The Idol Group and the Crown

They rushed into the nanny car all the way, as if the last few humans surrounded by zombies

The reporters were crowded by the windshield and car windows, and the long rows of lenses came close to them as if aiming.

Bo Jue dragged Mei Sheng away to the last row and wrapped it tightly. The others quickly got on the car and locked the door. Uncle Jiang took out a dozen masks and threw them to each of them.

Corona never wore a mask before.

They are confident in their own expression management. Everyone's rigorous and cruel weight control keeps the five senses thin and delicate without dead corners all year round, and does not need that kind of redundant things to carry out this file.

But in this second, a dozen or twenty people flew directly in front of the windshield, using a night vision lens to illuminate each of them with a strong flash.

Sadness is wrong, laughter is wrong, and numbness is wrong.

As long as the camera can capture even a person's expression, it will be enough to send online minute-minute traffic bursts.

The passers-by will certainly condemn the paparazzi for their inhumanity to gain peace of mind, while clicking into the news is greedy to watch everyone's reaction to the scandal and spy on the star's pity.

This is a trading rule that everyone knows.

Huo Jian put on a mask and immediately turned to see Mei Shengyao in the last row. The young boy was wrapped in a blanket wrapped in a thin blanket and hugged like a doll without breathing.

"Fuck," the always calm drivers were bothered and stepped on the throttle: "Don't you be afraid of being killed if you block the car?"

The car hissed, and four or five reporters stepped back a few steps like a pushed box, and then reluctantly shifted to the side to continue to shoot Jiang Shu's Tieqing face.

"On." The agent's expression was blank: "It's mine to be killed."

The horsepower of the car was strengthened again, and the congested reporter was finally squeezed into a road. There were even people running after the car and knocking on the window completely protected from light by hand.

It was only after about five minutes that they got rid of the reporter car chasing the car and drove all the way to the direction of spf.

Jiang Shuqiang drank himself two sips of water to calm his mind and began to answer and make calls.

In a quiet car, he quickly signaled spf to implement an emergency public relations plan, and at the same time cleaned up and defended different exits to ensure that no idle people and other people would come in and sneak shots.

"How is public opinion now?"

"All media interviews are stopped. Today's day trip is cancelled directly, no need to record."

"Three times the liquidated damages are drawn directly from the c card, don't talk nonsense with Lao Tzu."

Jiang Shu is against the wall in front of Corona.

He has to deal with the pressure and inquiries from the company's top management, to control the fermentation of online public opinion, and the disrupted itinerary and activity arrangements must all be signed with his consent before the change takes effect.

The six teenagers didn't open their mouths, and the rain was gradually falling outside the window. The glass windows were covered with scars like a steel knife.

"Who? Pei Ruye-you haven't slept?" Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the voice clearly: "How to say?"

Pei Ru also stood on the 17th floor of the spf administrative building, watching the crowded reporter car outside the company's martial law circle.

"I will do the adjustment and aftermath of the spf." He calmly said: "The children give it to you, I will send the decision and direction to your mailbox here, and everything else will be put back."

"Children are taking care of Huo Jian. Now several endorsers are surveying the direction of public opinion. I have to stabilize them." Jiang Shu said in a rough voice: "If Corona loses these first-line endorsements, he will only push the wall. More and more, this thing cannot be allowed."

"Okay, hold on." Pei Ru also turned and walked back: "I'm going to a public relations meeting now, do you need a car to pick it up?"

"Need, wait for me at the intersection of Taihe Road."

When Jiang Shu was on the plane, he didn't even think that he would go to an emergency negotiation with the spokesperson at three or four o'clock. He rubbed his brows and sighed, turned his head to look at Huo Jian, raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you heard clearly?"

"clear."

"It's up to you in the team." He glanced in the direction of Mei Shengyao, and at the same time confirmed the position sent by the driver from Pei Ruye: "What's the matter, I'll come back to you at noon to confirm with you before I say it ."

"Don't go anywhere for now."

Huo Jian quickly agreed, and the car immediately got off the highway and turned to the side, stopping at Sancha intersection for half a minute.

When Jiang Shu got out of the car, he watched Huo Jian knock on his heart with his back, and his eyes were firm as the marshal who fulfilled his mission.

"Hurry and be patient."

Huo Jian instinctively returned to the same action.

do not worry.

Jiang Shu turned on another car and headed for Beicheng District, while Huo Jian took the whole team back to the spf dormitory building.

The driver bypassed the reporter's car and drove past the hidden entrance. He first jumped out of the car and confirmed that there was no crouching talent at the elevator entrance.

Mei Shengyao shivered silently since he got on the train, curled up in Bo Ju's arms and said nothing.

