Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Male God Fights
The audience on the field laughed when they heard Song Yifan's words, and it was only when Su Huan was too nervous, this was a normal reaction, but most people were envious of Su Huan's good luck, both being selected by Liu Zhi and being able to fight with Song Yifan, it was simply good luck to open a plug-in. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info It's just that Su Huan didn't think so in his heart, the host shrewdly joked and ridiculed, and the matter ended so peacefully, when Su Huan stepped down, he found that Liu Zhi's eyes had been looking at her, and he didn't know what it meant.
During the intermission, Su Huan sat on the sofa in the lounge in a daze, everything on the stage is still vivid when she thinks about it now, she can't imagine what things would have changed if she hadn't spoken. Song Yifan was still communicating with the host on the field, so he was not in the lounge, Su Huan seemed to have experienced a big storm, and he was a little scared for a while.
She called Vera and told her about the day, and she asked if she was handling the situation correctly on the field. Vera was also quite shocked when she first heard it, but she quickly calmed down, she pondered for a while and replied: "Your approach is very correct is the way to deal with it, to be honest, our boss seems to only get out of control when it comes to you, according to what you said, it is probably Liu Zhi who is deliberately provoking, and the object is you, I guess if you didn't stop it, then it should be possible for him to go up and beat him at that time." ā
Su Huan was a little weak-hearted: "I'm not that important, don't lift me up, Vera." ā
Vera smiled and didn't say much on the phone, and then said, "It's good that you can think of a way in time, otherwise this matter may really be out of control." ā
Su Huan thought about it and asked Vera hesitantly: "Are most of the current celebrities like this, in broad daylight in public places, just do ...... Something like that? ā
Vera just heard Su Huan talk about the stairwell, she sighed in her heart, to be honest, she has indeed heard a lot of this kind of thing, in the entertainment industry this kind of indulgence and lust is not a few, once people have money, on the basis of worry-free food and clothing, they will seek more profound stimulation, so many artists are actually secretly complicated in their private lives, and there are many rumors of various so-and-so circulating in this circle, but after all, it has nothing to do with herself, so no one reveals anything to the gossip too much.
Vera said calmly: "Other people may have, I won't make too many comments, but our boss Song Yifan must not be such a person, I can guarantee that you believe this is enough." ā
Su Huan sighed and let out a faint "um".
The recording of the next half of the show was okay, relatively smooth, and there were no episodes. The recording of the show ended smoothly.
Because there will be an interview with this TV station tomorrow, I will probably stay here for another day, and it will be 8 o'clock in the evening when the recording of the program ends. Su Huan and Song Ivan returned to the hotel, Song Ivan surprisingly didn't say anything, just told her to go back to the room and rest early, Su Huan was a little strange, but soon didn't think so much, and went back to the room quietly, today was really a false alarm for her.
It was almost night, at 11 o'clock, Song Yifan slipped slowly to the door of Su Huan's hotel room, he didn't knock on the door or enter Su Huan's room, just stood by the window of the corridor not far from Su Huan's door, the tall and tall figure stood in front of the window, he quietly looked at the strange world outside the window, neon flashing, and the lights were red.
After so many years in the industry, he can always experience many temptations around him, women, wealth, but he feels that he is not interested in it after all, and it is strange to think about it, his personality has been like this since the beginning, it seems that it has not changed, looking at the artists around him all day long and night sheng songs and drunken gold fans, he thinks that kind of life is really drunk and dreaming of death, but it is meaningless.
Song Ivan suddenly thought that the night he first met Su Huan, it was not the first time he was drugged, and after thinking about it, in fact, if there was no Su Huan that night, he could also overcome the medicinal properties by himself, the big deal was to drench himself under cold water overnight, Song Ivan was still relatively confident in his own self-control. It's just that Su Huan appeared just right, and Song Yifan was at that time because she was just right at ease, her voice, her figure, and simple and purposeless caring words, which made him feel a sense of stability spontaneously.
Song Yifan couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly, he was still glad that he could foresee Su Huan like this. If he was as sensual as everyone else, he was not sure that he would be able to approach her.
There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and the sound of leather shoes absorbed by the hotel's quality carpet was faint. Song Yifan turned his head, and sure enough, he still came.
Liu Zhi walked to Su Huan's door, and when he was about to knock on the door, he saw Song Ivan standing in the corridor not far from him, Song Ifan's smile was a little cold: "What, are you here to seal your mouth?" ā
Liu Zhi stepped forward and walked away, and said lightly: "I didn't expect the dignified Song Yifan to stand guard at the door for his assistant, what, do you think I will do something to her?" ā
It's just that it's too late, Song Ivan grabbed Liu Zhi's collar violently, and Liu Zhi was dragged out by Song Ivan before he could react.
