Xu Canhao didn't know if Song Qian had returned Bolulu to Shirley in the end, this little episode was not enough to occupy the limited memory in his head, and his CPU was now almost 90. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoFrom the 20th, it snowed for the second time since the beginning of winter, and it did not affect the enthusiasm of the fans who had been waiting for a long time as the time progressed and the concert started not far away. Of course, it will not affect the rehearsals in full swing in the Jamsil venue every day. The symphony orchestra arrived, and it was the team of an old acquaintance, Master Li Jiongzhe, who had scored the Taiji Banner. Baiwen's backing vocalist also came, with two heavyweight black women, one high and one bass, and a Canadian baritone, who will participate in the concert throughout the concert. In addition to this, they have another task, teaching a few girls when they are young, because they will also have a backing song.

"Are you two here to send a wedding post?" Xu Canhao got off the stage, sat next to Li Zhihao in the front row, and left the stage for his sisters to rehearse the dance.

When Li Zhihao heard the word wedding card, his whole face immediately collapsed, wrinkled ugly like old bark. "I think I made a decision too early... Yes~! Let go! The kid had just whispered in Xu Canhao's ear, and was subdued by Jin Yingshu with two fingers pinching the soft flesh.

"Haha..."Xu Canhao hasn't seen the two of them for a long time, not only happy, but also missed." Yingshu, is this how you twist a cup when you learn the tea ceremony? He rubbed his fingers together and gestured.

"How do you know? Would you like to try my tea? I'm a satosenke (one of the Japanese schools of matcha ceremony. It was passed down from the Senri no Rikyu lineage during the Warring States period, and was later divided into three families. Disciples! ”

Xu Canhao looked at Jin Yingshu's appearance, still acting like a girl who didn't grow up, and Li Zhihao's frightened expression shook his head slightly at himself, he realized, and said with a smile: "Have time... I'm too busy right now. As if to confirm his words, the director over there shouted. I'm sorry. Where are you here? ”

"Ah, I heard from my aunt that you've been staying here lately, so we'll come and have a look. You must not know that the outside world is on holiday, right? Kim Ying-sook snatched her boyfriend's words and said.

"Huh, huh? I wish you all a Merry Christmas in advance. Xu Canhao stood up, took the two boxes of doughnuts given to him by his old friend, and waved goodbye to them with a smile. What's wrong? He walked over to the director and handed his things to the assistant to put back in the break room.

"Do you feel like there's not enough light in the east? Look, the scene is not obvious, but you look at this. The director pointed to the surveillance camera and said.

"Can't you tune it up?" Xu Canhao didn't think that the director would talk about this little thing, he must have encountered an irreconcilable problem.

"No, I can only add it. The load-bearing capacity of the roof will be at full capacity. The assistant director next to him explained.

"What did Ortega say?" Xu Canhao pondered for a while and said.

"Take off the spotlight and put it back on, he suggested."

"Then cancel that trapeze." Xu Canhao said without thinking. It's not that he's purely afraid of heights, but that the 7-minute aerial performance makes his crotch hurt, and he doesn't want to go up to show his treasure a second time after one training.

"This—" The directors were shocked. Now change the show..."

"I'll talk to that guy, don't worry." Xu Canhao left with a smile and went to find the big-name director who should stay in the dispatch room upstairs behind him at this time.

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"Li Mintingxi, someone is looking for you."

The rooftop of Jiang# South Office, the filming location of the crew of "Who Are You". Li Minting sat on a folding chair next to the passage and waited for the scene, when a staff member called her behind her.

"What?"

"It's like a journalist." Obviously, the staff only knew so much, and pointed to the middle-aged man who was raising his hand at the staircase, and walked away after speaking.

"Hello, excuse me?" Li Minting walked downstairs with doubts and came to the so-called reporter who was carrying a shoulder bag.

"Oh, hello, I'm a reporter from the dimension." The middle-aged man quickly took out the business card he carried in his suit pocket and handed it to Li Minting, with a smile on his face.

Li Minting took the white hard business card and took a look at it. is another entertainment media reporter for the scarlet newspaper, and the company's name has no image, so it shouldn't be famous. Most artists have little affection for this kind of workers who rely on digging up the lace of artists, searching for dust, and sometimes even illegally stalking and fabricating scandals. In front of Li Minting, although his hair is meticulously combed, the upper of his shoes is stained with a lot of mud. The pair of fish bubbled their eyes, faintly revealing vulgar thoughts. The clothes on his body are not high-end goods, and the collar of the inner shirt seems to be stained with the sauce that accidentally dripped from the corners of his mouth during lunch, and the black and brown lump is soaked, which makes people feel unkind. Li Minting frowned slightly and asked him what he meant.

