I came from an alien planet: Using my immortal body to commit suicide crazily

The press conference venue of Liuli City was packed with stars. Even if a star played a small supporting role in "The Order of the Gods and Demons", he would be a well-known idol with millions of fans.

The exquisite faces and gorgeous costumes sparkle under the bright and dazzling stage lights.

Amid the cheers of fans and the cameras of reporters, all the artists maintained the most perfect expression management.

Below the stage, Yun Wang, who was sitting on the sofa in the front row, half-stooped with his hands covering his ears.

"What's wrong?" Qian Yiming asked in a low voice.

Yun Wang pursed his lips and waved gently.

Qian Yiming moved closer curiously and listened attentively.

"It's noisy."

A cool air flow swept across Qian Yiming's ears, making him feel itchy. His face turned red immediately and he stared at the lips that were so close to him.

The color is light and moist.

I really want to lick it.

Qian Yiming shuddered, folded his arms and pressed them in front of his abdomen, and began to stutter.

"Where, where is the noise, fans, fans..."

Qian Yiming covered his face with one hand, cursing himself in his heart, what the hell, why is it always like this...

“It’s not the fans, it’s the instrument.”

Hearing this, Qian Yiming followed Yun Wang's gaze and saw that the old man on Yun Wang's right seemed to be pressing something.

This controller...

Qian Yiming, who had experienced many battles, recognized it at a glance, his pupils trembling: "Change to t..."

Yun Wang quickly covered Qian Yiming's mouth, and his rapid breathing made his palms hot.

He followed the host's voice and whispered, "And the one on your left, the left of the left, the left of the left, Zhu Ziye."

The shameful secrets on the stage made his head buzz. Although the sound was not loud, it made him very irritated.

It was like a group of electric flies surrounding my ears, sometimes big, sometimes small, and couldn't be shaken off.

No wonder He Wenxin asked him to protect her. Except for Shen Qiu, all other artists were being played around with.

But Shen Qiu's safety was only temporary, because Jinyu Media had closed down and no longer had any official backing.

Yun Wang realized that Qian Yiming's heart was about to explode, so he dropped his arms and continued to lie down with his back bent.

He forced himself to suppress his aroused desire and divert his thoughts to other things.

He Wenxin expanded his ancestral home in Chuancheng, gathered the traitors with special abilities who were hated by everyone, spent a lot of money on training them, and fully committed them after graduation.

Yun Wang admired this very much. She was quick to react, decisive in her actions, dared to employ people, and knew how to manage people.

Yun Xi said that several artists changed their careers directly and went to the ancestral home to sort things out first, determined to follow He Wenxin.

Yun Wang looked at Shen Qiu who was embarrassed on the stage. He could no longer maintain his professionalism and his face turned gloomy. After all, he was among these people and could hear more clearly.

Today should be the last time I stand on the stage as an artist.

At this time, the entertainment reporters began to whisper.

"What does Shen Qiu's expression mean? Is he playing big shot?"

"I guess without an employer to protect me, I'm wondering how I'm going to live in the future..."

"How? Of course, we'll go to Miss Bi's room."

Yun Wang fell into deep thought. He recalled the high-end restaurant he entered when he and Qian Yiming went to Sikong City, and the expensive but indescribable meal.

But in the end, Bijiahe waived the bill and also gave away a lot of desserts, just for the cooperation.

"How did the talk with the Bi family go?" Yun Wang had almost calmed down and stood up.

Before leaving, Bijiahe gave Qian Yiming a business card, wanting to open a restaurant in the Science and Technology Museum.

"It's not delicious, not worth the price, and it damages the reputation of the Science and Technology Museum." Qian Yiming used sharp words.

Yun Wang understood that the deal had not been reached.

Seeing that most of the artists had gone down and only the director was left, he stood up and went backstage.

There are also many wealthy families standing up together, with the same destination.

"Mr. Qian, I have long heard of your name. My last name is Hou."

The old man sitting next to Yun Wang walked straight over and pushed Yun Wang, who was wearing a mask, aside.

