Chapter 33
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"Brother Linghan... Don't go"
Ji Xiaoyue bared her teeth and looked at her held hand. She was almost crushed by this burning, confused woman. She couldn't help but roast, "come to my house and eat my food and drink my food. My bed was given to you to sleep. Unexpectedly, she was still thinking about other men. What a heartless little thing."
The mobile phone on the side carpet didn't ring again. Ling Han was always high above. Ji Xiaoyue felt that it was the sun coming out of the West that he could call himself three times in a row.
Ji Xiaoyue's home was shrouded in gloom, while in the hotel apartment of a famous Lanjiang City, a tall man had just returned from today's concert, and his face could not hide his fatigue.
For so many years, he worked alone abroad, and finally had the capital to leave the family. He wanted to come back and be with her recklessly, but it backfired. He came back, and she was no longer in place.
Zhao Dali, the agent, and his assistant moved the gifts sent backstage by the fans at the concert to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was packaged prominently, enough to carry a huge black box close to the height of a person, which could only be carried in by two assistants together.
Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp, and he saw the logo on the black box, "Yo, this is a musical instrument sent by some rich little fan. This brand is purely handmade, which is not cheap. It produces so many musical instruments a year."
The female assistant smiled and shook her head aside. "These fans can't wait for their family to give them to you when they are nice to you, but it's hard for ordinary people to imagine being cruel."
Knowing what she said, Zhao Dali laughed dryly and didn't answer. He turned around and opened the black packing box.
The beautifully crafted guitar is particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classicism and elegance.
"Time, come and have a look. This guitar is really good."
Su Nianhua is also a person who cherishes musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. He left in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he looked back, he had sold it. Now he actually appears here, and I don't know who made the effort.
His boredom seemed to subside. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the smooth guitar strings.
"Brother Li, check which fan sent it and give the money to others."
After all, it's tens of thousands of things, and fans can't pay for it.
Zhao Dali is not surprised. "You say that you, people are happy to receive gifts from fans. Just your affectation, the things you get are a little expensive, and you have to give money to people. You forgot the last time that the local tyrant female fans gave you a sports car in the United States? You asked me to return it to people, and people directly burned the car, saying that you don't like it, it has no value. Isn't this a monstrous thing?"
Su Nianhua looked sluggish and did not refute.
Some fans are indeed too young, so it is inevitable that they are easily infatuated with a person and can't extricate themselves, and make some irrational behaviors. It is his fans who are tolerant most of the time.
The female assistant sighed,
"Burning a car is nothing. I think the fans are terrific now. The woman who was hugged by brother Hua at the last concert was almost killed by the fans today..."
Zhao Dali winked at the female assistant hard, but what she said had already been exported and fell into Su Nianhua's ears word for word.
He suddenly stood up straight, glanced at the female assistant and agent, "what did you say?"
The female assistant glanced at Zhao Dali, who was trying hard to wink, and she didn't know why.
"What happened to ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice cooled down.
"...." Zhao Dali frowned and avoided Su Nianhua's eyes. "It's getting late. You should rest early and keep a certain distance from your fans..."
Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened, and Su Nianhua grabbed the collar of his shirt, almost touching the ground on his toes. The look of anger in his eyes was very terrifying. In addition, his eyes, which had been burning all night in concert for days, were no different from the evil spirits of hell,
"You know everything?" He roared.
"Brother Hua..." the female assistant screamed, "this has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with brother Li, really."
Zhao Dali was choked out of breath and said intermittently, "it's the spontaneous human flesh of fans... I found out her workplace and that she was a little ambiguous with her boss."
But they were a high school in those days, and ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua in those days. The vague news was released by Zhao Dali, which he dared not say.
Su Nianhua loosened his hand and put Zhao Dali down.
"Cough... Cough..." Zhao Dali covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill just in front of him.
"It's all the fans themselves, brother Hua..." the female assistant seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she touched Su Nianhua's evil eyes, she immediately closed her mouth and choked in her throat no matter how much she said.
Su Nianhua caught a glimpse of the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the anger came from. He grabbed the guitar and fell hard towards the tea table. "Clattering" sound, accompanied by the sound of guitar strings breaking, people in the room frowned hard.
Both the glass tea table and the guitar were defeated. There was a broken guitar between the broken glass and the broken glass on the ground.
The master's handwriting was ruined.
