Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

As soon as Tang Qiaoqiao said he was going to the bathroom, Fang Yuan started to worry when he saw her expression: "You don't want to take care of that girl's affairs."

She said solemnly: "I really want to go to the bathroom." By the way, just see how that girl is doing.

What Tang Qiaoqiao had to do, Fang Yuan was helpless as an assistant, so he had to persuade: "Don't make a big mess, and be merciful."

Tang Qiaoqiao glanced at her: "Am I such a rude person? I always persuade people with reason."

Fang Yuan was helpless to help her forehead, her reasoning was really not reassuring, she thought about it and followed.

Tang Qiaoqiao carried the skirt and walked towards the bathroom with a basket of fruits. The dressing room was on the way to the bathroom.

"No, wear this one, that skirt is still longer."

"The collar of the dress is lower."

"Showing a bit of thighs will not kill you. When you become famous in the future, no one will care about what you want to wear. Don't be **** hypocritical now."

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Before Tang Qiaoqiao went to the door of the locker room, he heard the middle-aged Mediterranean man shouting and cursing inside again, with a bad attitude, as if he didn't mind being heard.

Tang Qiaoqiao was furious at hearing, she pushed open the locker room door and walked in. The dressing room was very large, and there were several rooms around the corner. She followed the voice to find the location of the two.

During this period, the Mediterranean man's curse was not cut off, but the girl group girl just whispered back a few "I know."

Tang Qiaoqiao was angrily, walking fast, and the bunch of purple grapes on top of his head also trembled.

Fang Yuan looked at Tang Qiaoqiao's appearance, and was afraid that something happened later, so she quickly took out her mobile phone and started shooting in secret.

Tang Qiaoqiao found the dressing room where the Mediterranean man was, opened the door, and saw the man standing on the plastic bench, leaning on the door panel of the compartment and looking in, saying something awe-inspiring "I'm just supervising you". "I'm good for you too" something like that.

Needless to say in the locker room, it was naturally the girl group member who was changing clothes.

Although she had been prepared in her heart, this shocking scene was still beyond Tang Qiaoqiao's expectation. Seeing her suddenly became angry, the area behind her was also filled with anger, and she hurriedly raised her phone to take pictures.

An agent blatantly sexually/harassed the female artist under the label on the shooting location, and even did not lock the door of the room, which shows how arrogant he is usually.

The agent kept his back to the door, and looked into the cubicle attentively, without noticing someone coming behind.

Tang Qiaoqiao pressed his lips tightly, and without a word, he kicked the plastic stool under the feet of the Mediterranean man...it broke.

Fang Yuan didn't even have time to stop him, so he stayed with Tang Qiaoqiao for several months, knowing that she had strength, and at first glance this scene was still utterly staggering.

In society, my sister Qiao, there are not many people who are ruthless.

When the stool "kangdang" broke into pieces, what Fang Yuan thought was whether to delete this paragraph later.

The Mediterranean man was short in stature. He was struggling with his toes on the door frame. The support under his feet suddenly collapsed. He suddenly lost a point of support. His cumbersome body fell backwards and fell heavily to the ground. The plastic bench that was shattered into several large pieces was crushed even more thinly.

Fang Yuan felt panicked looking at it.

"Who? Which **** **** me?" The Mediterranean man cursed angrily when his **** was severely hurt.

"It's your grandma, me." Tang Qiaoqiao looked at him condescendingly.

The Mediterranean man turned around and stood up, looking at the woman in a light blue dress and piled with fruits, he recognized her immediately. She was Tang Qiaoqiao, and the person on the cover of this magazine shot was her.

It's just a female artist who is just a little famous. The Mediterranean man doesn't show any fear when he sees her: "You are sick, why are you kicking my stool."

Tang Qiaoqiao coldly snorted: "I'm kicking the stool, don't you have any points in your heart? Shameless old pervert!"

"Who do you mean? I tell you, don't talk nonsense, or I will sue you to slander my reputation." The Mediterranean man said harshly.

"You are not an old pervert, then what are you doing in the women's locker room?"

"I'm talking about work with my artist, can you control it?"

"Do you need to lie on the door of the locker room when talking about work? You're just peeking at the female artist to change clothes, shamelessly." Tang Qiaoqiao said.

"Yeah, you are obviously sexual harassment." Fang Yuan was angry but scolded.

"This is our team's own way of communication, and it's up to you." The Mediterranean man didn't know where his courage came from, and he was still shameless after being caught.

Tang Qiaoqiao was shocked by his shamelessness: "You are indeed not an old pervert, but a pervert."

"You have sex/harassment one by one. Who am I harassing? You let her come out and tell her by herself." The Mediterranean man arrogantly looked.

