Every death pose is different!

lingering in the ear.

He heard the voices of many people outside, including firefighters and spectators.

The fire officers and soldiers were busy holding equipment and bravely moving forward to maintain order, and they were still shouting anxiously through the loudspeaker.

The spectators watched the farce without any business, and he even heard the sound of a child crying from the crowd.

Lively scene The crowded crowd pointed at the burning house on the high-rise building as if they were watching a joke.

"I heard that this happened because I just came back from vacation, and I didn't pay attention to the burning things in the kitchen, so I fell asleep!"

"Damn it, I slept too much and didn't know that I was so dead..."

"I heard that he is still the big boss?! He must be very rich!"

"You deserve it, rich man, this is God's retribution!"

"Hey, this young man, why are people gone? You don't pay attention to safety! I want to go back and remind my boy!"

"So don't care too much about money, gold worshiper, he works so hard, he must have had an accident!"

.....

Some people who hated the rich proudly publicized their opinions, and there were also truly rational people who learned lessons from the fire and strictly disciplined themselves.but

No one is truly sorry for the victims.

Song Shaoyan didn't know why he heard the voices outside, he didn't even know why he was so calm at this moment,

As if death did not happen to him.

But his soul is so painful, the fire that hurts into the bone marrow is like a snake, crawling around inside Song Shaoyan's body.

The intense coldness and heat alternated, just like what Song Shaoyan felt at this time.

Why did he die?Why did Lu Jiyan kill himself?The situation at that time, as long as they sent themselves to the hospital, they would definitely suffer

to the rescue.

But they did not do this, but chose to destroy the corpses!

……

Various questions appeared in Song Shaoyan's mind, he seemed to think a lot but didn't seem to think about anything.

For a moment, he felt that he should seek revenge from Lu Jiyan and Zhong Sheng, but the pain in his soul made him inexplicably afraid to see

they.

Evil spirits are afraid of evil people!

Song Shaoyan suddenly remembered the malice in Lu Jiyan's eyes.

The night breeds many crimes, and the timid soul does not feel burned in the fire.

He didn't know that he would experience this kind of pain many times, until he was reborn from the ashes, as cold as ice for a thousand years, insoluble

solution.

In the distance, You Chi ran over in fear and worry, without a trace of reason.

"Shaoyan, where is Song Shaoyan?!"

A fireman and soldier with black sewage flowing all over his face pointed to the body with only a few bones left on the ground.

Song Shaoyan sat next to the remains, watched his friend cry out in despair...

This feeling is really wonderful!

Those who have died are careless and feel nothing, while those who are alive cry in despair.

But gradually he also felt a little sad.

Time flew by, and after the parents from his hometown came, Song Shaoyan's funeral was held as scheduled. Song Shaoyan sat next to his memorial tablet, watching You Chi and his parents receive his few friends.

Among the company's employees, only Fang Qiaoyi came to take a look at him, but a stranger wearing sunglasses came to pay his respects to him.

When Lu Jiyan pretended to pay homage with the bell, Song Shaoyan knew that his company had been bought by the Lu family.

Strong unwillingness to see only these two people, the darkness in Song Shaoyan's heart was finally untied.

He smiled maliciously and blew into the ears of the two of them.

He really wants to know what Lu Jiyan's expression is now, and what is the reason why he hates himself so much.

.......

After the first seven days, Song Shaoyan's soul became so solid that he could occasionally leave his graveyard and follow his enemies around.

Song Shaoyan felt that if the days were longer, he would inevitably not stage a ghost revenge story.

In front of him was an antique old house. Song Shaoyan followed Lu Jiyan to this family, and he could guess that this was the ancestor of the Lu family.

House.

There are two lions at the door of the old house. Song Shaoyan vaguely feels a little familiarity, but he doesn't know where this familiarity comes from.

Lu Jiyan had already walked into the gate with two legs, Song Shaoyan hurried forward, but was suddenly stumped by the two lions at the gate of the old house.

The two lions suddenly came alive, and they circled around Song Shaoyan's soul arrogantly, roaring violently.

Song Shaoyan was so yelled that he had a headache and took a step back, but saw that the two stone lions at the door hadn't moved at all.

Like not moving at all.

Song Shaoyan stepped back and watched Lu Jiyan walk in, wishing he could tear the two lions at the door apart.