Huo Jian clenched his hand and said softly: "Go upstairs first, far away, if we have anything to go upstairs, then we will talk."

The teenager finally raised his head, no tears on his face, only despair and fear, suppressed his voice and nodded.

The five of them surrounded him in the middle. They didn't seem to escape to the safe area until they went down the 17th floor and put down the triple gate.

Huo Jian turned on all the lights in the room, Chi Ji rushed to give them hot milk, Long Ji carefully removed Mei Shengyao's coat, and took the phone from his pocket to a farther and safer location.

"Let me have a look." Mei Shengyao looked up at Long Ji and said with red eyes: "I can still see it on TV."

"Don't look at it." Xie Lianyun threw the remote control to Long Ji, who took it steadily and hid it in the glass cabinet with his mobile phone: "Now look at these--"

"What did she do?" Mei Shengyao was angry for the first time in her life: "Isn't she filming abroad every day? Isn't she too busy to answer my dad's phone?!!!"

Bo Jue quickly winked, and Huo Jian and Long Ji went to the room to discuss the countermeasures.

"I'm here to watch far away, you put your luggage first."

Huo Jian pushed the suitcase of both of them into Longsui's room, closed the door and opened Weibo to check the situation.

"No need to check." Long Ji coldly said: "I just saw everything clearly on the road just now."

Wen Feng derailed a third-line actor.

They had been rumored to be too intimate when they cooperated two years ago, but it happened that Mei Heng broke the rumors in the past, and there were no persuasive and clear photos that could be used as evidence. This matter finally ended.

Shortly after they turned off the plane today, Wen Feng hugged and kissed the actor in the alley of Prague City for three minutes, and the two were eight kilometers away from the filming location of the crew.

The photos broke out of the newly established paparazzi organization, apparently fought in a battle to become famous instead of blackmailing huge sums of money. The first time I took the picture, I sharpened the sharpness and sent it to the Internet. The video with the company's watermark was released at the same time.

"How comforting? Is it useful to say those words?" Long Ji said with a sigh of anger: "Mei Sheng's concert recording program has never been called on one call, and she stabbed her son at this time today -"

"Brother, let's stabilize the distance." Huo Jian is more sober than him: "He can't calm his emotions in a short time. We will accompany him tonight, don't go back to the room to rest, and don't force him to forget these distracted attention. ."

When such a big thing happened, no one could just let it go.

Long Ji nodded his head and moved the futon pillow with him.

Here Mei Sheng leaned against Bo Ju without saying a word, and his expression finally changed when he saw them come back.

"Brother." He said dumbly: "I'm seventeen, you don't need to sleep with me."

"It's a team building, not with you." Xie Rongyun had already dragged the living room clean and wiped it with a rag again, and dragged Mei Sheng away: "The outside is still thundering under the heavy rain, so we can watch it if we can't sleep." Lightning tells a ghost story."

They spread the quilts one after another, coaxed Mei Shengyao to take a bath and change clothes, and blow hair around him together.

Mei Sheng lowered his head to help thin Juwan hair, he was stunned for a long time holding the smooth soft hair, listening to the buzz of the hair dryer a little distracted.

"I was thinking," he said dumbly: "Is it that I didn't make the right choice."

If at first...

"Yao Yao." Huo Jian suddenly said: "I will tell you a story."

"When my dad first hit my mother, he knelt down and begged her for forgiveness the next day, saying that he was confused for a while and would never commit a crime again."

This is Huo Jian's first mention of his family.

Mei Shengyao and several others looked up at him at the same time, and for a moment he forgot what the topic was.

They were born in wealth and were protected in a greenhouse with pure air from childhood. They have never experienced hunger or cold.

"The second time he used it, he used a drying rack." Huo Jian turned off the hair dryer and used a comb to help him straighten his hair. "My mother returned to her family, and he rushed back and slapped himself, to everyone Crying and saying that he will be good to us all his life."

"...Later?" Mei Sheng said subconsciously.

"Then the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time, and countless times."

"My mother was hit by a stomach bleed. He came back from the hospital and went on."

Huo Jian's expression was calm when he said these words, as if he was just telling someone else's story.

Mei Shengyao squeezed the comb tightly, unwilling to say: "Does the police don't care?"

Huo Jian slowly shook his head.

Housework is difficult to manage, as long as the divorce is unsuccessful, this kind of thing can not be broken.

"Every time he sees the policeman, he immediately puts on a good look." He said softly: "Then he explained that he was drinking too much and was confused for a while."

Bo Jue sat in front of the mirror and looked at Huo Jian, with red eyes trying to hug him.

Ji Ji spread his arms around the two of them and rubbed his eyes quietly over his head.