"Still need to say, it's the girl inside." Fang Yuan said.

The Mediterranean man looked indifferent: "Oh, then you tell her to come out and see what she says."

Fang Yuan jabbed and pulled the little orange hanging behind Tang Qiaoqiao, and said in a low voice, "He is so confident, maybe we made a mistake."

Tang Qiaoqiao sneered. It is impossible to make a mistake. This man's wretched temperament can be seen personally.

A veritable scum!

"Don't be afraid of the people inside, come out." Tang Qiaoqiao raised his voice and shouted.

However, there was no movement in the locker room.

Tang Qiaoqiao and Fang Yuan looked at each other.

The Mediterranean man put his arms around his chest, looked good at the show, and said lightly, "It's okay, come out."

At this time, the door of the locker room opened with a creak, and the girl inside walked out timidly. She had changed her knee-length skirt and replaced it with an ultra-short black leather skirt. Her white thighs were exposed, and there was a risk of running out of light if she moved.

The girl saw that everyone outside was watching her and pulled her skirt down anxiously. She glanced at the Mediterranean man, her eyes flushed with fear.

Fang Yuan exclaimed, "Hey, who, did he just lie on the door and watch you change clothes? Don't be afraid, we will help you if you say it."

The girl's lips moved twice, as if hesitated to speak.

The Mediterranean man smiled, approached the girl two steps, and said: "They said I harass you, is there such a thing? Don't dare to say it, say it boldly."

As soon as the man approached, the girl felt trembling all over, took a small step back, and said with a shaking voice, "No such thing, you are mistaken."

"You lied, he was peeping just now, why did you speak for him?" Fang Yuan was extremely angry.

"What you said is wrong, I just look at it openly, because I'm not harassing, I'm just talking to her about dress matching," the Mediterranean man said shamelessly, and patted the **** the shoulder, "Is that right? ?"

The girl didn't dare to lift her head, she just nodded gently.

Tang Qiaoqiao frowned, the scene in front of her was really weird. The girl was obviously very afraid of the man, her eyes hesitated and her voice trembled, so she didn't dare to tell the truth.

The Mediterranean man triumphed: "You have seen it too. She said that she was not harassed. You made a mistake. So should we calculate our account now?"

Tang Qiaoqiao said lightly: "What do we have to calculate?"

The Mediterranean man squinted his eyes and said fiercely: "You just kicked the stool and made me fall. Shouldn't this account be counted?"

Tang Qiaoqiao looked at him amused: "Which eye did you see that I kicked it?"

The Mediterranean man was stunned. Only a few minutes later, Tang Qiaoqiao dared to deny it.

"Besides me just now, it's the two of you, but who else would you have?" The Mediterranean man was furious.

"Is it me?" Tang Qiaoqiao asked Fangyuan, "Did you see it?"

Fang Yuan blinked and smiled: "No, I didn't see anything."

Tang Qiaoqiao spread his hands innocently: "Look, she said she didn't see it, then it's none of my business."

Fang Yuan stayed with Tang Qiaoqiao for a long time, and his skin became thicker and thicker, and the yin and yang said strangely: "It may be that you should lose weight. The stool has been crushed by the fat body. Remember to pay the human magazine before leaving."

The Mediterranean man is very angry: "You two are in the same group, even if you did it, you won't admit it."

Tang Qiaoqiao said slowly: "You said that we did it, then you can show evidence." She is treating her in the same way as her own.

"Do you think I don't have one? Look for the monitor and you will know it." The Mediterranean man said in anger.

Tang Qiaoqiao suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out that there is a camera in this locker room, which is also a feature of your company."

When the girl heard this, her body became stiff and her head was lowered.

The Mediterranean man's eyes flickered and he realized that he had said something wrong. If he was found to have a camera hidden in the locker room, it would really become a physical evidence.

So he had to change the conversation: "Fart, of course there is no camera here, what I just said was the corridor outside."

"Since you have no evidence to prove that I kicked the broken stool, there is nothing left to settle."

The Mediterranean man couldn't refute for a while, and could only grit his teeth and eat this dark loss.

Tang Qiaoqiao glanced at the women's team members who shrank their shoulders, and pointedly, "Let's go, but some things will not end so easily."

Fang Yuan turned his face and whispered, "Wouldn't we let go of that perverted pervert?"

Tang Qiaoqiao whispered: "Go out and talk about it."

Fang Yuan could only hold back his anger and glared at the Mediterranean man ferociously.

Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao and Fang Yuan left the room, the Mediterranean man turned his anger on the girl.

"It's all caused by you, useless things, don't hurry out and take pictures."

The girl group girl bit her lip and glanced at the man resentfully, still thinking of what Tang Qiaoqiao said when she left.