These two lions blocked Song Shaoyan, Song Shaoyan couldn't get in, and hatred immediately filled his heart.

A trace of black resentment lingered around Song Shaoyan, he only felt a fire flash in his eyes, and the next second, he stepped forward again.

This time, the two lions did not stop Song Shaoyan. A bronze mirror hanging above the gate shone a golden light.

The child was irradiated and passed out.

Therefore, he did not hear the conversation of the two lions at the door.

"Huh? Is this the blood of the Lu family?"

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"Do you want to go back?" In Song Shaoyan's mind, an illusory figure with flowing long hair fell in front of him.

He stretched out his hand, but like a star, he couldn't touch him at all.

Song Shaoyan stared at him blankly, feeling very kind in his heart.

"Go back? Go back where?"

"Back to the day you died!"

Song Shaoyan felt that he really wanted to go to another inexplicable place and met an inexplicable person.

"I'm already dead, how can I go back?" Song Shaoyan said amusedly, turning his back, Song Shaoyan looked at his face curiously.

He couldn't see his face, but only saw a ray of light surrounding him, making him look like a monster without a face.

He is like a program, although it looks very unscientific, but obviously he did not hear Song Shaoyan's question, just repeated

asked him questions.

"Are you going back?"

"Go back? Where to go?" Song Shaoyan asked again, and sure enough, the figure asked again.

"Back to the day you died!"

"I'm already dead, how can I go back?"

Sure enough, Song Shaoyan's prediction was correct, did the figure speak from his back?After a few seconds, he asked again.

"Are you going back?"

.......

Song Shaoyan played with the back figure several times, and every time Song Shaoyan answered "How do I go back?", he didn't say anything.

That's it.

In the end Song Shaoyan stopped asking boringly and looked around.

Looking out from the paper window, this is a very beautiful manor, which looks like a large manor in ancient China in the seventeenth century.

But Song Shaoyan's activities were only limited to this study, playing a questioning game with this figure from behind.

Song Shaoyan stood up, even if the victim had died, he didn't want to harm anyone, his soul still retained the innocence before death, only

There is a trace of hate in the body.

He looked around the study room, except for a desk with no visible wood and bookshelves full of books, there seemed to be nothing in this room

thing.

The bookshelf is full of ancient books at first glance. Song Shaoyan stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but found that this bookshelf is just like the back figure.

It's an illusion, you can't touch it at all.

Song Shaoyan withdrew his hand boredly, and looked at the back with a confused expression.

"Why am I trapped here? I haven't had my revenge yet?"

He murmured, it seems that he should take revenge.

In his memory, he should follow Lu Jiyan at this moment, waiting for an opportunity to take revenge.

But why is he here?

He came to the desk and found that even the desk was illusory and untouchable.

There were a few blank sheets of paper on the desk, Song Shaoyan stretched out his hand obsessively, he thought it was illusory, but found that he actually touched the blank sheets of paper.

Paper.

There were no words on the white paper, but when Song Shaoyan held it in his hands in shock, a few lines of ancient characters appeared on it.

"The universe is split, and those who... are divided into three. One enters the secular world and becomes all living beings. The second is the immortal body, which conforms to the will of heaven.

God help. ...the family, those who are predestined are like the world of Qiankun..."

Song Shaoyan read this line in confusion, but found that he didn't know what it meant.

It seems to be saying that people with a certain surname are divided into three kinds of life forms, each of which will live out its destined life, and those who are blood relatives have a strong sense of unwillingness

At this time, one out of ten predestined people will come into contact with the Qiankun Realm and get their own chance.

Song Shaoyan wanted to read it again, but the fonts gradually disappeared. He was taken aback, but found that not only the fonts on the white paper, but even the writing in this study room

is disappearing.

Only the illusory long-haired back figure remained in front of Song Shaoyan and kept asking.

"Are you going back?"

....

Song Shaoyan suddenly understood,

This is his chance!

The author has something to say: "When you think this is a scientific rebirth article, you will find that it is a ghost article, and when you think that the revenge of ghosts and monsters is about to start, you will find that this is an immortal article. Just when you thought that Xiuxian Wen was coming soon, the author told you that this is a scientific rebirth article! "

The next chapter is reborn!