Zhao Dali's Distressed corners of his mouth were twitching, and he couldn't help but say, "for a woman, you..."
Su Nianhua glanced over, and everywhere the cold light went, it was quiet.
Zhao Dali opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say anything more.
"Tomorrow's trip is cancelled." He dropped such a sentence before entering the bedroom.
The female assistant had never seen such a dictatorial Su Nianhua. She was stunned for a long time and asked, "brother Hua, do you have any temporary arrangements?"
"Go to find ye Huanyan."
This gloomy voice came from the bedroom, full of guilt and anxiety.
The female assistant glanced at the agent next to her,
"What is the sanctity of Ye Huanyan? He was saved by brother Hua at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it look like brother Hua and he have known each other for a long time?"
Zhao Dali glared at her,
"Take care of your mouth. You'd better not see or hear anything today."
The assistant was stunned for a moment and hesitated,
"Well... What about this? There will be a concert tomorrow evening."
Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, and then his eyes turned flexibly,
"Don't worry, I have a way."
Such a thing can't be handled well, and he is not the gold medal agent who can support such an Asian superstar Su Nianhua.
After the cleaning aunt of the hotel came to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door, "brother Hua... Open the door, I have something to tell you."
“……”
There was no movement inside, as if he had fallen asleep.
Zhao Dali frowned and said, "Lu Shen, if you want ye Huanyan to retreat from the attack of your crazy fans, you'd better open the door for me."
Lu Shen, the original name of Su Nianhua.
Ten years ago, Lu Shen belonged to ye Huanyan.
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"Brother Linghan... Don't go"
Ji Xiaoyue bared her teeth and looked at her held hand. She was almost crushed by this burning, confused woman. She couldn't help but roast, "come to my house and eat my food and drink my food. My bed was given to you to sleep. Unexpectedly, she was still thinking about other men. What a heartless little thing."
The mobile phone on the side carpet didn't ring again. Ling Han was always high above. Ji Xiaoyue felt that it was the sun coming out of the West that he could call himself three times in a row.
Ji Xiaoyue's home was shrouded in gloom, while in the hotel apartment of a famous Lanjiang City, a tall man had just returned from today's concert, and his face could not hide his fatigue.
For so many years, he worked alone abroad, and finally had the capital to leave the family. He wanted to come back and be with her recklessly, but it backfired. He came back, and she was no longer in place.
Zhao Dali, the agent, and his assistant moved the gifts sent backstage by the fans at the concert to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was packaged prominently, enough to carry a huge black box close to the height of a person, which could only be carried in by two assistants together.
Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp, and he saw the logo on the black box, "Yo, this is a musical instrument sent by some rich little fan. This brand is purely handmade, which is not cheap. It produces so many musical instruments a year."
The female assistant smiled and shook her head aside. "These fans can't wait for their family to give them to you when they are nice to you, but it's hard for ordinary people to imagine being cruel."
Knowing what she said, Zhao Dali laughed dryly and didn't answer. He turned around and opened the black packing box.
The beautifully crafted guitar is particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classicism and elegance.
"Time, come and have a look. This guitar is really good."
Su Nianhua is also a person who cherishes musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. He left in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he looked back, he had sold it. Now he actually appears here, and I don't know who made the effort.
His boredom seemed to subside. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the smooth guitar strings.
"Brother Li, check which fan sent it and give the money to others."
After all, it's tens of thousands of things, and fans can't pay for it.
Zhao Dali is not surprised. "You say that you, people are happy to receive gifts from fans. Just your affectation, the things you get are a little expensive, and you have to give money to people. You forgot the last time that the local tyrant female fans gave you a sports car in the United States? You asked me to return it to people, and people directly burned the car, saying that you don't like it, it has no value. Isn't this a monstrous thing?"
Su Nianhua looked sluggish and did not refute.
Some fans are indeed too young, so it is inevitable that they are easily infatuated with a person and can't extricate themselves, and make some irrational behaviors. It is his fans who are tolerant most of the time.
The female assistant sighed,
"Burning a car is nothing. I think the fans are terrific now. The woman who was hugged by brother Hua at the last concert was almost killed by the fans today..."
Zhao Dali winked at the female assistant hard, but what she said had already been exported and fell into Su Nianhua's ears word for word.
He suddenly stood up straight, glanced at the female assistant and agent, "what did you say?"
