The Perfect Relationship

At the same time as Yin Dong's memorial service was held, there were many entertaining journalists outside Huaxing Hotel who could not enter.

They crouched downstairs with their cameras, looking forward to meeting one or two celebrity celebrities who came to the memorial service. Even if they only took a few photos from a distance, it was good for them to fabricate some gossip news through their dress.

A reporter from Quick Dog Entertainment also called Luo Chao, who is an old fritter in paparazzi. He forged a lot of press badges from the regular media, and obtained copies of invitations to the memorial service through some private channels. He tried to follow the crowd into the venue. As a result, the memorial service took a QR code to enter the venue. By the way, the person receiving the invitation letter has one yard per person, so that he has no chance to ride.

Luo Chao was out of the hotel in depression, so he could only squat in the shade of the nearby trees.

Around the circle, the location of the hidden point had already been squatted in twos and threes, full of paparazzi who had been involved in the attempt like him, and looked away, all familiar faces.

"Hey, Brother Luo, you didn't go in?" Another gossip reporter saw him and beckoned with joy at him. "Come, squat together!"

"... Fuck." Luo Chao cursed in secret and walked behind his camera.

The person who talked to him came from "Peach Media", a little-known company that relied on making up the emotional life of the stars.

"Roger came a little late today." The man took out a cigarette from his pants pocket and handed it to Luo Chao.

"I really don't know what kind of mixed game to scan the QR code to enter!" Luo Chao lit a cigarette and talked to the little reporter while swallowing the clouds.

"Who else can there be? It must be the name of Xinxing Entertainment, Yao. In order to give the old man a memorial service, she must not prevent us from being like thieves."

Luo Chao nodded and echoed: "Yeah, this woman is a fierce horn, and she just uncovered the undercover we sent out recently, a little girl who just opened it without saying a word! ... Well, you said Yin Dong She's a good friend? Does this make sense? "

"No, let's guess it myself ... To be honest, Yin Dong hasn't had any negative news for so many years, and I have a little belief that he is really a sage with no desire."

"A saint without negative news? Koll down! Let me tell you, there is no one clean in the entertainment industry. He didn't collapse, but he was well guarded, and his agent was great. His mother didn't know who it was. Is n’t your son a breakthrough? How many people want to dig this news for so many years, but who do you see?

"That's right ..."

"Yin Dong's son is now also protected by his surname Yao. Any news is from them. They don't even leave us a scum!"

"Look at her short-term care, will Yin Chang be her and Yin Dong's son?"

"Can they have such a beautiful son?"

"Hahahaha ..."

"But it's strange that the boy doesn't look anything like his dad."

"Reshape your face, not all the fresh meat today ..."

...

As he chatted, Luo Chao pointed at the hotel door seemed to have something. "Hey, look there!" He reminded.

A reporter from Tao Media followed his line of sight and saw a middle-aged woman in black holding the same black child who seemed to be entangled with the hotel security.

This special day, special place, this scene will naturally attract the paparazzi's attention.

"The two also went to Yin Dong's memorial service?"

"I don't know ... Looks like a star, maybe a female fan with a baby?"

Luo Chao smoked, and got up and said, "I'll go and see."

"Go on." The reporter from Taomedia sat lazily on his own pony and smoked, and was not interested in anyone other than the star.

When Luo Chao got closer, he heard the woman begging the security guard: "We really just want to go up and see Mr. Yin."

The woman was in her thirties, and she looked so gentle. The child around her was about a meter tall, about eight or nine years old, and she muffled her head and kicked a small stone beside her.

The security man frowned: "Don't I tell you everything, I can't go in without an invitation!"

Woman: "Couldn't it be okay for a while?"

The security guard was impatient: "What is incomprehensible, but Yin Dong, can anyone attend his memorial service?"

At first, the woman had some begging intentions. When she saw the other side's attitude, she was also anxious: "We are not just anyone!" She explained holding on to the child's hand, "This child, this child is Yin Dong's son!"

The security guard was smirked. He pointed at the fan group who was far from the outside by the hotel security guard: "There, there was a woman who just rushed over and said he was Yin Dong's wife!"

The woman was dumb all of a sudden.

The security guard persuaded her kindly: "I said, eldest sister, you should take the child back, not that I am not talking about it, but Yin Dong, the big film emperor! Do you know who is coming to the memorial service today? Understand, this is my job. There are female fans in the hotel who started living in VIP suites a few days ago, but they have been blocked from entering the memorial hall. Even if you can go to the hotel, there is no invitation letter. I can't see Yin Dong! "

The woman froze in place, looking extremely helpless, and rubbed her child's head with regret: "We're afraid we won't see your Uncle Yin ..."

The boy raised his head when he heard the words, blinked widely, and lowered his head in frustration.

The woman couldn't help it. She stretched her neck and looked inside for a moment, but saw the security guard waving her hand and said, "Go back!"

She finally gave up, holding the boy's hand to coax: "The teacher will buy you a Kentucky Fried Chicken nugget, will you?"

The boy reluctantly glanced back at the high-end hotel, which followed the woman and walked away.

Luo Chao quietly followed up, directly across the road, then quickly walked up and stopped them: "This lady, sorry, excuse me ..."

The woman stopped and wondered, "What is it?"

Luo Chao took out a fake reporter's card from his pocket, brought a professional polite smile, and introduced himself: "I am a reporter from Dongshi Entertainment. I just heard you talking to the security guard at the hotel entrance. I was curious and wanted to come over Inquire ... "

Eastvision Entertainment is a regular big-name media. The woman glanced at the press card and had no doubt about Luo Chao's words. But in the face of a journalist with an unknown purpose, she still had some vigilance and subconsciously pulled the child behind herself. She asked, "What do you want to ask?"

Luo Chao glanced at the child and wondered, "You just said, this child is Yin Dong's son?"

The woman embarrassed and said, "No, it's just that I was in a hurry and just said whatever ..."

Luo Chao keenly noticed that the other side was avoiding her eyes when she said this, and determined that she had something to dig, and continued to seduce: "Oh, it doesn't matter. For the sake of the child, I have a way to take him to Yin Dong's memorial service. meeting."

"Really?" The woman's eyes lit up.

"Of course," seeing her hook, Luo Chao took out a photocopy of a realistic invitation from her pocket and showed her, "In fact, I was planning to attend Yin Dong's memorial service, but it was late because of some official business. The memorial service Now that it has begun, I am inconvenient to enter the venue midway, so I smoke a cigarette downstairs, and I happen to hear your conversation with the security guard. "

"That's it ..." The woman and the boy looked at each other with joy, but she didn't know what to think of, and then frowned again.

Luo Chao glanced at his watch and said, "The memorial service will last for thirty or forty minutes. I think it would be better for us to go to the KFC in front to buy something for the children and talk casually. There will be a dinner at the moment. We will take advantage of that time. It will not affect others. "

The woman hesitated for a moment, seeing the boy's look of expectation, and finally shaken: "All right."