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small theater:

Song Shaoyan rolled his eyes: "What kind of novel is this?!"

Author: "A science fiction about rebirth, cultivating immortals, science, ghosts, etc.!"

☆, second life!

At eight o'clock in the morning, secretary Fang Qiaoyi came upstairs from the planning department downstairs with a document.

"Secretary Fang, is this our game Jianghu 1's spokesperson selection plan? I have heard rumors from Jianghu that we will definitely choose those big-name stars to endorse after Jianghu 1 explodes!"

Qu Taozhi at the front desk of the administrative office stood up familiarly and said to Fang Qiaoyi who was wearing a neat white suit.

Fang Qiaoyi smiled subtly, with a shy expression, looking like a literary youth who had just entered the society.

The company has not concealed the planning of selecting celebrity endorsements, so everyone knows that it is planning now.

The last time the company planned the "Report on the Guidelines for Restricting Minors' Anti-addiction to Games" activity became an instant hit on the Internet, and it even aroused many discussions in the society.

Not only in the game industry, but in all walks of life, the name of Ascendas Game Company has been remembered. The company decided to take advantage of the heat and release the news in advance that the company chose a big-name celebrity to endorse Jianghu 1.

This was the second thing Fang Qiaoyi did after he took office.

Ever since he changed his profession, Fang Qiaoyi has become narcissistic and pays great attention to his attire.

Fang Qiaoyi has only been Song Shaoyan's secretary for a week, but his mental outlook is completely different. The original undershirt and shorts have become white shirts and suit pants, and they have completely become two people.

Fortunately, the program department and other departments of Tengfei Game Company are in two buildings, otherwise Fang Qiaoyi's image would be ruined.

"Is the boss in here?" Fang Qiaoyi smiled faintly, his eyes narrowed into a crescent moon.A gust of fresh air emerged spontaneously, fascinated Qu Taozhi.

"Yes, yes! The boss always comes very early!"

Fang Qiaoyi straightened his neat shirt and smiled reservedly at the glass.

Fang Qiaoyi thought about it, and felt that he was not worse than Xu Zeqing, the spokesperson candidate in the document.

I am the only one who is so talented, and I am as beautiful as the popular star Xu Zeqing!

Fang Qiaoyi gently pushed open the door, and immediately saw Song Shaoyan lying on the recliner and sleeping soundly.

Come on, whose boss will come to sleep at work? !

In just one week, Fang Qiaoyi has already learned how to hide his expression. He feels reservedly that Song Shaoyan, a duplicity old man

To be able to find such a talented and loyal secretary like him is simply a good deed in his previous life!

Fang Qiaoyi was still innocent after all, he didn't know that in the space where only he and Song Shaoyan were alone, his thoughts were revealed on his face.

Fang Qiaoyi has a natural sense of trust in Song Shaoyan, even though he knows that even if he is a little unreliable, his attitude towards Song Shaoyan is still the same as before

So sincerely grateful.

"Boss!" Fang Qiaoyi stepped forward and patted Song Shaoyan on the shoulder lightly.

Then he came behind Song Shaoyan like a follower.

"Boss!" With a soft shout, Song Shaoyan was alert and suddenly woke up from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, the heart in his chest was beating non-stop, and a stream of cold sweat ran across his forehead.

Song Shaoyan stretched out his hand, and found that in an instant, a lot of cold sweat flowed out from his forehead.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?" The young man in front of him asked worriedly, with a familiar look.

"F…Joy Fong?" he murmured, recognizing this as the only employee who came to pay his respects at his funeral.

"Yes, boss!"

Song Shaoyan remembered that during the time when he became a soul body after his death, the only person with a clear face turned out to be the one who killed him.

Lu Jiyan, the others are all in a daze and only know their names.

"What are you doing here?" Song Shaoyan asked strangely, thinking that he was still dead for a moment.

"I'm here to send the planning department... the documents about the selection of the game spokesperson!" Fang Qiaoyi was surprised, and looked at the sleepy boss with strange eyes.

"Documents?" Seeing Fang Qiaoyi's expression of "Why did you sleep so stupidly?", Song Shaoyan was suddenly surprised.

Fang Qiaoyi sent the documents over on the morning of his death, when he was just off work!

