The road on the side street was narrow, and Zhang Xiaojian's car blocked all the way as soon as he crossed it.

The lights weren't very bright, except for dim street lamps at one end and the other, but luckily the full moon was high tonight, illuminating not only the side street, but the whole city.

Of course, the headlights of more than two dozen cars were enough to light up the neighborhood.

Zhang Xiaojian stepped out of the business car he was driving, came to the driver's seat of the first off-road vehicle in the intricate headlights, and knocked on the window.

The windows automatically lowered, revealing the face of a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't pay attention to his facial features, just glanced at the car casually, and the positions of the back seats were all covered by black cloth, and naturally determined their identities.

"Have a cigarette. Zhang Xiaojian pointed to the cigarette case above the steering wheel, which seemed very casual.

The middle-aged man of the old paparazzi immediately took out a cigarette and handed it to him, and after Zhang Xiaojian took it in his mouth, he also lit it with a lighter.

Zhang Xiaojian saw that he was quite eye-catching, spit out a puff of cigarette and asked, "Have you watched the second issue of "Dear Sister"?"

The old paparazzi knew that he couldn't hide his identity, so he had to nod, but he didn't follow up for a while, and he didn't understand why Zhang Xiaojian asked...

"You know I have a junior brother who is good at it, right?"

Old paparazzi... I see.

Zhang Xiaojian flicked the cigarette ash and said, "I'm better." ”

"Mr. Zhang..."

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and said, "In the future, I won't be beaten." ”

The old paparazzi don't know what to say... But it all comes down to Zhang Xiaojian being notoriously poor in quality... It's really possible for him to do anything.

Zhang Xiaojian took a second puff of cigarette and said: "I'll drive away in a while, you are not allowed to drive, you hit the steering wheel and cross the car in this half an hour before leaving, do you know?"

The old paparazzi had never heard of such an unreasonable request, this was to make him change from a star-chasing paparazzi to a sword messenger, and it was an insult to his profession...

So he was ready to refuse, but Zhang Xiaojian didn't give him a chance to speak: "If you don't agree, I will check you out, your company will be cared for by all Chinese lawyers, and you yourself will become an Internet celebrity by attending court every day." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaojian handed him the remaining half of the cigarette.

The old paparazzi subconsciously took it and helped him extinguish it in the ashtray in the car.

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "Let's go." ”

When he walked past the front of the car, the off-road vehicle driven by the old paparazzi started, and the steering wheel turned, replacing Zhang Xiaojian's business car, and it was across the narrow street...

Within a minute, Zhang Xiaojian drove a business car away from the side street that was still congested in the middle of the night.

Listening to the rapid whistle in this street, the corners of his mouth twitched: "I'm really social." ”

……

Throwing off the little tail, the business car returned to the villa safely.

The second aunt yawned and opened the door, and the supper was naturally ready.

At the dinner table, the mother and daughter, who hadn't seen each other for a few days, naturally had a lot to say, and after Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly ate, he went to sleep.

Tomorrow Xueqing has to catch an early flight, he has to go back to Ningyuan, these two days can be regarded as recuperating, and he misses Mozhu very much.

I didn't say anything all night, and before I woke up the next morning, I heard a voice outside.

Zhang Xiaojian frowned and turned over, but his voice was a little too noisy, and his consciousness gradually woke up.

Sitting up in desperation, he pushed open the door in pajamas and his hair was like a chicken nest, and he saw a lot of uncles and aunts downstairs wearing fancy clothes, and the second aunt was entertaining...

"Mr. Zhang~~!"

I don't know if it was the aunt who screamed crookedly, Zhang Xiaojian hit a spirit, his mind was instantly clear, and goosebumps fell all over the ground...

"Little sword... These are my friends. The second aunt's smile was a little stiff and a little helpless.

Obviously, she didn't want these people to be here either, in fact only four or five of them were her friends, and the rest were friends brought by her friends.

It is said that old ladies don't chase stars... It didn't happen around me.

In the old lady's group, there is really an old lady's son who has become a big star, and they are already idle, of course they have to find something to do for themselves.

Thereupon... After washing, Zhang Xiaojian went downstairs and heard a boast with a sense of age.

"This guy is so handsome..."

"Mr. Zhang, if you have any money-making projects, take us with you. ”

"That's right.. Does Mr. Zhang have a girlfriend, and the classmate of the granddaughter of the old lady next door to my house is now in a hurry to find a partner...... The character is good. ”

……

Half an hour later, Zhang Xiaojian excused himself and walked out of the house without even eating the breakfast cooked by his second aunt.

Just just got out of the house.... He found out why the sun is shining today, and why there are black spots in the greenery outside the courtyard...

Slightly blocked his eyes, the incomparably complex sounds around him came, and when he looked ahead, he saw clearly that it was not the sun flashing, it was the flash flashing, and the black spots in the green forest were all cameras, cameras...

At the same time, he also saw a lot of people coming from all directions.

A microphone, so that the pestle hangs in his face.

Just before he could fully accept everything in front of him, a shouter in a security uniform came to him: "Mr. Zhang... It's not that we can't stop it, it's really that we can't stop it, the walls of the community have made them fall over..."

Before he could answer, a reporter who rushed to Zhang Xiaojian in a 100-meter race asked: "Mr. Zhang, did you just wake up and are you in a good mood?"

As soon as his voice fell, he ran upside down, and came to Zhang Xiaojian, wearing a black silk uniform, his chest trembled, and he wore heavy makeup, and the female reporter who didn't know whether he wanted to interview or seduce Mr. Zhang coquettishly said: "Mr. Zhang, hello, I'm ......."

Before she finished speaking, a male reporter came to her side, some of them didn't stop the car, and their elbows unintentionally fluctuated her chest, so the trembling changed from up and down to left and right......

Zhang Xiaojian followed this rhythm and looked left and right, and in less than a minute, more than a dozen microphones, as well as the long guns and short cannons behind the reporter, were all supported.

The voice of "Mr. Zhang~~~" is endless.

More and more people began to gather, and even Zhang Xiaojian saw a group of young men and women, a familiar dressed girl, who was surrounded and came to him.

Long legs, but no black silk at the knees... She wore a white sweater, a black shirt, and a coat in her hand.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know that her name was An An, but he understood in an instant... It must have been the dog media that found her yesterday and encouraged the kid to return the clothes to herself, so that she could write a whole bunch of news...

An An's actual situation is indeed the case, but she really wants to return the clothes to Zhang Xiaojian, just looking at the idol, her pretty face is slightly red, her expression is nervous, she can only hand the clothes in front of Zhang Xiaojian's eyes like a young girl with a spring, her tone is soft, and she is a little shy: "Mr. Zhang, your clothes." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "......" inexplicably remembered a chewing gum advertisement that was a little old.

So the ghost sent him with a wave of his hand: "No... It's your clothes. ”

Many people think this line is familiar... Your Yida? No, this is your Yida?

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care about these, he immediately avoided the girl's bright eyes, and thought with some sorrow, damn, it's too troublesome to be famous, how many girls are in love with him like this?

It's annoying...