You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"..."

After he finished talking about Jiang Qiyu's strengths and weaknesses, not only the guests present fell silent, but also ellipses flew across the live broadcast room.

[Good boy... I can see that you don't want to turn back. 】

[The capitalists know how to play, so they like the ones with many shortcomings, right?I am short of money, a lot of money, please V me 50. 】

【Didn't you understand?He likes her like this, this guy is definitely here to turn around, it's not me who licked all the way from the living room to the toilet! 】

"..."

Jiang Qiyu naturally didn't know about the young master's inner drama, if she knew, she would definitely scoff at Qi Yu's persistent "freedom".

Because only after you have tried your best to pursue freedom will you find that almost nothing in this world is completely free.

Literature is not free, creation is not free, personality is not free, actors are not free, singers are not free, and any profession is not free.

Of course, everything is not so absolute,

At least idiots are free.

The rebellious Qi Yue is that idiot.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the third question again:

"The direction of my future love is to find someone who can't speak. After all, a dumb person is the best medical beauty for a man."

"..."

Then Qi Yu was silent.

In the end, the reverse ice-breaking link that made the scene more solidified came to an end.

The guests arrived at the dinner session at free time.

One of the female guests who paid attention to the "capitalist" approached Qi Yue first, and spoke to him with a sweet smile.

And Jiang Qiyu just glanced lazily at the two of them, then turned around and went into the kitchen.

Seeing a male guest cooking noodles by himself, he poked his head curiously.

Before she could speak, the male guest cheerfully opened his mouth to invite:

"I cooked too much, do you want to eat some together?"

Jiang Qiyu was really hungry after sitting on the plane all afternoon.

"How embarrassing is that?"

Saying so, she immediately turned her head and took a bowl and waited obediently aside, not forgetting to show a thankful smile to the male guest:

"Thank you, Brother Zhao Yang."

"Uh...you're welcome."

The empty bowl in his hand was taken away, and soon returned by the male guest with delicious noodles.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu was about to reach out to pick it up, but the next moment, the bowl in front of her was amputated by a slender hand.

"Hey (↗)"

"hot."

A man's voice came from above.

Qi Yu stood behind her, holding the bowl of hot noodles just out of the pot with one hand, and nodded slightly to the kind-hearted male guest with a helpless expression on his face, but what he said was incomprehensible:

"Forgive me."

But the male guest smiled and waved his hands, and filled the rest of the noodles to the dining table alone.

"?"

Jiang Qiyu was puzzled: "Excuse me for what?"

"..."

But Qi Yu just turned around and put the bowl on the kitchen bar, then took out a pair of chopsticks, washed them and put them aside.

After doing this, he raised his eyes to look at her lightly:

"What did you call him just now?"

"Brother Zhao Yang."

No way?Are you jealous?

But there was no sign of jealousy on Qi Yue's face, so he turned around and picked up the pan in the kitchen to pour oil.

While cracking the egg neatly with one hand, he said calmly:

"His name is Zhang Yang."

"..."

[Hahahahahahahahaha haha, haha, when you meet the nobles, it is really beautiful, and he understands the mentality of President Qi. 】

[Zhang Yang lost his real name in pain, debuted for five years, and returned as an amateur. 】

【These sisters are so stupid and bubbling, Zhang Yang is also a good temper hahahaha...】

In the end, Jiang Qiyu, who was ashamed, ate two fried eggs that were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, but when she wanted the third one, Qi Yu shook her head and refused.

"This pan is not heated evenly, if you want to eat it, I will come back later—"

"Hey (↗)"

Holding an empty bowl, she raised her voice, "I'm full, thank you, Zhao Yu."

She was called by the wrong name on purpose, and the man didn't correct her, so he simply admitted:

"Well, you're welcome, Zhao Qiyu."

-

That night, because Jiang Qiyu and Qi Yu were temporary airborne guests, the program team did not arrange accommodation for the two in advance.

So the two of them could only be temporarily arranged in a hotel near the live broadcast venue.

Of course, not one.

But opposite door.

"..."

Jiang Qiyu is a character who doesn't like to keep things in her heart.

She didn't know what Qi Yue meant, and she couldn't figure it out with her own brain, so she just knocked on his door openly.

After waiting at the door for a long time, so long that she thought the boy had fallen asleep, the closed door opposite was opened from the inside.

The man seemed to have just taken a shower, except that his hair was still dripping, even his clothes seemed to have been put on in a hurry, the collar was soaked in water and slightly wrinkled.

Seeing the person at the door, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, but he still opened the door further:

"I was taking a shower just now, what do you want me to do?"

"..."

Seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Qiyu quietly swallowed her saliva in a hopeless manner, her eyes wandered involuntarily under his neck, and she subconsciously blurted out an incoherent sentence:

"Why are you taking a bath and still wearing clothes?"

"..."

Qi Yue's hands that were covering the door were instantly bruised, and the images in his mind were flooding, but he still had an upright look on his face.

The drooping eyes glanced at her lightly, then turned and entered the room:

"Come in and talk about something."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu also knew that she had said something wrong, but she was thick-skinned, she passed by in a flash, and followed the man into the room defenselessly.

As soon as he entered, he saw the man enter the bathroom again without hesitation in front of his face, and naturally picked up the hair dryer to dry his hair.

The strong wind from the hair dryer continued to hit his black hair that was still dripping water.

The man with a stern face squinted his eyes slightly, and his slender white fingers slowly inserted into the black hair and fiddled gently.

Looking further down, you can see the tough Adam's apple, the delicately protruding collarbone, and the well-defined abdominal muscles hidden in the clothes...

At this moment, a sentence popped out of Jiang Qiyu's mind:

"If you do this again, I will really want you."