So, he is reborn? !Back to the day he died!

After Fang Qiaoyi delivered the document that day, he put it down, and then thought about going to the bell for lunch at noon, and finally followed him

They were brutally killed in the end!

It turned out that what the man said was true!Back to the day of death, wasn't he really dreaming? !

Song Shaoyan burst into tears, took a deep breath, and smiled at Fang Qiaoyi in a low voice.

He was very grateful to Fang Qiaoyi, a young man who knew how to be grateful and came to his funeral.

"You come over in two hours, and I'll tell you what to do next? Then organize a meeting at 10:30 for the plan, and I'll

Let's discuss it! "

When it comes to work, Song Shaoyan's professional attitude came up immediately. He saw Fang Qiaoyi's carefully recorded actions, and suddenly wanted to thank Fang Qiaoyi.

thank him.

"Joy Fang, thank you!" Thank you for coming to the funeral of someone you just made contact with!

Song Shaoyan's expression was very serious, and he looked at Fang Qiaoyi with solemn and moved eyes, as if he was talking about something serious.

"No... no, it's what I should do!" Fang Qiaoyi said awkwardly.

"Then you will prepare a general press release later, we will try to confirm the spokesperson's candidate by noon, and announce

Yang out! "

Song Shaoyan looked at the young man in front of him softly, his actions at this moment were no longer the usual jokes, but solemn

pole.

The boss seemed to be surrounded by a light. Fang Qiaoyi took a step back, his ears were a little red, and he stammered,

"Then read it quickly, I'll prepare a press release!"

The boss is too hypocritical, and he is so moved that he is crying about every little thing in his job. Is it because other people are not active in their work?

As a secretary, I really worry about the future of the company.

Fang Qiaoyi put down the document and turned to leave, but saw a stick figure of a peach blossom tattooed on Song Shaoyan's exposed neck.

Thinking of what I saw in "How to Ingratiate Your Boss" on the Internet, it said that you should always seriously praise the boss's credit, so I said casually,

"Boss, that peach blossom on your back is pretty pretty!"

After Fang Qiaoyi finished speaking, he went out, leaving Song Shaoyan alone with a sudden chill.

He immediately stood up and tilted his neck to look at the peach blossom Fang Qiaoyi was talking about.

This is actually just a bud of a peach blossom, the tender and beautiful one is like a small painting carved on the skin, and the hidden location is on the back collarbone

and the center of the slender neck.

When the owner of the peach blossom slightly stretches the beautiful neck, the peach blossom will be revealed, but if it is faintly visible, just pull up the collar of the shirt

Pull, and you can't see it.

Such a situation immediately reminded Song Shaoyan of the manor he came to when he was still a soul body.

On the household paper, I saw the enchanting peach forest in full bloom outside.

"Do you want to go back?" The vague voice from behind appeared in Song Shaoyan's ear again.

"Go back! I want to go back!" Song Shaoyan immediately returned firmly after being in a trance, and it was no longer the previous trance joke.

"Then go back..." The long-haired figure from behind lamented for a lifetime, then slowly turned his head, and the originally blurred face suddenly became clear.

Come on, that's Song Shaoyan's face, but with a little more determination and indifference.

"No matter what happens, as the... bloodline, I only hope that you can find your own life, and don't be immersed in hatred!"

The last voice Song Shaoyan heard was such a confused sentence, and he only felt that there seemed to be some dark thread drawn from it for a moment.

Extracted from his own soul.

It was hatred, and hatred was drawn away when Song Shaoyan didn't know it.

Waking up again, Song Shaoyan returned to the morning of the day he died.

Song Shaoyan picked up the documents Fang Qiaoyi had brought and read them carefully. The time soon reached ten o'clock, and two hours passed by in a flash.

"Beep beep!" The cell phone he placed next to the computer suddenly rang. Song Shaoyan remembered that his cell phone rang too, but he

I wanted to have dinner with Zhong Sheng, so I didn't read the news.

But this time, he was concentrating on reading the documents.

Song Shaoyan sighed, put down the document he had finished approving, and took the phone.

On the mobile phone interface is the chat interface of Jianghu 1, and his only friend is sending him a message.

Qingqing Monk Grass:

Didi, does Yuyu have time now?I'm back from a business trip~/celebration/celebration/

Qingqing Monk Grass:

Are you there?Are you there?Are you there?

