Zhou Suyi's car arrived, the director hurriedly sent someone to pick it up. Several staff members crowded around in front of the car door. When they saw Zhou Suyi coming down, their eyes lit up and they smiled enthusiastically, "Mr. Li, I'm looking forward to you. Come on in, everyone is waiting."

Zhou Suyi didn't answer, but the assistant Xiaoji apologized to the big guy when he entered, "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for a long time."

Everyone else is fine, the low air pressure on the scene is all from one person.

He is crossing his legs, wearing the uniform of the DK team, with sharp edges and corners, a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes, with a bit of lingering hostility in his eyes, thin lips slightly pursed, handsome and exquisite facial features seem to be carefully carved of perfect art.

Song Yi is usually handsome, now that he is dressed up like this, he can make his debut in place, but his fiery temper is like a game, and ordinary people really can't control it.

For example, now, he has openly flirted with Zhou Suyi. If it were Li Yanqing, he might have started a fight with him on the spot.

He Minjie's heart was hanging in his throat, and the idea of ​​sending Song Yi into the entertainment industry was immediately dismissed.

Song Yi's temper is probably not suitable for the entertainment industry.

However, Song Yi's temper came and went quickly. During the photo shoot, his attention was diverted, and most of his anger disappeared.

When Zhou Suyi took pictures, his temperament was precise and accurate. It seems that he also studied the script seriously. From the perspective of appearance and temperament, he completely meets the director's standards. He is Lin Yao in the director's mind, that street boy who wants to show off, Furious, evil, charming and relaxed, he is worthy of Zhou Suyi.

After the two leading actors finished taking the makeup photo, it was the turn of others to take the photo. Zhou Suyi crossed his legs and sat on the chair Xiaoji had prepared for him. Wearing sunglasses, he swiped his phone and checked Weibo.

Song Yi needs some time to adapt to Zhou Suyi's changes, because his current appearance is completely different from the appearance he met before.

He unceremoniously pulled away Zhou Suyi's sunglasses. Seeing Zhou Suyi's puzzled expression, he pushed back the sunglasses again, "Just to make sure that you are the real person."

When Zhou Suyi heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly came to his senses, and then smiled, "It's just getting used to the role in advance, my personal habits, I look weird now?"

Zhou Suyi took off his sunglasses and pointed at himself, and asked him in surprise, Song Yi answered him truthfully, "No, it just doesn't feel like the same person."

"I just thought you were praising me." Zhou Suyi smiled lightly, as if he had become innocent and harmless again in a trance, and he didn't have the slightest sense of disobedience in wearing this eye-catching and trendy clothes.

"You still look more pleasing to the eye like this."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for Zhou Suyi's reply. Zhou Suyi stayed where he was, wondering what he was thinking.