"Yaoyao." The teenager said lightly: "In the world of adults, there has never been a moment of confusion."

There was not much blood on Mei Shengyao's face.

"No...?"

There is long-term planning, greed, and tyranny.

Only there is no confusion.

Mei Sheng took a step back subconsciously.

He loosened the thin long black hair in his hand and muttered: "She is too lazy to lie to us."

Hasn't it been... Am I lying to myself?

It was at this time that the electronic access control sound suddenly sounded.

Huo Jian thought it was the agent who came back after finishing work and ran quickly to see who was on the screen.

"Uncle Jiang is back?"

The soaked Mei Heng stood in front of the camera, his expression tired and gentle.

"Hohuo, open the door."

"I will stay with you for a while."

It is four twenty in the morning.

Mei Heng came back in a friend's private plane.

-2-

Huo Jian called Chi Ji loudly to get a dry bath towel and reached for the card to open the door for Mei Heng.

"You came here so late..." He said half-stop and turned to indicate the direction of Mei Shengyao: "Yaoyao was there, just after taking a shower."

Mei Heng whispered his thanks, and walked in with his pants still dripping with rain.

Mei Sheng in pajamas was stunned, thinking he had spent his eyes: "...Dad?"

Huo Jian instructed others to return to the dormitory to give them space first, and gave Mei Heng a towel and pant and a cold medicine, and left them alone in the living room.

When he walked back to the bedroom area, Xie Lianyun and Long Ji opened the door at the same time and pulled him into the room.

The others were all sitting on Xie Lianyun's side, their expressions uneasy.

Long Ji said nothing, holding Huo blade open for nearly half a minute.

"No wonder you didn't go home before the New Year..." he sighed: "The captain has worked hard."

Xie Liyun also hugged him, followed by Bo Jiu and Chi Ji.

"You don't say... we don't know at all." Bo Ju reached out and stroked Huo Jian's hair: "No wonder you are so mature than other children of the same age."

Huo Jian didn't expect that he would get such attention and care, and his expression was blank for a moment.

"Me, I'm fine with you." He whispered: "It's far away now..."

"Corona is here, you and he will always have a family." Bo Ju thought without thinking: "These things will pass in the end, we are just together."

Uncle Jiang said that there is no room for some things at all. At this time, everything is wrong.

Don't rush and endure, and do not invade.

Xie Lianyun rubbed his brow and knocked on the keyboard, exhaling for a long time.

"It's not too bad."

"What do you mean?"

"I saw this kind of thing for the first time." He pushed the computer screen in front of them: "They call this...controlling comment."

Xie Lianyun knew that his psychological quality was not strong enough, and he was constantly controlling his emotions when logging into the Weibo trumpet.

He thought he would see a mess, but he didn't.

Not only the sailors under Uncle Jiang's men have yet slept at this time.

Thousands of fans did not sleep at 4:30 in this stormy morning.

At the same time, they mobilized their large trumpets to praise each other and commented on each other, and spontaneously organized reviews in every part of the news.

Just like the army who swears to guard the city gates in the rainy night, it does not move like a mountain.

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They are cleaning the real-time square with incredible speed.

The first page and even the fifth page of the marketing area comment area of ​​this scandal are all pulled down, all of which are spontaneous control comments by the gem sisters.

There are vulgar men, vicious passers-by, and sour and mean other fans who have left messages at the same time.

"It has long been said that Mei Sheng is not as long as his father. Mei Heng didn't know how many years he wore this hat..."

"I heard that Wen Feng can sleep with anyone. Is Mei Sheng far from being born and infected?"

"Corona's resources are so good as soon as he debuts, can it be said..."

Not long after these disgusting comments appeared, they were immediately pressed to the end by the copy-and-pasted copy, and the good guys could not see anything even after turning a few pages.

Their speculations, insults, slander, were accurately captured and evaporated out of thin air. All the comments under the mainstream news accounts at first glance, there were hundreds of thousands of gems shining.

"Let me know the little lion Mei Sheng! Corona's strongest boy group has a new song!"

"The marketing number is still working overtime? See what fun is the gossip, come to understand the almighty ace Huo blade! Composer genius Xie Lianyun! The strongest lead dance Mei Shengyao! Gorgeous vocal Chi Ji! Love song super crisp dragon three little! Piano beauty Thin Ju!"

Huo Jian took the mouse and looked at it one by one, his eyes were equally surprised and shaken.

He originally thought that only they and Uncle Jiang were coping with the torrential rain.

Everyone is there.

Some fans were crying with red eyes and were clenching their teeth to praise and comment. Some people urgently posted more photos on Chaoyan Square to make Amway promotional pictures.

They are filled with rainbow flowers and stars in the review copy, as if they want to present all the beauty to them.