Qingqing Monk Grass:

? ? ? ?

Last time, Monk Cao also sent a message to himself in this way, but the time was in the afternoon, when he just found out that the bell and the

Lu Jiyan cheated and smoked in the car alone.

At that time, he also lamented that even strangers in the game realized that he was wrong and worried about himself, but the bell betrayed him.

But these few messages should have been sent to me this afternoon, why was it earlier this time?

Song Shaoyan raised his eyebrows and thought about it, but it is undeniable that he had a good impression of this netizen who cared about him before his death.

It was as full as Fang Qiaoyi!

Song Shaoyan thought about it, and the time in between was less than 1 minute.Just as he was about to reply, he saw another message from Monk Cao.

Qingqing Monk Grass:

Yuyu, we have known each other in games for three years, I heard that you are also in the Imperial Capital, shall we meet?

This is the same request he made last time when he sensed that something was wrong with him, and he wanted to meet him.

But this time he obviously just wanted to meet himself without knowing anything.

Song Shaoyan was in a good mood, and felt that apart from misreading Lu Jiyan and the bell, everything else was normal.

OK!Just as he was about to reply, he was surprised to see that Monk Cao deleted all the lines he had just typed one by one.

Isn't monk grass shy? !

Song Shaoyan was surprised, so the last time, He Shangcao also sent a message to himself, just because he didn't read it, and He Shangcao was ashamed of himself

Deleted, so he didn't know? !

He thought about it and thought it was very possible.

On the other hand, Xu Zeqing sat in the company office, solemnly deleting the words he had just typed up word by word.

It's too shameful, but luckily Yuyu usually doesn't play games in the morning, he must have missed his invitation, fortunately he deleted it in time.

As if thinking of something, Xu Zeqing raised his head and looked at He Su Meng next to him with joyful eyes.

"Have you called the organizer of Jianghu 1 for me? Did you agree that I'm going to endorse?"

"After calling, they are still thinking about it. If you want to choose, you will definitely call again! Isn't it just playing his game, it is useful

Do you take the initiative to send it to your door to lower your own worth? "

He and Su Meng complained casually without raising their heads, and didn't realize that Xu Zeqing's mood suddenly improved, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! Hou Xiaoxiao on the Internet started tearing up that starlet!" He Su Meng raised his head suddenly, staring at Xu Zeqing with wide eyes.

The author has something to say: reborn hahaha watching Soul Ferry 3 alone at night is so scary...

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The melon-eating audience "I heard that you will be reborn infinitely?"

Song Shaoyan laughed wildly: "Yes, I am the man who conquered the world!!!"

☆, Hou Xiaoxiao tearing up the bell

Xu Zeqing and Hou Xiaoxiao had different flights, Hou Xiaoxiao came back from abroad for the first time on the second day.

Director Hou Xiaoxiao was nominated for the best film at the Banana Film Festival with "The Most Beautiful Time", and the leading actor Xu Zeqing also won the best actor at the Banana Film Festival.

Although Xu Zeqing did not win the title of actor, even the title of best actor is enough for fans to kneel and lick, because Xu Zeqing is the actor closest to the international actor in the past 100 years.

Yesterday, the enthusiasm of the fans almost broke the airport. Xu Zeqing's manager and Su Meng saw it, and immediately transferred Xu Zeqing to the passageway, making him disguise as an unremarkable passerby, and then successfully escaped.

Therefore, the reporters who didn't get the interview with Emperor Xu all focused their attention on Hou Xiaoxiao who came back today.

Today Director Hou Xiaoxiao will face thousands of fans and reporters alone.

Hou Xiaoxiao returned home with honors. She thought she would be questioned by the reporters, asking how hard she and the actors put in for this film, and what kind of difficulties they encountered in the process. No matter how bad it was, she would also ask I wondered why my video was stuck and handed in with deadling.

Unexpectedly, the reporters were very enthusiastic, but the direction they asked was not at all what I expected.

A man wearing a black T-shirt with a media logo on it held a microphone and pushed the crowd forward, the device was about to poke into Hou Xiaoxiao's mouth.

"Excuse me, Director Hou, do you know the bell?"

