After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Zheng Qiushi left the clubhouse on the front foot, and immediately called Zheng Qiushuang on the back foot.

"...Sister, don't worry, everything will be resolved soon."

I don't know what to say on the other end, the man's brows and eyes stretched, "...It's too outlandish for us to say thanks between our siblings. Fanfan is also my nephew. Can I just watch him ruin?"

At the end of the call, before Zheng Qiushuang could put down his phone, Xia Qingfan suddenly stepped forward.

"Mom, what did my uncle say?"

The woman glared at him. She was in her 40s and had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but her voice was still sweet and soft: "I knew I would trouble your uncle! Don't do this again next time."

As soon as Xia Qingfan heard it, he knew that things were all right.

He immediately took out his mobile phone, logged into Weibo, ignored those abusive private messages, clicked on the hot search, and immediately revealed joy.

Those unfavorable entries, topics have been withdrawn, and even if one or two are still on the list, the popularity has disappeared, and the ranking has dropped to the bottom.

In the top ten of the hot search, only the years are quiet, and the blood and rain during the day are wiped clean.

"It's still great uncle!"

The woman sighed: "You, don't make trouble. How many messes has your uncle helped clean up over the years?"

Obviously, it is an admonition, but if you distinguish it carefully, you will find the hidden favor and connivance in it.

Sure enough, Xia Qingfan didn't listen to it at all, and replied casually, "Got it..."

Then put on your jacket and leave.

"Eh? Where are you going so late?"

"Go back to the training camp, everything is settled, the show will definitely continue to be recorded, if I don't go back, should I hand over the C position?"

The woman complained: "There is no shortage of food, clothing and money in the family, why do you think you are going to suffer that crime? Being a star is not only tiring, but also has no privacy. What should I do if I encounter this situation today? Fanfan, mother only I hope you are safe, healthy, and stand out, without any extravagance..."

"Okay!" Xia Qingfan interrupted a little unhappily, "There is no reason to give up halfway through what has already started. Unless I make a successful debut, I will not be reconciled."

After he finished speaking, he put on another shoe, closed the door and left.

Soon the sound of a car engine starting came from the yard.

The woman had no choice but to talk and sigh, but she was already thinking about asking her brother to give that C position to her son...

Shouldn't be difficult, right?

He is the headmaster!

...

But he said that Xia Qingfan drove all the way back to the villa where he lived for the training camp.

He kicked open the dormitory door, startling the other roommates, staring at him with wide eyes in astonishment.

However, Xia Qingfan didn't realize what was wrong with his behavior just now, and glanced around: "Where's Jiang Chenxing?"

No one answered.

His sharp eyes fell on Mo Yunan: "You, speak, don't let me repeat it a second time."

Mo Yunan, who was called, stammered: "He...he's not here...he was picked up by his family..."

"Oh, if I remember correctly, students are not allowed to leave without permission during training, right? Once found, they will be disqualified from the competition."

This is shameless.

Obviously he just came back.

Seeing that everyone didn't speak, Xia Qingfan sneered: "Don't think that Jiang Chenxing can walk sideways if he has a backing. I don't have a problem now? If you are smart and interesting, you should understand which side you are standing on."

After he finished speaking, he hummed again: "If you stand in the wrong place, it will be a sad day."

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, each with his own thoughts.

Only Mo Yunan, no one looked at it, lowered his eyebrows, and didn't know what he was thinking.

...

Han family.

The old man was so angry that he ate half a bowl less than usual.

The three Han Shen brothers also remained silent.

For a while, the atmosphere on the table condensed.

The younger brother Jiang, who had just been brought home, looked at it, smiled and filled Han Qishan with soup, and then added vegetables to the bowls of the three uncles—

"This soup is so fresh. Grandma Liu said it was stewed with mandarin fish. What about the mandarin fish in 'Peach Blossom Flowing Water Mandarin Fish Fat'..."

"And this pork ribs, sweet and sour, my sister and I both like it. Although the taste is different from what Dad made, it's all delicious!"

Only then did the Four Great Kings ease their expressions.

The old man lowered his head to drink the soup, then nodded: "Well, it's really fresh!"

Han Shen: "If you like to eat ribs, then eat more."

Han Ke: "Tomorrow, Mrs. Liu will do it for you."

Han Heng put down his chopsticks and said in a sullen voice, "I'm full, let's eat."

