"This is a big exclusive news, the mysterious financier behind the popular idol Lin Chusheng, hehehe."

The paparazzi smirked, he fed mosquitoes here for days, and finally he caught a big piece of news.

The paparazzi bent over, ready to sneak away.

Unexpectedly, before he had taken a few steps, three cold guns suddenly appeared in the darkness and pressed them against the paparazzi's head.

"Come with me." A cold voice rang out.

Paparazzi: ...

The paparazzi's documents and cameras were all searched, and the person was taken to the black Lincoln.

The paparazzi are mixed in the entertainment industry and have secretly photographed too many backstage financiers, but when I saw that luxury car today, I suddenly felt a strange sense of fear in my heart.

A black luxury car in the dark, cold like a sculpture. The man sitting in the car had a majesty that could not be looked at directly, and the paparazzi felt that both of his legs were weak.

Xiao Han lowered his voice and reported: "It has been found out, the paparazzi of "Nandu Gossip Weekly", Zhang Xiaoqiang, 29 years old, blood type B, has worked for three years. Unmarried and single, with at least three lovers, suffering from mild pneumonia and hemorrhoids. ”

The people in the car didn't speak, but the paparazzi always had the illusion that they were being scrutinized by the devil, their backs were sweating, and their pants were wet.

This is...

I've got a top guy who shouldn't be messed with...

When I first entered the paparazzi industry, my predecessors told me everything: Any star in the entertainment industry can shoot, but Lin Chusheng can't be filmed.

Xiao Han glanced at the poor paparazzi and said indifferently: "Give you two choices." First, get out of the southern capital forever. Second, lie in the Nandu River forever. ”

The paparazzi's legs went limp, and they fell to the ground with a puff.

The night wind was extremely cold, his hands and feet trembled, and he trembled and said: "I, I was wrong, I will leave Nandu... I, I swear that I will never take a picture of Lin Chusheng again. ”

Xiao Han beckoned, and more than a dozen guns hidden in the shadows were withdrawn at the same time.

Han returned to the car and started the engine, and the black elongated Lincoln gradually disappeared in the darkness.

The paparazzi slumped on the ground, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and the camera ID was confiscated, leaving only his life...

The paparazzi was about to stand up, when suddenly there was a sound of wind in his ears, and the index finger of his right hand was in severe pain, and bright red blood was like an infusion.

"Ahh

This is the price of secretly filming Lin Chusheng, warning every paparazzi in the entertainment industry.

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Lengthening the Lincoln car, Lin Chusheng rubbed his sleepy eyes and stretched.

A cup of hot water with honey was handed over, Lin Chusheng took it beautifully, and took two sips: "Thank you, Brother Ye." ”

Ye Sishen: "No thanks. ”

Lin Chusheng had just woken up, his voice was soft and glutinous, his two mouths were slightly open, and his chestnut curly hair was messy, like a chicken nest.

He didn't care about his hair, drank a few sips of water to moisten his throat, and chatted with Ye Sishen: "Don't hold concerts in the future, I'm tired." It's better to film, I really want to play a teacher recently, hehe. ”

Ye Si secretly wrote it down: find a gold medal screenwriter to write a script about the teacher, don't kiss the scene, don't want the bed. Play.

Lin Chusheng is a little talker, chattering and chattering all the way.

Ye Sishen maintained a listening attitude throughout the whole process, occasionally replying with a "hmm".

The black elongated Lincoln slowly drove to the villa area and stopped on the side of the road.

Lin Chusheng jumped out of the car flexibly and waved at Ye Sishen: "Brother Ye, thank you for sending me home." I'd like to invite you to eat Malatang another day. ”