Superstar, No Big Deal?!

At the end of the commemorative party, the artists went out to accept the media interviews, and they burst into tears when they mentioned their sadness.

Tang Ruanqing stood at the entrance, looking at the artists surrounded by the media, and remembering what Shan Yatong had said, her face became dark. These artists did appear in the show through this party, and most of them were similar to Jing Anjue. Outdated stars who have worked together.

"President?" The assistant Zhang Feng, who was standing behind him, saw that he looked a little wrong. He didn't know what to say for a while. He glanced at the artists interviewed in front of him, but he didn't know what to say for a while. The president is the president of the entertainment company. , How can I not think of this? As long as there is a chance to be in the top position, this is a method that all artists in the circle know, why should the president be angry because of this?

A white-clothed boy hurriedly walked out of the crowd. When the media saw him, they surrounded him.

"Shan Yatong?" Tang Ruanqing frowned, he wanted to see what he said in front of the media.

"Yatong, I'm a reporter from Yueyang Entertainment Weekly. What do you think of the killing of King Sedum?"

"Hello, Yatong, I'm a reporter from Meiyue Daily, what do you think are the same with King Sedum?"

"Hello Ya Hitomi, I am..."

Shan Yatong looked at the excited reporters and pushed aside the reporters in front of him, "I'm sorry, I'm not accepting interviews now."

Unexpectedly, I didn’t get to two steps and was surrounded again. My thin body was almost submerged in it. I don’t know who hit it in the back. Shan Yatong’s head hit a camera heavily. It hurts suddenly to see gold stars.

Shan Yatong hadn't recovered yet, the reporters flocked to him. He looked at the microphone in front of him, holding his breath, wishing to slap the reporter in front of him.

"President, things don't seem to be very good," Zhang Feng frowned and said to the staff around him, "Call for security."

The staff hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie, and there was a noisy sound from the walkie-talkie. After the staff heard it, his face changed. He turned to Zhang Feng and said, "Assistant Zhang, there are reporters behind Luo Yanqian and Sister Lin. The security is over there."

"Immediately transfer the staff," Tang Ruanqing said solemnly, "it is to ask them to protect Lin Yuxin. As for the people of Feiyu, they can manage, and they can't."

The staff turned pale, "Yes!"

Seeing the pale face of the boy in white under the siege of the reporter, Zhang Feng said with some worry, "I am worried that something will happen if this continues."

Tang Ruanqing's face was as deep as water, and she didn't show her intentions. She just looked at Shan Yatong's direction, not knowing whether she was looking at Shan Yatong's embarrassment or worry.

Zhang Feng noticed Tang Ruanqing's unclear attitude towards Shan Yatong, and he knew that this newcomer might be dissatisfied with his own president somewhere, and I am afraid that this newcomer will have a hard time in the future.

"Ya Hitomi, please answer this question..."

Shan Yatong’s body was originally weak, but in this situation, he was almost unsteady. He didn’t know where he came from behind, and he fell forward banging. At this moment, Shan Yatong felt that even if someone hit the reporter □□ is also better than the current situation.

He didn't fall to the ground, because someone picked him up, and the sound of shutters behind him showed that the person who helped him was not so famous.

"Have you forgotten that today is the memorial day of King Sedum? Under this circumstance, do you feel disrespectful if you do such a thing?" Xiao Qizhi raised Shan Yatong and looked at the group of reporters in front of him blankly. As an entertainment media, it is naturally a friend of our artists, but today we are in a situation where we are a little bit difficult. If our company's artists are injured in this situation, how do you explain it?!"

The reporters at the scene looked at each other, anyone could tell that Xiao Qi was very angry, and that Xiao Qishi's identity was there, and no one dared to really offend him. Looking at Shan Yatong who was supported by him, his expression was already on his face. It was pale, without a trace of blood, and then he reacted, fearing that something was wrong.

"I hope that everyone present will not have accidental injuries. What is waiting for you at that time may not only be accusations from fans, but also a subpoena from the court." Xiao Qishi lowered his head and looked at Shan Yatong, who was not a trace of blood on his face. Yatong, how are you doing?" After speaking, his eyes glanced sharply at everyone in front of him.

The reporters felt guilty when he saw his gaze, and it seemed that King Xiao Tian was very dissatisfied with them this time.

It’s okay to get an ordinary artist, but it’s not just people in the entertainment industry who offend Xiao Tianwang, but also the economically powerful Xiao family. If Xiao Qi insists on investigating it, they will receive their own TV station within three days. Or a severance letter from a newspaper.

"Xiao Tianwang, Yatong, forgive me, it's our misconsideration." An old reporter present immediately apologized. Maybe there are some newcomers present who think that Xiao Tianwang is in the posture of the heavenly king, but many old reporters know that the person in front of them cannot be offended. .