"Director Hou, is Zhong Sheng the protagonist of your next movie? Are you more optimistic about Zhong Sheng than Xu Zeqing?!"

"Why did you send the invitation to the Banana Film Festival to an unknown actor? Have you already discussed cooperation?"

"Director Hou, why didn't Xu Zeqing come back with you? Are the rumors circulating on the Internet that you are at odds with the best actor true?"

"Director Hou, the fact that Zhong Sheng surpassed Xu Zeqing to be named the next Emperor Gong, does that represent your intention?"

……

These reporters scrambled forward, throwing out their own questions all at once, with mixed voices, which sounded like they were in a vegetable market.

Hou Xiaoxiao listened patiently to the reporter's questions, and gradually became confused, who is the bell?Why do these reporters feel that Zhong Sheng should be very familiar with him?

And why do you say that you have a bad relationship with Xu Zeqing, the hero you chose?

Why do these reporters randomly speculate that he is dissatisfied with Xu Zeqing, but his attitude towards this bell will be better?

When Hou Xiaoxiao once again heard the reporters casually guessing that the relationship between Hou Xiaoxiao and Xu Zeqing was bad, she finally couldn't help it.

Hou Xiaoxiao: "I don't know who the bell you are talking about is? But the rumor that I, as the director of a film, would have a bad relationship with the actor I chose, I don't know where you heard it from? !"

Hou Xiaoxiao: "Qingqing and I have just won honors for Huaguo. Both Qingqing and I have just reached a new level in our careers. I thought that when we returned to China, the questions the media should ask were when we were shooting the most beautiful moments. What kind of blood and sweat has been paid for my height, but I never imagined that I would be surrounded by you at the airport and ask a stranger?"

Hou Xiaoxiao: "Who is the bell you are talking about? Why did you come to ask me? I am a director, and I have never worked with an actor named Zhong Sheng! How did this bell come out? Why did you Will be so swearing!"

.......

There are only a few meanings in Hou Xiaoxiao's words.

Who is the bell?Is he an actor?Why are you telling me about this person?

No, no, I have a very good relationship with Xu Zeqing, he is the actor I am most satisfied with!

There is no actor in Huaguo who is more satisfying than Xu Zeqing so far. Which green onion is the bell? !

Invitation card?Who cares where he got it from, I didn't send it anyway!

Can you be a little more reserved as a reporter?Back off, back off!

.......

A few answers from Hou Xiaoxiao stunned the reporters. They took a step back and looked at each other, and then cautiously stepped forward with a mobile phone to show to Hou Xiaoxiao.

"Excuse me, Director Hou, do you really not know this person?"

Reporter A released a picture on the mobile phone of a well-behaved young man who never left Xu Zeqing on the red carpet of the Banana Film Festival.

Xu Zeqing in the front didn't say a word to him, but the performance and smile of the young man in the back were all talking. He walked the red carpet with Xu Zeqing, and he was part of the team.

Hou Xiaoxiao glanced at it, as if seeing a small miscellaneous rice, and replied indifferently, "I don't know!"

This answer suddenly seemed to have a domino effect, and it caused a big discussion among the reporters.

They finally knew what seemed to be wrong. From the beginning to the end, no one came out to verify the bell except for the directing and acting.

"Then, Director Hou, do you know that Qingqing knows this bell?"

A female reporter bravely stepped forward and produced another piece of evidence.

This evidence is a short video, which was cut off halfway.

In the video, the young man named Zhong Sheng was embarrassed and shy towards the camera. Suddenly, Xu Zeqing suddenly appeared in the car behind him, and wanted to take a look here.

And Zhong Sheng's next reaction seemed to be caught by a friend, and he immediately turned off the video shyly.

"The nanny car behind this person belongs to Qingqing, and it seems that they are sitting in a nanny car. That's it. Director Hou, you still say that the ringing of the bell has nothing to do with our Qingqing?"

The female reporter raised her eyebrows, as if to say that I have the evidence, and I have the reason to go.

Hearing the female reporter's words, the others seemed to be awakened as well, posting evidence that they remembered it.

"Director Hou, this is a photo posted by Zhong Sheng in Moments. The background is completely on the same floor as Qingqing! Didn't it mean that the floors are all covered by your team? If it's not from the same team, why would he Where do you live?"

