The major media have their eyes on Jun Qing, and those media reporters who were originally going to attend Bai Lu's press conference have turned against each other and ran to the Kerry Center to participate in Jun Qing's press conference.

"Then let them wait outside!" There was a bit of sarcasm in Jun Qing's tone, "Give them a lesson this time, and they will know next time what kind of respect they should maintain for me." ”

They weren't optimistic about her before, and chose to stand in Bai Lu's camp, so don't want to grab her first-hand news.

Now she doesn't lack this bit of heat, give them a little color to see, and these reporters will slowly learn to behave.

The bathroom door opened, and Emperor Lin walked out again.

The lipstick on his lips and neck was wiped clean, and the man in front of him had regained his clothes, and his face was cold and repulsive thousands of miles away.

Jun took his mobile phone to look at the time, and it was less than three minutes before the press conference.

"Yiyi, you take him backstage, I'll make up my makeup and come right away."

For the emperor, Zhao Yiyi has always been jealous.

Just accidentally bumped into the good thing of the two, her little heart is still beating wildly, for fear that the emperor will be angry with her.

Naturally, he didn't dare to look at him, so he cautiously said the word of request, and walked towards the front desk with Emperor Lin.

From the media seats to the audience seats, except for the few seats reserved by Junqing, they are all full.

The lights in the audience had dimmed, and everyone was either paying attention to the stage or taking pictures with their mobile phones, but no one paid much attention to Emperor Lining.

Some people who saw him were only amazed by the man's appearance and bearing, and they didn't expect that this was the person who was in charge of the imperial capital.

Reporters from various media outlets, either adjusting their cameras or flipping through their laptops, are preparing their own press releases.

Now, the whole network audience is waiting for a truth.

Not only red fans or black fans, everyone is curious about how she will clarify Jun Qing's scandal.

From Jun Qing's announcement that he would clarify the scandal at the release, to Mu Jinbai personally helping the new song press conference, the trench fans spent a lot of money for Jun Qing to charter all the street signs in the Third Ring Road, and then to Emperor Lin helping her swipe the screen all over the world......

A singer who can make such a big move at a press conference, Jun Qing is definitely the first in history!

These news are like pieces of charcoal thrown into the fire, making the new song press conference of Junqing more and more popular.

Without exception, reporters want to grab first-hand news, and they are the first to release it to seize the news opportunity, and they are all waiting for it.

From the media to the fans on the scene, to the countless melon-eating people outside the venue......

Everyone is waiting for the official start of the conference.

On 52 giant screens around the world, the countdown has entered the last minute.

On the huge horizontal screen at the press conference, the countdown is also being counted.

In the VIP seat at the front of the fan seat, Feng Shen looked sideways at the assistant beside him: "Did I send a light gift in?" ”

"I just called to ask." The assistant turned his face, "It should have been delivered by now." ”

Background.

Jun Qing walked through the corridor and stood at the backstage entrance.

"Sister Jun!" A staff member trotted over to greet him, still holding a receipt in his hand, "I just received a courier, because it is a valuable item, I want you to sign for it in person!" ”

Time was pressing, Jun didn't care what the gift was, took the pen and hurriedly signed his name, and strode to the entrance of the stage.

At this point, there are only a few seconds left in the countdown on the big screen.

3！

2！

1！

The lights on the stage dimmed, and the whole audience was dark.

Plop, plop!

In the rhythm of the heartbeat, the stage lit up with a faint light, and the figures of several dancers were faintly visible.

The brightest beam of light was cast down, reflecting Jun Qing's figure.

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