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Rong Sheng obviously doesn’t have the rhetoric of a believer at all: "Is it speechless? I am speechless, but my mother still believes it. Where can I find him a thousand-year-old fox demon? I think that old Taoist priest is the best way to see the gods. Got it."

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu paused and said, "Where are people now?"

After Rong Sheng finished speaking, he forgot what had happened just now: "Huh? Who?"

He Mingyu: "That Taoist priest."

Rong Sheng was looking at Shengjing Entertainment's new project report in his office, and he reached out and put the documents together: "You said that the Taoist priest who pretended to be a ghost just now? Fuck, where else can I be? In my house, he was served delicious and delicious by my mother!"

He Mingyu seemed to think for a few seconds, and said coldly: "I will go back to City J tomorrow. If it is convenient, I will visit your aunt at your house tomorrow night."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng was stunned by He Mingyu's words: "No, Lao He, it's really fake? The last time you went to my house was when we were in elementary school, right?"

He Mingyu raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "Is it convenient at 6:30 tomorrow night?"

Rong Sheng: "..."

Rong Sheng was stunned: "He Mingyu, if it weren't for you and Tan Qing had made it. I must think you have any special thoughts about that old Taoist priest."

He Mingyu icy coldly: "Go away."

Rong Sheng laughed: "Okay, it's rare for you to have a leisurely feeling of being a guest, and my mother is probably also very happy. I will tell her tonight, and I will go home for dinner tomorrow."

He Mingyu nodded: "Remember to explain to the aunt and ask her to keep that person at home."

Rong Sheng: "..."

Recently, Rong Sheng, who was about to collapse by a bunch of bad things at home and feudal superstitions, said: "Fuck, Lao He, if you promise your brother, Tan Qing has a good body and a good personality. You can't Fancy that old Taoist priest!"

He Mingyu: "..."

President He Ba hung up the phone indifferently.

He Mingyu, who finished his itinerary for tomorrow night, is preparing to resend the Weibo editor on his mobile phone.

However, before opening the page, I saw Tan Qing sneaking back from the corner with a 2l beverage bottle in each of his left and right hands.

When Tan Qing got closer, He Mingyu could see that what he was carrying was a bottle of Coke and a bottle of Sprite.

Tan Qing's thin and fragile body carried two large bottles of Sprite in his left hand and Coke in his right hand. He moved forward in front of He Mingyu in a while, raised his face, and said with a grin: "Drink?"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu helped Tan Qing wipe the sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief, and said helplessly, "How can I buy so much?"

Tan Qing hugged her happy fat house water and settled the account with He Mingyu earnestly: "I tell you, KFC costs eight yuan for a glass of Coke, so a little bit, eat a few mouthfuls with fried chicken and drink it! This big bottle is super Good deal! Only five dollars and five bottles for such a big one!"

He Mingyu: "..."

After finishing the calculations, Tan Qing licked the corners of her mouth aggrievedly: "Woo, I haven't eaten fried chicken for more than ten days... and I heard that there is a new set meal with a family bucket in the store, with several large pieces of chicken. I really want to eat it."

He Mingyu stretched out his hand to put Tan Qing's hood on him, and then picked up the two large bottles of drinks placed on the ground with one hand: "Buy you tonight."

Tan Qing followed He Mingyu's buttocks, "Really?"

He Mingyu stopped and turned his head: "Well, but you have to be good."

Tan Qing tugged He Mingyu's hem very obediently: "Qing Qing is super obedient."

He Mingyu lowered his head and glanced at the corner of his clothes being pulled by Tan Qing's fingers: "Really?"

Tan Qing blinked and crazily hinted: "Yes!"

He Mingyu said nothing, and walked out of the film and television base with the hooded Tan Qing and walked to the vicinity of the temporary parking lot.

The bright orange and black and gold Bugatti was still in the temporary parking lot.

Compared with the state of He Mingyu when he left, there are only a lot more people checking in and taking pictures by the car.

And Tan Qing and He Mingyu just walked out of the door of the film and television base.

It was surrounded by the crowds of Yu Ji outside the door, which directly blocked the door.

Compared to Tan Qing who wears a hood, He Mingyu in a suit does not have any extra cover.

There is no superfluous expression on the same face, and it looks very cold.

But He Mingyu didn't seem to be angry or impatient either. He just frowned slightly, and took the frontmost microphone that stretched out: "Excuse me, please go back, don't be crowded."

At present, the headlines of the exposure of the romance between Tan Qing and He Mingyu are still topped in the hottest position on Weibo.

The two parties actually appeared in front of the public as if nothing happened, and they didn't seem to have any taboos.

Everyone who works in the media knows He Mingyu, and he also knows that He Mingyu sued the marketing account and malicious netizens more than half a month ago.

Although the two have been stopped at this time.

But all Yu Ji and Huang Niu didn't dare to point the camera at He Mingyu, and even the question was basically only directed at Tan Qing.

"Mr. Tan Qing, do you have any response to the love affair that was exposed today?"