"Let's talk somewhere else." The reporter surnamed Li, who was smiling consciously, turned sideways and motioned for the lady to move.

Li Minting hesitated. The agent is not there, and the reporter in front of him is looking for him, and he has no good intentions, so should he go?

"Lee Min-ting." Reporter Li saw that she hesitated, so he threw out today's topic. "The man who went to the apartment on the 17th..."

Li Minting's face changed instantly, and he dodged the unpleasant horse face that came over, and the furrow between his eyebrows deepened. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said in a stiff tone.

"Hehe, you know." Reporter Li looked looking for a beating, squeezed his eyebrows and whispered, and moved back so that the staff who went upstairs to carry the props over. "I think you'll be interested in the pictures on me." Reporter Li patted his backpack, showed a look of victory, and turned around and went downstairs.

Li Minting turned angry and frightened, and began to panic in his heart, not knowing what the other party had filmed. Seeing the damn reporter leaving, he had to helplessly follow his wishes.

The two of them went to the bottom of the office, in a drink shop. I found a table in the corner, against the wall, and sat facing each other.

"Take it out." As soon as he sat down, Li Minting couldn't wait, and coldly asked for the photo to see.

"Hehe, no hurry. I want a cup of mocha for this young lady..."

"No, I don't. Plain water is fine. Li Minting waved her hand to interrupt the disgusting reporter's self-assertion, if she wasn't worried about what the other party was holding in hand, she wouldn't want to see the yellowed mouth open and close in front of her for a moment, and she smiled like a toad with a sobbing mouth, which made people feel cold.

The waiter saw the atmosphere and consciously saluted and left, inconvenient to stay longer.

"Li Mintingxi's patience is not very good~" Reporter Li finally put away the disgusting smiling face, and slowly took out a stack of photos from his bag and put them on the table.

Li Minting reached out and was about to take it, not wanting the reporter to grab the other end of the photo.

"Hehe, I'm sorry. Before you look at it, I want to ask a question? The reporter grinned again.

Li Minting slowly let go of his hand, and his frowning brows calmed down, and he treated him coldly.

"If I'm not mistaken... This should be the one who has a big deal to do lately. Reporter Li spoke very slowly, and leaned forward, trying to give the other party a sense of oppression. He did it, and the strange smell of miso soup, curry and other foods adsorbed on his mouth and clothes made Li Minting couldn't help but retreat.

"I don't know who you're talking about." Li Minting's tone was cold, and he looked at the photo on the table, the man wearing a short-brimmed military hat and a black shape-shaped down jacket said, "That's my brother, who happened to come back that day." ”

"Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, your brother seems to have served in the Incheon Navy, right? If you want to talk about him coming back, you can know it with just a phone call. Reporter Li spoke like a drama actor, as if he was deliberately provoking the other party's anger.

Li Minting looked at the reporter's hateful face, and he couldn't wait to smash the bridge of his nose with his fist, making him completely a crooked melon and cracked date. But she couldn't do that, otherwise it would have been his wish, and there would be a report to write when he went back. "What the hell do you want to do? Don't overdo it. Actually my family, I can get the company to sue you! ”

Reporter Li smiled disapprehantly, looked at his watch and said, "Please look at this." He pulled open the stack of photos and pointed to one of the photos of Lee Minting walking into the hallway with a heavily armed man.

Li Minting's face changed several times, and he quickly picked up the pile of photos and looked through them.

"Is that him?" Reporter Li suddenly propped up the edge of the table with both hands, stared at Li Minting with wide eyes, and tried to use the momentum of forced questioning to get the answer he wanted.

