Chapter 139: My Joy Is Based on Her Pain

In just over an hour, all the rumors became true, and Xu Qianxi's agency and fans were slapped in the face.

When all the media went to interview Xu Qianxi's agent and brokerage company again, the reply they got was all - no comment.

Of course, there is no comment, and the matter has come to this point, and the PR crisis is useless.

As for Xu Qianxi's backstage, her agent called for help.

The person only replied with one sentence: I spent money thinking it was a flower, but I didn't expect it to be a, it's good enough that I didn't kill her, and let me help her?

These are all calculated by Yan Qingsi, rich people play female stars, just to be fresh and beautiful and to have face when they say it.

But when this female star recedes from her star halo and is riddled with scandals, especially this kind of scandal, who will be involved?

Yan Qingsi brushed around, and the top five hot searches on Weibo have been contracted by Xu Qianxi, and the entire Internet is full of indecent photos of her mosaic.

And those celebrities who have a good relationship with Xu Qianxi's usual performance mostly show that they are not familiar with Xu Qianxi at the first time, and they don't know anything, for fear of being involved.

This kind of explosive news doesn't need any push at all, and it will automatically ferment.

Seeing such heat, Yan Qingsi was also relieved.

Tonight's efforts were successful.

After filling up the gas, Yue Tingfeng drove back on the road, "I hurt people, can you be in such a good mood?" ”

Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows: "Of course, if I succeed, I must be in a good mood, my happiness is based on her pain." ”

Yue Tingfeng curled the corners of his lips and did not speak.

Weibo has exploded, half of the entertainment industry has shaken, and Yan Qingsi leaned on Yue Tingfeng's car and slept just right.

……

At dawn, Yue Tingfeng drove the ** car, and the car finally entered Los Angeles.

It's April, and the sun in Los Angeles is very good this morning, Yan Qingsi opened her eyes and saw the vehicles coming and going outside in a hurry.

Compared with three years ago, this city is more prosperous, with more vehicles and taller buildings, but it is also more barren for Yan Qingsi.

Yan Qingsi's heart was cold, and she could no longer feel the city and the temperature.

Yue Tingfeng suddenly parked the car on the side of the road: "I'm hungry, go buy something to eat." ”

Yan Qingsi answered casually and didn't look at him.

Yue Tingfeng pouted and got out of the car, there was a breakfast shop not far away, there were a lot of people in line, and the fragrance could be smelled from a distance.

Yue Tingfeng walked over and frowned at the long queue, there were more than a dozen people, he had never done anything in line in his life.

So as a local tyrant, Yue Tingfeng said to the people in front of him: "Tell the people in line in front of you, one person will give 100 yuan, let me buy it first." ”

In the next second, the person in front automatically got out of the way.

Yue Tingfeng asked the clerk of the breakfast shop: "Is there any porridge to nourish the stomach?" ”

The clerk immediately said: "Yes, most of our porridge here is for stomach, wolfberry hawthorn, pumpkin yam, all of which nourish the stomach and spleen." ”

Yue Tingfeng: "Let's have two." ”

The clerk asked again: "Do you want some of our xiaolongbao and big meat buns?" ”

Yue Tingfeng asked for some buns again, bought them early, took out a stack of money from his wallet, didn't care much, and stuffed them directly to the person in front of him: "You can divide it yourself." ”

After saying that, he took his things and left.

Someone in line took a picture of Yue Tingfeng's back and posted it on Weibo, writing: I went out this morning and met a local tyrant, and the local tyrant is super handsome.