"No comment. Zhou Wen said lightly.

Qiao Yale was speechless for a while, and the agent on the side stumbled at this time, and his body fell towards a cardboard box.

"Oops!" the agent hurriedly shouted.

Qiao Yale also screamed.

Everyone looked very nervous, and if this fell, the contents of the box would be destroyed again.

At this moment, Zhou Wen appeared beside the agent, grabbed the agent's arm, and threw him out.

Boom!

The agent fell backwards and slammed into the wall.

"The place is small, walk with long eyes, it doesn't matter if you break it, you can't afford these things. Zhou Wen said coldly.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out behind the agent's back.

He really wanted to pretend to fall down just now so as to destroy a box of props, but he didn't expect to be discovered by this man.

The speed just now was too fast.

"Now that Sister Xintong's props are ready, then I am relieved and wish Sister Xintong's concert a smooth start. Qiao Yale squeezed out a smile and said.

Then, she turned around and walked out of the break room.

The agent also hurriedly followed, but it made him a little sore just now.

"Miss Qiao, are we going to forget it? This is not good, we can't let Mu Xintong's concert go smoothly. The agent whispered.

Qiao Yale's face was covered with a layer of frost, and she said gloomily: "Did you see that woman just now?"

The agent was puzzled: "Miss Qiao, what do you mean?"

"That woman is probably a member of Mu Xintong's fan support club, and she is a little short-tempered, so you can take advantage of it, you go and arrange it, and create a few more black materials during the concert. Qiao Yale said coldly.

The agent's eyes rolled and he suddenly understood.

"Miss Qiao, I promise to arrange this matter for you. ”

When he arrived at the exit, Qiao Yale suddenly clutched his stomach, his body bent slightly, and his face showed pain.

"Miss Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

Outside the door, a group of reporters immediately ran up.

It was fine to go in just now, how did you come out and look like this ghost?

"I'm fine, I'm sorry, it's just that my stomach hurts a little. Joyle Silver Tooth gritted.

How could that group of reporters let go of this gossip news and interviewed one after another.

"Miss Qiao, what's going on?"

"Miss Qiao is not feeling well?"

The agent said slowly: "Miss Qiao is unwell, and it is inconvenient for her to be interviewed for the time being, so you should come back another day." ”

The agent opened the way ahead and led Joyle into the car.

When he entered the carriage, Qiao Yale gave the agent a look, and then got into the carriage.

The broker already understands what it means.

By the time the group of reporters caught up, the car door slammed shut, and Qiao Yale's figure was no longer visible.

"What the hell is going on with Miss Joe?"

The reporters were curious.

The agent sighed and said, "Miss Qiao didn't let me say this matter, but I really can't swallow it." ”

When the reporters heard this, the microphones in their hands clenched even tighter.

Good guy, there's something hidden.

Seeing that this group of reporters had pricked up their ears, the agent sighed: "Just now inside, Miss Qiao was kind enough to comfort Miss Mu, everyone should know that Miss Mu and Miss Qiao are good friends." ”

But before he could think about it, one of Miss Mu's fans suddenly rushed in and kicked Miss Qiao, kicking him right in the stomach. ”

"Of course, I must state that this matter has nothing to do with Miss Mu, it is completely the self-behavior of that fan, for the sake of Miss Mu's reputation, Miss Qiao didn't let me say it, but I really couldn't help it. ”

Many reporters went crazy when they heard this.

Mu Xintong's fans hit Qiao Yale?

That's a lot of stuff.

Recently, the materials in the entertainment industry are simply one after another and never stop.

Yesterday it was Mu Xintong and Bright Entertainment who had a complete falling out, and today it is Mu Xintong fans beating Qiao Yale.

Could it be that the two good sisters in the entertainment industry are going to turn their faces?

As for the so-called fan behavior, it has nothing to do with celebrities, so reporters don't care about it.

If the fans don't do a good job, the stars don't manage it well.

Is it true or not?

Qiao Yale held her stomach, and the agent admitted it personally, can there be a fake?

"Well, forget it, let's go to the hospital for a check-up first. The agent said slowly and sat in the co-pilot.

The car gradually left the place.

The group of entertainment reporters immediately concocted a press release and posted it online.

"Sister turned her face? Mu Xintong's fans beat Qiao Yale!"

"Qiao Yale was seriously injured and hospitalized, I refused to be interviewed, and my agent burst into tears!"

"Plastic sisterhood? Mu Xintong instructed fans to sneak attack Qiao Yale?"

……

One after another appalling headlines poured into the hot search.

Following the incident of Bright Entertainment, this news once again appeared on the hot search.

There was only one hour left until the concert began.

Backstage lounge.

Mu Xintong and the others sat on the sofa with solemn faces.

At this moment, she has changed into a blue low-cut backless dress for the show.

The beautiful figure is even more beautiful by this dress.

With a slender waist, sexy collarbones, and a slender neck, Mu Xintong's whole body exudes a goddess temperament.

"Sister Xintong, this matter is definitely not done by the people of our support club, no matter how angry I Zhang Nanrong is, I will never do this kind of thing, and I will never let my subordinates do this kind of thing!" Zhang Nanrong said angrily.

inexplicably carried a black pot, and it was difficult not to get angry.