Li Minting put away the panic in his eyes for a moment, looked back to the photo, and found that there was no clear picture that could clearly distinguish the identity of the man, and he couldn't help but be reassured. Suddenly, I noticed that the reporter seemed to be trying to lure himself into the trap again and again, forcing himself to voluntarily reveal certain information, or trying to find answers from his face. In fact, he didn't know who the man in the photo was, what the relationship between the two was, and all his actions were just temptations. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be glad that her strength as an actor did not put the information available for the other party to operate on her face, but the reporter eagerly betrayed his details. Li Minting sneered in his heart, stood up easily, looked at Reporter Li condescendingly, and said to him: "I'm sorry, I still have shooting." Please stop inquiring into other people's private lives. If we have to make up a scandal even about the visit of old classmates, we have to meet in court #. ”

Now it was Reporter Li's turn to be anxious. It's not that he's afraid of the word court, but that he's managed to find a little bit of material that might dig up big news and slip away. If the man in the photo is really that person, his future and money will be infinitely better, and the superstars in the industry will belong to him.

Xu Canhao's unusually clean private life (at least no one has dug up his exact lace yet) has become the mystery that the fishy entertainment reporters want to explore the most, and once the real material is obtained, these people will jump into the dragon gate. Using Xu Canhao as a pedal for promotion is their Hercules Cup. However, they ignore the dangers that may exist in them, and ignore some of Xu Canhao's other identities and means.

"Wait!" When Reporter Li wanted to stop Li Minting, the other party had already walked out of the store quickly without hesitation. Reporter Li's pupils shrank, staring at the woman's back, and secretly gritted his teeth and made up his mind, coming to her before he had the idea. "In that case, let's let the wind out first... I'll keep an eye on you! He muttered so hard that the waiter who brought the coffee and water was intimidated by his hideous expression.

Here, Lee Min-ting, who returned to the set, sat on his folding chair, his expression flickering. Someone asked her with concern, and she just forced a perfunctory smile. After a while, she got up and went to the bathroom, and made a phone call to her senior--- the only friend who knew about the relationship between the two, asking for her help.

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"Oh, sister..."Seo Chan-ho, who had just walked out of the dispatch room, received a call from Son Ye-jin. During the call, he didn't reply much, and sometimes sneered twice as a response. He was full of anger in his heart, half of it was disgusted with disgusting flies, and the other half was that for some reason, Li Minting looked down on him in disguise. When he hung up the call, he followed up and called Li Dongxu and handed over the matter to this "villain" who was the head of security on the one hand and the shadow butler on the other hand.

Things are small things, and there are many ways to solve them. But the premise is that Xu Canhao can't be exposed, otherwise, he will simply not recruit himself. Regardless of whether it is to suppress people or go through legal procedures, it is not ideal, and the two will undoubtedly involve the identity of the person behind the scenes. Therefore, only by stretching the line and pulling the surface widely, the relationship is messed up and muddy, and the less people know, the other party will not be able to bite back, and there is no way to climb. Maybe it's done well, and you can't even know who you are.

On the same day, five hours after Xu Canhao and Li Dongxu talked on the phone, the information investigated or collected by both black and white parties was placed on Li Dongxu's table.

The next day, located in the office building of Jiang# North, Liangjin Latitude Media Co., Ltd. welcomed two groups of guests all morning. The Commercial Inspection Division of the Seoul Prefectural Office, who asked for a search warrant only one night, unceremoniously emptied the text materials and computer hosts stored in the latitude, and even did not let go of the tape recorder and camera that the expatriate reporter had in his hand when he came to work in the morning. The minister of Fengyuan Credit personally led a team to find the president of the latitude company, and without saying a word, he not only raised the loan interest rate, but also removed the company's only remaining valuable goods--- shredders, monitors, televisions, printers, etc. The same happened to reporter Li. The black-clad lenders, without their usual politeness, broke into the reporter's house and ordered him to repay the loan within a time limit, otherwise... People are like their homes in the living room of a typhoon, broken and broken. Before leaving, the man in black took away the guy who was eating with the reporter, as well as a laptop, which was called a credit mortgage. What drove the reporter to a dead end was a complaint from an unknown starlet, accusing him of stealing people's privacy, defaming and spreading rumors, and blackmailing his friend, a pictorial girl. On the occasion of the meeting, Zhang Renmao, the foreign editor-in-chief of SBS's holding media and Xingyu Media, published a small article condemning Reporter Li's trip, despising his professional ethics as a peer. This later aroused the support of many netizens, or water army, or victimized starlets, who set off a storm of remarks and condemnation with reporter Li as the spearhead. After several twists and turns, this poor reporter Li has no place to stand in the media, has no good reputation at all, and has become a street rat on the Internet. However, the most unlucky thing is his former owner, Latitude. People go to the empty building, their jobs are scattered, and the president sits alone at the table, and his soul is lost.

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