The female assistant glanced at Zhao Dali, who was trying hard to wink, and she didn't know why.
"What happened to ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice cooled down.
"...." Zhao Dali frowned and avoided Su Nianhua's eyes. "It's getting late. You should rest early and keep a certain distance from your fans..."
Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened, and Su Nianhua grabbed the collar of his shirt, almost touching the ground on his toes. The look of anger in his eyes was very terrifying. In addition, his eyes, which had been burning all night in concert for days, were no different from the evil spirits of hell,
"You know everything?" He roared.
"Brother Hua..." the female assistant screamed, "this has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with brother Li, really."
Zhao Dali was choked out of breath and said intermittently, "it's the spontaneous human flesh of fans... I found out her workplace and that she was a little ambiguous with her boss."
But they were a high school in those days, and ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua in those days. The vague news was released by Zhao Dali, which he dared not say.
Su Nianhua loosened his hand and put Zhao Dali down.
"Cough... Cough..." Zhao Dali covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill just in front of him.
"It's all the fans themselves, brother Hua..." the female assistant seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she touched Su Nianhua's evil eyes, she immediately closed her mouth and choked in her throat no matter how much she said.
Su Nianhua caught a glimpse of the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the anger came from. He grabbed the guitar and fell hard towards the tea table. "Clattering" sound, accompanied by the sound of guitar strings breaking, people in the room frowned hard.
Both the glass tea table and the guitar were defeated. There was a broken guitar between the broken glass and the broken glass on the ground.
The master's handwriting was ruined.
Zhao Dali's Distressed corners of his mouth were twitching, and he couldn't help but say, "for a woman, you..."
Su Nianhua glanced over, and everywhere the cold light went, it was quiet.
Zhao Dali opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say anything more.
"Tomorrow's trip is cancelled." He dropped such a sentence before entering the bedroom.
The female assistant had never seen such a dictatorial Su Nianhua. She was stunned for a long time and asked, "brother Hua, do you have any temporary arrangements?"
"Go to find ye Huanyan."
This gloomy voice came from the bedroom, full of guilt and anxiety.
The female assistant glanced at the agent next to her,
"What is the sanctity of Ye Huanyan? He was saved by brother Hua at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it look like brother Hua and he have known each other for a long time?"
Zhao Dali glared at her,
"Take care of your mouth. You'd better not see or hear anything today."
The assistant was stunned for a moment and hesitated,
"Well... What about this? There will be a concert tomorrow evening."
Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, and then his eyes turned flexibly,
"Don't worry, I have a way."
Such a thing can't be handled well, and he is not the gold medal agent who can support such an Asian superstar Su Nianhua.
After the cleaning aunt of the hotel came to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door, "brother Hua... Open the door, I have something to tell you."
“……”
There was no movement inside, as if he had fallen asleep.
Zhao Dali frowned and said, "Lu Shen, if you want ye Huanyan to retreat from the attack of your crazy fans, you'd better open the door for me."
Lu Shen, the original name of Su Nianhua.
Ten years ago, Lu Shen belonged to ye Huanyan.
"Brother Linghan... Don't go"Ji Xiaoyue bared her teeth and looked at her held hand. She was almost crushed by this burning, confused woman. She couldn't help but roast, "come to my house and eat my food and drink my food. My bed was given to you to sleep. Unexpectedly, she was still thinking about other men. What a heartless little thing."The mobile phone on the side carpet didn't ring again. Ling Han was always high above. Ji Xiaoyue felt that it was the sun coming out of the West that he could call himself three times in a row.Ji Xiaoyue's home was shrouded in gloom, while in the hotel apartment of a famous Lanjiang City, a tall man had just returned from today's concert, and his face could not hide his fatigue.For so many years, he worked alone abroad, and finally had the capital to leave the family. He wanted to come back and be with her recklessly, but it backfired. He came back, and she was no longer in place.Zhao Dali, the agent, and his assistant moved the gifts sent backstage by the fans at the concert to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was packaged prominently, enough to carry a huge black box close to the height of a person, which could only be carried in by two assistants together.Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp, and he saw the logo on the black box, "Yo, this is a musical instrument sent by some rich little fan. This brand is purely handmade, which is not cheap. It produces so many musical instruments a year."The female assistant smiled and shook her head aside. "These fans can't wait for their family to give them to you when they are nice to you, but it's hard for ordinary people to imagine being cruel."Knowing what she said, Zhao Dali laughed dryly and didn't answer. He turned around and opened the black packing box.The beautifully crafted guitar is particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classicism and elegance."Time, come and have a look. This guitar is really good."Su Nianhua is also a person who cherishes musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. He left in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he looked back, he had sold it. Now he actually appears here, and I don't know who made the effort.His boredom seemed to subside. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the smooth guitar strings."Brother Li, check which fan sent it and give the money to others."After all, it's tens of thousands of things, and fans can't pay for it.Zhao Dali is not surprised. "You say that you, people are happy to receive gifts from fans. Just your affectation, the things you get are a little expensive, and you have to give money to people. You forgot the last time that the local tyrant female fans gave you a sports car in the United States? You asked me to return it to people, and people directly burned the car, saying that you don't like it, it has no value. Isn't this a monstrous thing?"Su Nianhua looked sluggish and did not refute.Some fans are indeed too young, so it is inevitable that they are easily infatuated with a person and can't extricate themselves, and make some irrational behaviors. It is his fans who are tolerant most of the time.The female assistant sighed,"Burning a car is nothing. I think the fans are terrific now. The woman who was hugged by brother Hua at the last concert was almost killed by the fans today..."Zhao Dali winked at the female assistant hard, but what she said had already been exported and fell into Su Nianhua's ears word for word.He suddenly stood up straight, glanced at the female assistant and agent, "what did you say?"The female assistant glanced at Zhao Dali, who was trying hard to wink, and she didn't know why."What happened to ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice cooled down."...." Zhao Dali frowned and avoided Su Nianhua's eyes. "It's getting late. You should rest early and keep a certain distance from your fans..."Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened, and Su Nianhua grabbed the collar of his shirt, almost touching the ground on his toes. The look of anger in his eyes was very terrifying. In addition, his eyes, which had been burning all night in concert for days, were no different from the evil spirits of hell,"You know everything?" He roared."Brother Hua..." the female assistant screamed, "this has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with brother Li, really."Zhao Dali was choked out of breath and said intermittently, "it's the spontaneous human flesh of fans... I found out her workplace and that she was a little ambiguous with her boss."But they were a high school in those days, and ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua in those days. The vague news was released by Zhao Dali, which he dared not say.Su Nianhua loosened his hand and put Zhao Dali down."Cough... Cough..." Zhao Dali covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill just in front of him."It's all the fans themselves, brother Hua..." the female assistant seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she touched Su Nianhua's evil eyes, she immediately closed her mouth and choked in her throat no matter how much she said.Su Nianhua caught a glimpse of the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the anger came from. He grabbed the guitar and fell hard towards the tea table. "Clattering" sound, accompanied by the sound of guitar strings breaking, people in the room frowned hard.Both the glass tea table and the guitar were defeated. There was a broken guitar between the broken glass and the broken glass on the ground.The master's handwriting was ruined.Zhao Dali's Distressed corners of his mouth were twitching, and he couldn't help but say, "for a woman, you..."Su Nianhua glanced over, and everywhere the cold light went, it was quiet.Zhao Dali opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say anything more."Tomorrow's trip is cancelled." He dropped such a sentence before entering the bedroom.The female assistant had never seen such a dictatorial Su Nianhua. She was stunned for a long time and asked, "brother Hua, do you have any temporary arrangements?""Go to find ye Huanyan."This gloomy voice came from the bedroom, full of guilt and anxiety.The female assistant glanced at the agent next to her,"What is the sanctity of Ye Huanyan? He was saved by brother Hua at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it look like brother Hua and he have known each other for a long time?"Zhao Dali glared at her,"Take care of your mouth. You'd better not see or hear anything today."The assistant was stunned for a moment and hesitated,"Well... What about this? There will be a concert tomorrow evening."Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, and then his eyes turned flexibly,"Don't worry, I have a way."Such a thing can't be handled well, and he is not the gold medal agent who can support such an Asian superstar Su Nianhua.After the cleaning aunt of the hotel came to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door, "brother Hua... Open the door, I have something to tell you."There was no movement inside, as if he had fallen asleep.Zhao Dali frowned and said, "Lu Shen, if you want ye Huanyan to retreat from the attack of your crazy fans, you'd better open the door for me."Lu Shen, the original name of Su Nianhua.Ten years ago, Lu Shen belonged to ye Huanyan.
