On the red carpet outside the venue. The reporters were already there, and the lights of their cameras lit up from time to time. I'm craned my neck to look inside, hoping to get some exciting pictures.

In the banquet hall, Fu Shihan looked at Zhang Xinjie with cold eyes, which made the latter tremble in his heart.

He looked at her silently and did not speak.

In the distance, melodious and graceful piano music came slowly. Nearby, waiters in tuxedos and bow ties pass by with discs.

Zhang Xinjie was in this lively atmosphere, but when she looked at Fu Shihan's eyes, she always felt that she had fallen into a cold deep pool, and she was the only one in the cold space.

An uneasy feeling of fear instantly swept through her, and she struggled to escape, but a strong vanity forced her to stay.

She can't run, and if she does, she'll make everyone else laugh to death when she turns around!

In a place like the entertainment industry, the phenomenon of worshipping high and stepping on low is too obvious. The methods of female stars fighting openly and secretly are comparable to the concubines of the ancient harem who competed for favor, and they did everything they could.

Zhang Xinjie faced these daily demon peers, her chin was slightly raised, and she never wanted to admit defeat.

Fu Shihan just looked at her like this, and after she was in a concave posture, he took a sip of wine and finally spoke.

"You are?"

He asked in a low voice, with a hint of doubt, which made Zhang Xinjie's smile freeze instantly.

When the editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine on the side heard this, his eyes flashed and he understood something.

Everyone present is a human spirit, and this bit of vision is still there. Fu Shihan's dissatisfaction with Zhang Xinjie was obvious enough, so he almost told her bluntly-

"Stay away from me."

The editor-in-chief just thought so in his heart, and heard Fu Shihan really say that.

He didn't save Zhang Xinjie any face, as if she had some infectious disease on her, and his face was cold.

After Fu Shihan said this, his eyes withdrew from her, and he continued to talk to the editor-in-chief about the unfinished topic just now.

Zhang Xinjie froze in place, her face was pale, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

She felt Fu Shihan's anger and panicked. So he took a deep breath and whispered: "Fu Shen, I didn't mean it a few days ago. It was the hotel front desk who accidentally gave the wrong room card, so it was ......"

She took the initiative to mention the hotel, which made Fu Shihan's face even more ugly.

That hotel is where he stayed for a long time.

No matter how much the hotel service staff got into the water, he didn't dare to give his room card to someone else. What's more, although she was filming there at the time, as far as Fu Shihan knew, their crew did not live in that hotel.

When Fu Shihan thought of this, his eyebrows were full of disgust.

Today is not his home stadium and he doesn't want to smash the field. Otherwise, they will simply ask people to drive this disgusting thing out.

"Get out."

His thin lips furled, and he spoke again.

Zhang Xinjie's body trembled, and he was shocked by the cold momentum on his body, and subconsciously took a step back.

She stayed away from Fu Shihan's side, and Fu Shihan's face was slightly better. Yu Guang glanced in the direction of Su Wanxin, and drank the wine in the cup.

Su Wanxin was dealing with Jun Yishu over there, and she hadn't noticed what was going on here.

He looked at the man in front of him who was about to have a chrysanthemum on his chest, and listened to him uncomfortably: "Mr. Su, I heard that netizens have put the two of us together?" ”

Su Wanxin: "...... Netizens are stupid, don't be like them. ”

If you take it seriously, you're stupid.