Then dispel all filth and darkness.

The vicious and vicious arrows fired all night, but they were blocked by heavy barriers.

Spf, Uncle Jiang, boss Pei, all the fans, they are now standing in front of them without turning back.

Even if the rain falls, the cold wind will kill it.

Mei Heng sat on the sofa, leaning against Mei Sheng and whispered: "This thing... it was Dad who didn't deal with it."

"Sorry."

"No need to apologize," Mei Shengyao said suddenly.

"what?"

"You don't owe me anything. Nor do she owe her anything." Mei Shengyao looked sideways at him and took a deep breath: "Dad, seventeen years. It's time to break, we're going to break."

Mei Heng suddenly didn't know the child in front of him.

Yaoyao has grown taller and taller in recent years, not at all like the little one at the age of twelve.

When he was a little over ten years old, he still secretly found himself crying and asking his mother to wipe his nose and tears all over his costumes. Before going on the stage, he had to hurry to change his clothes and make up his children.

Now this child with firm eyes... is also far away?

"You... have always missed my mother." He hesitated: "Don't go to the heart of the rumors and sayings on the Internet, they are all fake..."

Without waiting for the man to finish the lie, Mei Shengyao got up and hugged him tightly.

"Dad." He said dumbly: "I'm seventeen too."

"When you used to take care of me alone...it was really difficult."

"I know."

Mei Heng has not been embraced for many years. He will continue to encourage Yaoyao, give him a hug and love, but did not expect that he will be understood and tolerated.

At the moment when Mei Sheng was tightly hugged, he found himself walking a long way, tired of breathing.

"Broken." The man closed his eyes and hugged his child in a hurry: "It doesn't hurt, just break it."

The teenager nodded silently, holding him without tears.

Everyone slept on the sofa and the floor for three or four hours.

At 8:30 in the morning, Uncle Jiang rushed back servantly, and behind him the assistant carried large and small packages of breakfast.

"Glutinous rice fritters, three fresh bean skins, fried noodles, rice wine stuffed rice balls."

The uncle didn't sleep all night, and the clothes smelled of wet and dry rain.

"Eat first, eat and talk about things."

Uncle Jiang stabilized the situation.

None of the three core endorsements was lost, and the Internet front was almost completely guarded.

The general direction of public opinion is concentrated on the scandal of Wen Feng alone, but anyone who talks about Mei Shengyao will be pulled back together by others-don't pull in unrelated minors!

Although a small number of people hope that the dirtier the better, but most people have reached an agreement to tacitly protect this lifeless teenager.

Don’t let the child bear the mistake of mother’s mistakes.

"My press conference is at ten o'clock noon." Mei Heng has changed into a clean suit, except for her slightly poor appearance. All other things are well maintained: "She has already spoken with me by phone, and the divorce message will be announced together."

Now that we are on the cusp of the storm, we must settle the incident quickly and quickly, and we cannot delay it for a long time.

"I'll go with you." Mei Shengyao thought without thinking.

"Don't go," Jiang Shu said conditionedly: "What are you going to do? You can bear those reporters?"

"I have to go." Mei Shengyao tightened his tie tightly, and his chestnut hair was combed.

When he turned to look at them, he saw a sharp edge that had transformed overnight.

"Just as it was the last adult gift she gave me."

The last four decided to accompany Yaoyao Meiheng on the 17th floor, leaving Huo Jian and Jiang Shu alone at the entrance of the big conference hall of the administrative building.

Huo Jian is the captain and must be present when major decisions are made.

"I have to temporarily change your schedule." Uncle Jiang's throat is completely dumb, listening like a broken blower, and choking the smell of smoke: "Don't expose too much in these two months, the variety concerts are all going. Put it back."

"The liquidated damages company can afford it, and I can afford it. It's all about money."

"But Yaoyao hasn't grown up anyway, he can't fail."

Huo Jian stood quietly with him at the door.

He knew that the agent was not explaining the truth temporarily at this moment, but was actually cheering Uncle Jiang himself again and again.

If you do this, all resources that have been deployed will need to be forced to change the time.

The two-month buffer period will not only cause a large loss to the company, but also mean that corona's exposure will suddenly decrease, and it is very likely that the new boy group that broke out at the same time will come up later.

This is not a trifle, it is a decision to be reached with all company executives.

"Uncle's pressure is too great." Jiang Shu knew that the child was a clear man, reached out and patted his shoulder: "You are also an adult anyway, help Uncle point."

Huo Jian nodded his head and stepped up to open the door of the meeting room. His eyes met Pei Ru on the other side of the long table.

He straightened his tie with his fingers and stared at the man's calm opening.

"Well, it can be carried."