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As soon as Tang Mohan and his assistant walked to the staircase of the hotel lobby, they met Zhang Jiming who came down from upstairs.

Tang Mohan only wore a black peaked cap, and his face was not covered in any other way, so Zhang Jiming recognized the person at first sight, his feet that were just about to step on the next step were retracted, and then the person stood there as if petrified.

The meeting between the paparazzi and the celebrity was supposed to be the scene of Mars hitting the Earth, but after the eyes of the two sides met, the picture seemed to fall into a subtle atmosphere in an instant.

Especially Zhang Jiming, he felt that the whole person was not good, he must have gone out today and didn't look at the yellow calendar, and he actually met this great god so unfortunately.

"Han, Brother Han, what a coincidence!" After the two sides looked at each other for a few seconds, Zhang Jiming greeted him with a stiff facial expression.

Tang Mohan looked at Zhang Jiming with a gloomy expression, "Why are you here?" ”

"I ...... I'm here for dinner. Zhang Jiming tensed all over his body and hurriedly made an excuse.

The assistant next to him heard this, but said meaninglessly: "Didn't you come to squat and dig up gossip?" ”

"Haha, it's easy to misunderstand this, brother, how dare I come to squat at Brother Han's point to dig up Brother Han's gossip, I just came here to eat with my friends, yes! I'm just here to eat! Zhang Jiming resolutely stated his position.

It's okay to be misunderstood by anyone, but you must not be misunderstood by this great god.

"So, Brother Zhang, have you finished eating?" The assistant said, and deliberately raised his hand to look at the time.

Zhang Jiming: "......"

Eat a fart meal and deliberately make things difficult for him!

Skipping the assistant, Zhang Jiming nodded at Tang Mohan like a dog, and said, "Brother Han, I won't delay your meal, I should also go." ”

Tang Mohan only hummed lightly, then raised his feet and slowly walked up the stairs.

Zhang Jiming stood cautiously like a little quail, and it wasn't until Tang Mohan passed by that he exhaled violently, and quickly descended the last few steps of stairs with his leather shoes, as if he had encountered some kind of flood beast.

Without looking back, he walked out of the hotel gate, and a big man turned into an athlete, ran to the parking lot at a ghostly speed, found his car, unlocked it, got into the car, and even reversed and drove away from the hotel very quickly, which is not too much to describe in one go.

Zhang Jiming drove back to his community until he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have missed something, but he didn't remember what it was for a while, so he simply didn't think about it.

Or hurry back to your nest and suppress the shock.

Song Xuxu, who was squatting next to the fountain at the entrance of the hotel, with his hands on his cheeks, still looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, is this Jiming a little unreliable, why hasn't he come out to talk to her yet?

Calculate the time, those die-hard fans in the group should be about to arrive at the hotel, right?

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Rewind time to Tang Mohan Just after meeting Zhang Jiming, before the person walked to the box, Tang Mohan asked the assistant thoughtfully: "Do you know who Zhang Jiming is looking for here?" ”

"Well, he really didn't come to squat at you this time, you can't even guess who called him over." As soon as the assistant mentioned this, he was excited.

Tang Mohan glanced at his assistant, "Oh? Looks like something interesting happened before I came? ”

"Yes, that's the ......" The assistant pushed open the door of the box, and at the same time took the trouble to say the scene where he saw Song Xuxu and Wei Shiran on the bar.