Now on the Internet, the account of Mu Xintong's fan support club has been compromised

, Zhang Nanrong had no choice but to close the comments.

Everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

"I believe you, I believe you, Qiao Yale does this, it seems that she really intends to tear her face with me, is she sure that she can beat me down this time?" Mu Xintong sneered.

On her chest, a jewel hangs.

This gem is the lucky gemstone.

With the blessing of the lucky gem, Mu Xintong believes that her luck will not be too bad.

"It's really hateful, what should we do!" Zhang Nanrong said anxiously.

Even if she gets angry again, she can't really beat Qiao Yale now, then it's up to the fans to do it.

At this time, Zhang Nanrong's mobile phone rang.

"Sister Rong, no, Qiao Yale's fans are blocking the door, saying that they want to ask Qiao Yale for an explanation!" said the man on the phone anxiously.

"I'll come over right away!" Zhang Nanrong said hurriedly.

The door to the lounge was slammed open, and a group of concert staff walked in.

"Miss Mu, it's dangerous to hold a concert now, are you sure you want to continue to hold it?" asked the staff.

"Held. Mu Xintong stood up.

The posture is upright, like a white swan with its head held high.

"Miss Mu, then please come with us, we will guarantee your safety. The staff said.

These people are some security personnel of the organizer, and they have a cooperative relationship with Mu Xintong.

"Good. Mu Xintong nodded.

"Sister Xintong, be careful. Zhang Nanrong said with concern.

"Thank you. Mu Xintong turned around, bent down and bowed.

Outside the door, the group of staff in security uniforms waited quietly.

The assistant followed behind Mu Xintong, and the two of them walked outside together.

Inside the security guards, a man of short stature, had a red glint flashing in his eyes.

When Mu Xintong just walked to the middle of the security guards, the man suddenly pounced on Mu Xintong's body.

"What for!" shouted the crowd.

The man had a lewd smile on his face.

"Miss Mu, you look so good, let me be refreshed!" the man made a strange sound.

Mu Xintong was frightened and hurriedly retreated.

But her feet were high heels, and with such a sudden retreat, the high heels tripped and the whole person fell backwards.

However, her body did not hit the ground, but leaned against a solid embrace.

Mu Xintong looked up and saw Zhou Wen's resolute face.

The slender waist was just hugged by Zhou Wen.

The man still pounced, and Zhou Wen suddenly sent out a spiritual attack.

Dragon Thorn!

An invisible psychic attack pierced the man's eyebrows.

Syllable!

As if something was shattered, Zhou Wen's eyes saw the depths of the man's eyes, and a red thing disappeared.

And the man rolled his eyes, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Arrest him!" shouted the security captain.

This happened, and it almost didn't scare him.

Something really happened to Mu Xintong, and he couldn't escape the blame.

"Wait. Zhou Wendao.

He helped Mu Xintong up, and as soon as Mu Xintong turned around, the softness of his chest hit his chest.

Zhou Wen held back the restlessness in his heart and came to the man just now.

Perspective Eye activated.

His spiritual power also spread out.

A small red bug ran quickly in the man's veins.

As if sensing that Zhou Wen was looking for it, the insect moved quickly, and finally rushed into the heart.

"Come out for me!"

Zhou Wen let out a loud cry in his heart, and a fixed dragon seal smashed down.

The whole little red bug suddenly remained motionless, as if it had been frozen.

Zhou Wen immediately manipulated his mental power to stimulate the little insect to run out of his heart.

Eventually, the man on the ground suddenly began to cough.

"Ahem, ahem!"

With a loud cough, he spat out a small red bug, mixed with some blood.

"What happened to me?" the man looked dazed.

When he saw the red worms and blood stains on the ground, he fainted with fright.

"What is this?" Zhou Wen wondered.

"It seems to be lowering the head!" Zhang Nanrong's voice sounded.

"Head down?"

In Zhou Wen's mind, some information about the head descending master appeared.

"So this man was manipulated by his head just now?"

Fortunately, he found out just now in time, otherwise Mu Xintong would have had an accident, and the concert probably wouldn't have been able to go on.

"The head lowering master behind Qiao Yale has finally made a move, and it is not in vain that I have spent so much effort, if this head lowering master has a magic weapon in his hand, it will make a lot of money. Zhou Wen said secretly in his heart.

"Go out first. Mu Xintong said slowly.

Inside the lounge, everyone walked out when they heard the news.

In the room, only Zhou Wen and Mu Xintong were left.

The assistant was the last to leave, and when he left, he consciously closed the door of the room.

Mu Xintong stood in front of Zhou Wen, stretched out his arms and hugged Zhou Wen tightly, and his face was also raised.

Lips with lipstick on glow seductively.

"Zhou Wen, you have helped me so many times, I really have nothing to repay you. ”

Mu Xintong couldn't hide his ears and kissed Zhou Wen on the face.

A lip print was left on it.

"I, Mu Xintong, have never been with a man in my life, if this concert ends successfully, I will be your person. Mu Xintong said in a deep voice.

Zhou Wen smiled deliberately: "Then you can take a big advantage." ”