"Oh, Linlang Weekly," Xiao Qishen glanced at the work card hanging on his chest and nodded, "I agreed with your magazine before inviting me to take a cover photo. I will contact my agent tomorrow to arrange a time."

"Thank you Xiao Tianwang," the old reporter was overjoyed. Xiao Qizhi has rarely asked magazines to take cover photos this year. Now he can agree, not only for sales, but also greatly improves his own magazines in the industry. He was busy thanking him for his position, and then left with his own magazine reporter.

Xiao Qi looked at the reporter who didn't dare to come out coldly, and supported Shan Yatong and said, "Let's get in the car."

Shan Yatong nodded, and he glanced at the work card that hit his reporter's chest just now, Meiyue Daily.

The reporter from the United States and York Daily shivered inexplicably, looking at the boy in white who was helped by Xiao Qi, whether the report of tomorrow could write that Xiao Tianwang was so angry that he was a blue face. This is a big selling point.

"You'd better not write about what happened tonight," the old reporter with the editorial office next to him glanced at him, "and you better pray now that the man Shan didn't find out who hit him, or don't write the report. Maybe you never have the opportunity to be a reporter in your life."

"Why, now free speech, is there anything I dare not write?" He was a little dissatisfied, "Isn't it the king of heaven, what kind of airs."

"Even if you write it, your manuscript won't pass the editor," the old reporter didn't want to persuade any more, and went straight away.

Although he was not angry, the expression of the old reporter also made him a little uneasy. Could it be that this Xiao Tianwang really has such a big face in the entertainment industry.

Seeing Xiao Qishi and Shan Yatong getting in the car safely, Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiao Qishi made the move, otherwise the scene would be chaotic.

However, Zhang Feng was a little bit puzzled. In his memory, Xiao Qi rarely changed his face, and he often maintained a friendly and gentle face in front of the media. Today, his face made him a little uncomfortable.

However, if it was because the King Sedum worshipped the sun today, the reason for being in a bad mood would simply not be valid, because the entire Crown of Heaven knew that King Xiao Datian had no idea who Jing Anjue was.

Tang Ruanqing frowned and said to Zhang Feng beside him, "Let's go."

Xiao Zimo, is this time for real?

He didn't have much friendship with Xiao Zimo since he was a child, and he didn't like Xiao Zimo's idle temperament. Of course, Xiao Zimo didn't necessarily like himself, but what he didn't expect was that Xiao Qi, who had always been half-hearted, could do this for Shan Yatong. step.

It's really surprising, I don't know whether it should be said that Xiao Zimo's dedication to Shan Yatong surprised him, or that Shan Yatong made Xiao Zimo's dedication to him surprised him.

Maybe it's both. Tang Ruanqing put aside the unobvious worry about Shan Yatong in his heart, turned and walked away.

Zhang Feng glanced at the direction of the car, touched his nose, and followed Tang Ruanqing.

Helping Shan Yatong into the car, Xiao Qishen said to the driver sitting in the driver's seat, "Drive right away." Looking sideways at Shan Yatong who was holding his head, "Are you injured?"

Shan Yatong touched the bulging bag on his head, bared his teeth and said, "Fortunately, I was hit by a camera just now, it may be a little swollen."

"Let me see," Xiao Qishen put his arms around Shan Yatong, let his head fall on his chest, and carefully touched the bag on top of Shan Yatong's head. "Fortunately, it's not very serious. Go to me to wipe it. Some medicine bars."

"It's not that serious," Shan Yatong didn't like this posture very much, and leaned back and sideways. "It will disappear by herself in two days."

The person in his arms left him, and the empty embrace made Great Heavenly King Xiao somewhat disappointed, but he didn't dare to do this again, he was bold.

"No, you still need medication," Xiao Qishen said to the driver in front, "Old Li, drive directly to my villa."

Shan Yatong glanced at him, thinking that this heavenly king had helped him out, so he didn't reject his kindness, but just sent a text message to Lu Fan.

Xiao Qi saw that Shan Yatong did not refuse, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "I will ask the chef in the villa to make it for you later."

Shan Yatong yawned, "Anything is fine." He glanced out the dark window, "It doesn't feel bad."

"Look at how you've become thinner," Xiao Qi sighed, "So you have to pay attention to your diet. What does your assistant usually do?"

Shan Yatong smiled, "He went home."

Thinking of the situation Shan Yatong encountered today, Xiao Qi frowned, "Isn't Lu Fan your agent? How could you encounter this situation?"

Shan Yatong lowered her head slightly, "Maybe because today is Jing Anjue's memorial day, he is in a bad mood," raised her head, Shan Yatong smiled, "Don't say this, I'm a little sleepy, call me when you arrive." After that, I closed my eyes and went to rest.

The car returned to quiet, Xiao Qishen looked at Shan Yatong's pale face, smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

The night still continues its tranquility.

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