This corridor is a blind spot for surveillance, and the end of the corridor leads directly to the hotel rooftop.
On the rooftop of the hotel, Song Yifan grabbed Liu Zhi's neckline and did not let go, he raised his other hand and clenched it into a fist, his fist crossed an elegant arc in the air, and finally hit Liu Zhi's fair face hard. Because of the strong impact, Liu Zhi fell to the ground hard, and the corners of his mouth immediately oozed blood.
Liu Zhi's age is the appearance of Xiao Xian Meat, which is very popular now, and his skin is smooth. Liu Zhi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, he looked over, Song Yifan's expression was cold at the moment, he didn't hide it at all, he looked at him coldly and gloomily, there was a violent storm in his black eyes, his fist was still clenched, and the cyan veins on his arms appeared, as if he was preparing to go.
Liu Zhi didn't rush up childishly, he knew that he was not his opponent.
He sneered: "Just for an assistant, you are like this?" Aren't you afraid of being secretly photographed? ā
Song Ivan responded coldly: "She is not a simple assistant, so don't touch her, don't approach her, and don't talk to her, she won't say half a cent about your things, as long as you don't go too far." Be an artist steadily! This is the only time I warn you. ā
Song Yifan's black eyes swept over Liu Zhi who was lying on the ground, then turned his gaze back, took a step with long legs, and walked off the roof without looking at him.
Song Ivan walked to Su Huan's door, he knocked lightly, Su Huan was already asleep, she opened the door in a daze, rubbed her eyes and looked at Song Ivan, and then asked him sleepily what was wrong.
Song Yifan smiled gently, he suddenly pulled Su Huan with a slight movement, and let her snuggle in his arms like this, Su Huan, who was sleeping a little, didn't have time to react, and suddenly encountered a warm wall, and almost fell asleep again.
Song Yifan's chin was gently pressed against the top of Su Huan's head, his hand gently stroked Su Huan's long hair, and then he said in a gentle voice: "After a while, I will call someone I know over to help me, he and I grew up together, he is Korean, he has learned taekwondo, and his skills are better, I called him over and put him by your side, and he can also protect you, most of the time you can be your driver and help you drive, anyway, your driving skills are also very worrying." ā
Su Huan's head rested on Song Ivan's arms, and he listened to Song Ifan's voice saying this paragraph very clearly, and responded intermittently.
Song Ivan slowly let go of her, Su Huan looked at him with his eyes half-open, looking at him with a confused expression, Song Ivan smiled and said softly: "Go back to sleep, good night." ā
Su Huan let out an "oh", then closed the door, slowly climbed onto the bed after a few seconds, and after a few seconds, he immediately fell asleep in the clouds.
When Su Huan got up the next morning, he always felt that Song Yifan had come to look for her the night before, but he was not very sure, and what he said was rather hazy, Su Huan was a little annoyed that he couldn't even remember this clearly, his sleep quality was very good since he was a child, and when she was tired, she could fall asleep immediately when she was tired, and she slept very deeply. It's not good for her to rush to ask the boss, who went over and asked directly, boss, have you come to me at night? A short circuit in the head would ask this ambiguous idiot question.
Su Huan thought about it for a while, but he really couldn't think of it, so he had to give up.
She has to go to the station to record a talk show today, so she has to get up early to prepare. Because the TV station was opposite this hotel, Song Yifan went over first, Su Huan was a little scrambling to clean up, and then hurriedly walked to the TV station. When I arrived at the door, I suddenly saw a bunch of people at the door, a valuable Ferrari supercar parked in front of the TV station, and there were many staff members surrounding a woman who should be the owner of the supercar to say hello, as if it was a lot of money.
Su Huan paused, and looked at the delicate smile of the woman greeting the staff, this woman was very familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but Su Huan couldn't remember anything.
Where is it?
A small pink and purple shawl coat set off an excellent figure, a pair of black high boots, long wavy hair on the shoulders, a fair and flawless face, and red lips like roses.
Su Huan, a woman with such a delicate face and an excellent figure, couldn't think of anything, Su Huan praised while watching, what a beauty, on par with Vera, this kind of woman doesn't look good-looking, this kind of capable woman looks like a capable woman who has both career and beauty at a glance.
Su Huan couldn't help but envy, alas, not to mention anything else, just those slender legs were enough for him to reach the dust.
A staff member from the TV station hurriedly walked out and stepped forward and said, "Miss Jiang, our director is invited." ā
The beautiful woman smiled at the others and walked into the TV station.
After discovering a salutation, Su Huan suddenly remembered where she had seen her, it was that brand meeting. That's Jiang Qinling.