"Mr. Tan, when did your relationship with Dong He start?"

"Will you go abroad to register your marriage?"

"Tan Qing, will you and He Dong have children in the future?"

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing, who had never seen so many microphones, looked around, then shrank and hid behind He Mingyu.

Tan Qing, who found the safe terrain, looked left and right behind He Mingyu, poke He Mingyu with her finger by the way, and said sincerely: "Wow, look, their eyes are the same when I see fried chicken!"

He Mingyu: "..."

He Mingyu pressed Tan Qing's restless fingers down and turned sideways slightly: "Do you have anything to tell them?"

Tan Qing glanced blankly: "Huh? What did you say?"

He Mingyu said, "Is there anything you want to answer to their questions just now?"

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

exactly.

I remembered.

Tan Qing poked out a head from He Mingyu's back, curled her mouth, and gave a brilliant smile to all the reporters present: "Hey, I'm sorry, I haven't met so many people asking me questions in a long time. I'm a little excited. La."

Everyone: "..."

The entertainment reporters immediately repeated the question again at a very fast speed.

And also added dozens of questions that were not mentioned just now.

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing, who has not had much experience in answering questions so far, pursed her lips and kicked He Mingyu with her calf: "Then what am I talking about?"

It may be because the human voice is too noisy.

He Mingyu's voice seemed overly gentle: "You can say whatever you want, no matter what you say."

Tan Qing: "Oh..."

then.

Honestly, Tan Qing said to the microphone, honestly and kindly: "Hello everyone, He Mingyu and I are not in a relationship, they are just common acquaintances!"

With the continuous updating of communication tools, the frequency of live broadcast of the whole course of the interview process has become higher and higher.

It's almost the same second.

What Tan Qing said not only caused an uproar in the nearby Yu Ji and the scalpers.

It also ignited the public opinion of the people who eat melon online.

xxx: Who will save my eyes? I seem to see the smile of the boss who is standing next to Tan Qing disappearing...

xx: I'm sorry to Jiejie, but mold also needs an ophthalmologist to worry about

xxxx: Not only did I see Boss He’s smile disappear, I even saw his face change.

xxx: The face has changed a lot, there should be an emoji package here! expect

xxxx: The emoticon package [gif] ordered by the sister upstairs, I bet a cucumber will be cleaned up tonight!

xx: Sister, you clean up your affliction, then I will also follow a car of massage sticks, little red face

xxx: Can the stubborn fan upstairs point her face? He was the one who drove He Dong to fry before, but now he fries out and pretends to be Bailian, wl!

xx: 10086. Can you still see He Mingyu's face after such a muddy live broadcast?

xxx: Tan Bailian died today?

xx: As expected, Kong Jing will always be late and will never be absent.

xxx: Row by row, did Sunspot pass away today?

Eat melon netizens, fans, Heizi and Keyboard Man pinched together on Weibo.

The entertainment reporters who were doing live broadcasts on the scene would naturally not be fooled by Tan Qing's words so easily, and the follow-up questions were immediately answered.

"Since you and He Dong are not a couple, why did He Dong send you to the set in the photos that broke out?"

"Yes, I would like to ask Mr. Tan, is Boss He here today to visit you?"

"In the past, a blogger in a certain high-end residential area mentioned on Weibo that you and Mr. He went in and out, and seemed to have lived together. Is this true?"

Tan Qing: "..."

More entertainment notes and scalpers rushed to hear the news, and the rest of the fans who were originally only on the periphery also came curiously.

More and more microphones were passed to Tan Qing's mouth.

And he was still leaning in the upward direction, as if he couldn't wait to slap Tan Qing directly.

Tan Qing could hear every question clearly, and didn't feel anything to panic.

It's just that the more and more crowded crowd kept pressing on him, and it seemed impossible to find another gap in the crowd that could slip away.

Tan Qing shrugged her nose, and had to take a step back when another microphone was extended.

Because Tan Qing and He Mingyu were blocked on the door just after they walked out of the film and television base.

After a step back, there are slate steps.

Tan Qing retreated anxiously, did not step on a steady step, immediately slanted the center, and fell back.

Ouch!

Tan Qing was startled, and hurriedly sneaked under her feet, trying to adjust her posture back within the range of human movement, so as not to cause a shameful scene in front of the live camera.

But before he could use any force, a strong arm dragged Tan Qing's waist from behind.

Take him up.

Tan Qing was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced to the side——

It is He Mingyu.

He Mingyu's face was dark and cold.

It's like back, when Tan Qing first met him in a hotel after coming to this world.

Indifference, alienation, high coldness.

Unfamiliar is written all over his face.

Hey……

Tan Qing scratched his head, seeing that the interview microphone in front of him was about to reach out to him again, subconsciously preparing to reach out and push away.

But the hand that just held him blocked the microphones first.

The hand is slender and strong, with distinct phalanx.

With a cold face, He Mingyu said to all reporters: "Sorry, we are not accepting any interviews, please get out of the way."