Mu Yushan froze in place, his ears filled with the voices of fans and Shi Yue.

She suddenly wanted to cry.

Because the people who he tried so hard to get rid of finally disappeared from his sight.

She has attended many events, but she has never found Ren Haoqian in those crowds of suits and leather shoes.

He didn't want her anymore.

So, disappear completely.

"Still thinking about the riots at the airport?" As soon as he got into the car, Shi Yue called the public relations department, yelled angrily several times, and hung up the phone before noticing the change in the expression of his artist. She patiently asked again, "Did you just scare you?" ”

Mu Yushan raised his eyes and looked at her, a pair of dark eyes were misty.

Shi Yue was startled, and quickly asked the driver to turn around and drive to the hotel, not to go to the party scene.

"Did those black fans beat you up today while I wasn't there? Where's the beating you? Arms? Shi Yue stretched out his hand to check her arm, but Mu Yushan just let her toss blindly, and she almost had to call the police to arrest those black fans in the end, so Mu Yushan was willing to say a word.

"Yue Yue, I'm fine." Mu Yushan, who was nesting in the corner, had a small face that was miserable and white.

Shi Yue didn't dare to ask any further, so he had to tell the driver to drive quickly.

The car was parked at the Beijing suburb hotel, and the person arranged by Shi Yue was already waiting in the next room.

The two of them took the elevator to the eleventh floor, Shi Yue handed over the room card to Yushan, and asked her to go back to the room to rest for two hours before starting work, and she rushed back to the party site in advance to go through the order of appearance for her.

Pushing open the door, Mu Yushan dragged the suitcase to the bedroom, then kicked off his high heels, and lay lazily on the large and comfortable bed.

She stretched out her hand and turned off the light, then pulled up the quilt, covered her head, hid in the quilt, and quietly shed tears.

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When she woke up from the dream, Shi Yue was already sitting on the edge of her bed and talking to Han Mufeng on the phone.

Mu Yushan rubbed her eyes, sat up slowly, and when Shi Yue hung up the phone, she asked softly, "Are you going to go?" ”

"Yaoyao, are you sure you can?" Shi Yue's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of distress in his eyes when he looked at her.

"Of course." Mu Yushan lifted the quilt, walked towards the bathroom, walked a few steps, turned around and smiled at Shi Yue, "I want to blind the eyes of those black fans." ”

Seven p.m., open-air venue.

When Han Mufeng appeared on the stage, Mu Yushan at the bottom was startled, and she sneaked out of the venue when she took a half-hour break in the middle, and happened to bump into Han Mufeng at the exit.

"Where are you in a hurry? It's all journalists. Han Mufeng hurriedly called out to someone who had run away.

Mu Yushan approached him panting. "Didn't you go on a blind date with Song Rong? I'm coming out for you. ”

Han Mufeng clasped his arms in his hands and complained: "It's not your agent yet." was having dinner with Song Rong's parents, and she called me and scolded her, saying that I was your black-hearted cousin, and that Song Rong had hired a bunch of black fans to commit murder at the airport......"

"Stop!" Mu Yushan cut off his words and asked a little weakly: "So, what happened to your Songrong's parents?"

"I just," someone said innocently, "and I excused myself." His parents probably still blame me for being rude. ”

"You don't want Xingchen?"

"I'm more afraid of Shi Yue." Han Mufeng couldn't help laughing, "I've never seen such a good agent for artists, how much salary do you pay her?" ”

"Brother Yao, it's your turn!" Shi Yue had already called in the background to urge, Mu Yushan hung up the phone, spat at Han Mufeng with a grimace, and entered the venue.

At this time, Cheng Yi walked in from the door with a pile of documents, and saw that Han Mufeng was a little distracted, so he looked for his gaze, and there was no figure at all.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

Han Mufeng retracted his thoughts, his eyes fell on the pile of documents, and replied casually: "Why is the agent so good to Shanshan when you are thinking?"

Cheng Yi thought for two seconds and smiled: "Everyone in the circle knows that Miss Mu taught the scumbag ex-boyfriend of the agent when she first became popular, and the two of them became good buddies!"