Qian Yiming suddenly felt displeased. He slowly closed the distance between them and turned his head to speak coldly into Housong's ear.

"Have some shame, old man."

Hou Song was shocked and took a few steps back in disbelief.

He had long heard about the Qian family's young master's rude and bad temper, which was all caused by Qian Yong.

But I didn't expect that his mouth was so vicious and embarrassed me in front of me.

Hou Song's face became more gloomy, and he was no longer polite: "If you rely on the Zhou family's talents to be so arrogant, be careful that you will fall hard if you climb high."

Qian Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly: "A person with special abilities?"

Housong straightened his back, showing his noble posture.

Qian Yiming laughed: "What a coincidence." He then lowered his voice and said: "Countless people with special abilities have died at my hands. Which one do you want to be?"

Hou Song's face turned pale: "You... don't be so arrogant..."

Qian Yiming glanced at him as if he were dead meat, then pulled Yun Wang away.

......

Private powder room.

Shen Qiu quickly changed into his next set of clothes and tried hard to adjust himself.

He decided that today would be his last job as an artist, and he had to persevere no matter what, finish it gracefully, and then go to Sichuan.

boom!

The door was pushed open heavily. Yan Fei was sweating profusely, his body was half limp, and his eyes were blurred.

He stumbled towards Shen Qiu, his feet tilted and he fell to the ground, the impact of which made him cry out.

Yan Fei tensed his body and stopped moving. He raised his hand with difficulty and grabbed the corner of Shen Qiu's clothes.

“Take it out…”

Two lines of clear tears slid down Yan Fei's cheeks. The vibration was still buzzing, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Help me... help me get it out... I can't use any strength..."

He had lost count of how many times this had happened. His pants were already soaked, but luckily they were dark so he didn't make a fool of himself in public.

Shen Qiu frowned. Even though he was unwilling, he still lent a helping hand to someone he had once worked with who had fallen into such a state.

As the pants slid down, the crotch popped out, which was unbearable to look at.

Shen Qiu turned his face to the side and reached behind Yan Fei according to his flashing memory. Suddenly, his arms tightened and he fell into his hot embrace.

The man who was weak just now suddenly got the strength from somewhere, turned over and pressed Shen Qiu down heavily.

"Don't blame me, I was forced by Zhu Ziye..."

Yan Fei's voice was still filled with tears as he hugged Shen Qiu tightly.

Caught between shame and death, all senses become extremely sharp.

He gasped heavily, and slowly hugged me tighter and tighter...

Click, click.

Flashes of light went off one after another, as if in deliberate provocation, and the sound of camera shots was not even turned off.

Shen Qiu had long been accustomed to this kind of light and glared at Zhu Ziye who was taking the photo.

He pushed the unconscious Yan Fei off his body and decisively took off his dirty clothes.

Zhu Ziye shook his phone: "Follow me, the photos won't be spread out."

Shen Qiu clenched his fists, digging his nails deep into his palms: "You framed me!"

Zhu Ziye sneered: "Don't talk nonsense, it was obviously you who did it, why are you putting it on me?"

He made up a news headline on his own: "Shen Qiu and Yan Fei fell in love during the filming, and they were having an affair in private. Yan Fei, do you think so?"

Yan Fei choked and uttered "hmm".

Zhu Ziye's smile became brighter and brighter. At this moment, a cell phone video recording from beginning to end moved in front of his eyes.

"Give me the phone and this video won't be leaked."

Yun Wang smiled and said, "The sons of the wealthy families are bullying the common people by taking advantage of their power. Who do you think the people will believe?"

Zhu Ziye reached out to snatch it with a dark face, but Yun Wang grabbed his wrist, roughly pulled out his phone and crushed it.

"Who are you?" Although Zhu Ziye was displeased, he knew that anyone who dared to confront him head-on must be someone powerful, so he did not break up with him for the time being.

Yun Wang pulled Qian Yiming, who was standing outside with a red face, into the house and talked about nothing else.

"I have the evidence against you. Be obedient and I will delete it."

Zhu Ziye's face turned cold. He stared deeply into those not-so-beautiful eyes, and his pupils wrinkled.

not dead.