"Director Hou, most people can't get an invitation to the Banana Film Festival, and there are so many evidences that show that Zhong Sheng is with you! Just say it, is Zhong Sheng your next movie? Secret weapon?!"

A reporter joked that he was smart. He didn't directly mention who Zhong Sheng and Xu Zeqing had his eyes on. Instead, he joked that they knew Zhong Sheng.

Hou Xiaoxiao laughed, and said something to the reporter in a joking manner.

Hou Xiaoxiao: "This guy has a lot of dramas! But I really don't know him, and I don't even know what the next movie will be about?! If I choose an actor again,"

Hou Xiaoxiao chuckled, "I will definitely choose Xu Zeqing who can win me an award, has acting skills and good looks!"

"So, Director Hou, you really don't know Zhong Sheng?"

"nature."

"Then how do you explain the nanny car behind Zhong Sheng when he took the video?" The reporter asked again.

"To be honest, I was sitting in the nanny's car!"

Hou Xiaoxiao said with a smile, her attitude was very good, and she never got angry because of the reporter's aggressiveness from the beginning to the end, but there was a sense of irony in his words, which made the oncoming reporters feel a little ugly.

After this video was sent to the Internet, it immediately aroused public discussion.

"I'm careless, the level of entertainment journalists in our country is this level? I haven't figured out the matter yet, so why don't you just say hello like this?"

"On the top floor, the key question is still nothingness! It's still like a large group of reporters!"

"Hou Xiaoxiao has just returned to China after winning the award. Shouldn't the focus of the interview be on the process of winning the award?"

"Shouldn't we ask where our family's Qingqing went? Didn't they go back to China together?"

"Yes yes yes!"

"Curious that there are really so many bell plays?!"

"Actually, I want to know where Wuli Qingqing went?"

"Hou Xiaoxiao's attitude towards this group of mentally retarded people is so gentle~ I'm going to be a fan~"

"+1"

"Isn't it just saying in a disguised form that these reporters have low IQ? This is ridicule!!"

"Listen to you..."

"The director is so gentle, the scene of rolling eyes has been cut into an emoji hahahaha, the address is 32554trbfdsaa, welcome to use it!"

"I just took a look at Director Hou's resume, it's amazing!!!"

.......

He Su Meng played this video over and over again in amazement, brought it in front of Xu Zeqing, and said in admiration: "In the future, if you offend anyone, don't offend Hou Xiaoxiao, you are a real thief! Lightly shifted the focus , now that bell must have been hacked very tragically!"

Sure enough, netizens quickly found Zhong Sheng's Weibo based on this video. His self-directed and self-acted videos and comments a few days ago have not been removed, and the number of fans has rapidly increased from tens of thousands to several thousand. million times.

A few days ago, he used his inspirational experience to screen the headlines, and he was quickly picked out of the black history by black fans.

Drinking, beating people and not repaying debts, being ambiguous with the female boss in the early-rising part-time job shop, and even the characters in several TV dramas he starred in before were revealed by insiders that someone bought the quota with money.

Some people immediately picked up the Weibo address of Zhong Sheng who was in a daze during the Banana Film Festival these days, and was surprised to find that it was in the room of the person in charge of the Lu Corporation, and was obviously taken care of.

Even the invitation letter was bought from someone else at a high price.He also shamelessly followed Xu Zeqing on the red carpet and coffee seats. If the staff didn't think he was on the same team as Xu Zeqing, they would have kicked him down a long time ago!

This suddenly aroused the anger of the people of Huaguo. Xu Zeqing went abroad to participate in the Banana Film Festival to win glory for the country, but in fact Zhong Sheng discredited the country.

Some sane and irrational patriotic fans immediately and violently tore up under the bell's Weibo.

Once it came out, the situation was reversed like a drama, even more intense than a TV series.

People were quick to criticize him based on his ambiguous descriptions and the fact that he was completely different from the image in the video.

In just two hours, Zhong Sheng was nicknamed "Green Tea Leader", implying that the surface is pure and innocent, but in fact there are dramas everywhere.

Satisfied with Su Meng, he put away his mobile phone, expressing that the audience is very happy with this reversal drama.

He and Su Meng: "Qingqing, someone in the country actually bought a navy for Zhong Sheng, otherwise the situation would