On the display screen, the warm daily life of Luo Shui and his Han Ziyu was supposed to be played.

It is used to strengthen the impression and win the trust of fans.

In this way, even if Luo Shui is unwilling, he must admit that he and Han Ziyu are lovers.

As a result, the style of painting changed, and the picture directly became a small movie that stained people's eyes.

And the protagonist of this small movie is the protagonist of this press conference, Han Ziyu.

The words that appeared in the video directly made the scene even more confusing.

The usual image is pretended?

Played with a lot of women in the company?

They were all played by Han Ziyu?

As soon as this information appeared, there was an instant restlessness in the audience!

"What's going on!

Han Ziyu roared angrily, but dozens or hundreds of cameras at the scene captured it, and they all captured it minute by minute.

In an instant, all the pictures of the common live broadcast in the entire Jiangcheng were turned into Han Ziyu's private movies.

And more in just a few minutes, images, news, and all the information of social platforms.

It's all going crazy about Han Ziyu's disgusting behavior!

"Mr. Han Ziyu, is what you said in the video true?"

"Mr. Han Ziyu, is your private life really like this?"

"Han Ziyu ......"

The media reporters at the scene rushed up, eager to put the microphone on Han Ziyu's face.

Han Ziyu's face was pale, and he hurriedly called bodyguards to separate the reporters who wanted to come up for an interview.

He fled to the backstage in a hurry, driving away everyone who wanted to ask him, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed Fang Huahui's phone.

There are videos of Han Ziyu, except for himself, only Fang Huahui, who is responsible for collecting information on the dark network.

But as soon as the call continued, the other party's mobile phone was completely busy, and no one answered.

"What the hell is going on!" Han Ziyu said angrily, his hand did not stop, and he continued to call Fang Huahui's phone unwillingly.

Just based on the videos just now, it was enough for him to eat a pot.

The urgent thing at the moment is to quickly invite the water army to publicize it overwhelmingly, and confirm that these videos are all faked by hostile companies and are not real.

After all, most of the pictures are shot in KTV, nightclubs and other places, the scene is dim, all kinds of neon lights are flashing, and it is not difficult to create information.

When this limelight passes, let the company refrigerate him for a few months, and then come out to clarify, which can resolve the current crisis.

But for an artist whose fame is at its peak, a few months of refrigeration is enough to break his nerves.

After dozens of consecutive calls, Fang Huahui's phone finally got through.

"Fang Huahui, did you put this video!! Are you crazy?!"

As soon as it was connected, Han Ziyu asked indiscriminately.

But the other party didn't answer directly, and after dozens of seconds, he said leisurely: "This is a gift from Ti Luoshui, is it a surprise?"

"Fuck, you did this?!"

Han Ziyu listened to this voice of hatred to the bone marrow, and instantly recognized the caller as Qin Mu.

"What about Fang Huahui! Why is his phone in your hand?"

Han Ziyu frowned, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, as if after last night, Fang Huahui seemed to have disappeared, and he had no contact with him.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet, the show is still to come. ”

"What's the show?" Han Ziyu was stunned.

"You walk out of the front desk, you know. Qin Mu's tone was light, with a smile.

"Do you think this video can bring down Lao Tzu?"

Han Ziyu took a sip, hung up the phone directly, and rushed out of the front desk.

He had already ordered someone to buy a navy to help clear his name.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Han Ziyu heard that there were people around him who were constantly talking to themselves.

"Did you read what it said on the forum, the protagonist in these videos is not Han Ziyu, someone deliberately spoofed. ”

"I'll just say, how could my family Ziyu do such a thing!"

Han Ziyu listened and nodded with satisfaction.

After all, he has been in this circle for more than ten years, and he has never seen any big winds and waves, and this situation is a small thing in the entertainment industry.

When Han Ziyu returned to the interview position, he was ready to explain to the reporters.

But I saw a person stumble a few steps, as if someone had pushed him in, and almost fell next to the interview position.

Han Ziyu looked at it, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Isn't this the old man who calls himself the Peach Blossom Fairy?

The old man was trembling at this time, and he still remembered the scene when he was caught out of the foot-washing city a few minutes ago, taken to Jiangcheng Daily, and saw Fang Huahui's corpse.

"Who are you, this old man?" a reporter wondered.

As soon as the old man heard the voice, he was immediately awakened: "I said! I said it all! When I was in the flower market, it was Han Ziyu who paid me to come to act! He also invited the person who took the photo!"

"I, I still have the transfer record that Han Ziyu gave me! If the reporters need it, I will absolutely be true and fully cooperate!"

The old man didn't think about it, so he shook it all out.

"What the fuck are you talking about?!"

Han Ziyu saw that he was about to take back a city, but he was destroyed by this old thing, so he was angry, and directly stretched out a foot and kicked the old man.

At this step, the entire press conference rioted.