After speaking, get up and leave.

Zheng Qiushi's toughness and Blueberry Station's stubbornness hit him a lot.

During the period, Han Heng and his agent Bing Ge did not try to seize the control of public opinion from the other party, but they failed.

The bib went directly to Zheng Qiushi's side. Even if they spent a lot of money on marketing and hot searches, the other party would make a trick of taking money from the bottom of the pot, deleting posts, banning words and banning, and then everything could be easily settled.

"Grass - maddened!"

Yes, Zheng Qiushi's style of play has nothing to do with directly sewing the opponent's mouth on the debate field——

I won't let you talk, I'm anxious to kill you!

"Too bad."

"Is there no other way?"

"This Zheng Qiu has been operating in the circle and at the top for many years. The relationship network behind him is huge and complicated, and he himself is a humble person."

"The old man also has a relationship with the above? Why don't you make a phone call and try?"

Han Qishan immediately prepared to take the phone.

However, Han Shen shook his head to stop: "The responsibilities of those you know do not cover the entertainment industry."

It's no use hitting.

People don't care about this.

Han Ke: "After all, the seat is there, so you can't say a word, right?"

Han Shen: "Do you think you can use a kitchen knife to kill flies? It only works if you use a mosquito repellent swatter."

"The key is that I can't find a mosquito repellent right now! Why don't you ask Xie Dingyuan? He has a lot of connections, maybe he can..."

Han Shen's mouth twitched: "With Xie Dingyuan's character, do you think he will make friends with people in the entertainment industry?"

Forehead!

"Then what should we do now? Could it be that I just watched the Blueberry Terrace completely smooth things out and forcefully block the mouths of Youyou?"

Han Shen gritted his teeth: "As long as Netmail and Guangxi can make a sound, Blueberry Station would not dare to be so arrogant."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Heng raised his eyes suddenly: "Boss, what did you just say?"

"As long as the net letter and the light cockroach..."

"Stop! The bare buttocks are the right fly swatter. I think someone can make this swatter go down and kill the flies."

"Who?"

Han Heng pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone, and dialed it: "Yueyue, we Shen Xing have been bullied, do you care about this?"

...

Jiang Fuyue received a blood sample from a recovered patient from Continent F a week ago, and is working around the clock in the Ming University laboratory for research and analysis.

Every day, apart from the cafeteria, it is the laboratory, two o'clock and one line, and I haven't even returned to the dormitory.

When Han Heng called, she had just eaten and was about to walk around the test bench a few times to digest.

If it's a few minutes later, I'm afraid Jiang Fuyue won't be able to receive it.

When she entered the closed area, she never brought her cell phone, but kept it on the laboratory bench outside.

A "little uncle" lingered on his lips, and before he could say it, he heard that Jiang Chenxing was bullied?

what's the situation?

Bullied by whom?

How were you bullied?

Five minutes later, Jiang Fuyue, who had already understood everything that had passed by, said in a low voice, "Okay, I understand."

...

It's night, eight o'clock in the evening.

The moon hangs on the branches, and the cool breeze is refreshing.

A meeting room, Mr. Guangyu.

After killing two inferior online dramas one after another, and banning an unqualified Sanwu TV channel, Tang Youtian finally waved his hand and shouted "Close the meeting".

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been granted amnesty.

"Tang Bureau is too scary." The intern's hands holding the computer couldn't help shaking.

"It's good to get used to it, you call it 'Dad Tang' for nothing?"

"What is swift and resolute, now you know? Young man, learn."

The intern almost didn't cry: I can't, I don't deserve it!

Tang Youtian pressed his temple tiredly, and just as he was packing up and preparing to leave, the phone suddenly rang, and there was a string of unfamiliar numbers without a name on the screen.

He frowned, hesitated for a moment, and chose to answer, but his tone was cold enough to freeze people—

"Hey?"

It's not that he is unfriendly, but that there are too many ghosts and demons who want to go through the back door.

On the other end, the tone was the same, which was much more indifferent than his indifference: "It's me, Jiang Fuyue."

Tang Youtian was stunned for a moment, then smiled into his eyebrows, and his voice became gentle: "It's you... The interview is all ready, and I'm about to contact you, you just..."

"Sorry," Jiang Fuyue interrupted him directly, "I'm afraid I can't accept your interview."

Tang Youtian was shocked.