My male partner and I had HE in the dog blood text

Zheng Yimo held the phone and walked to the window, Zhang Xiaomin still had a less obvious groaning sound.

Zhang Xiaomin yelled angrily: "What are you huh!"

In the middle of the night, he was still wearing sunglasses, revealing the lower half of Mo De's emotional face.

Extremely intimidating.

The two men in the black business car lay on their stomachs twisting and turning, looking flustered.

Zhang Xiaomin reported to Zheng Yimo loyally and conscientiously: "Just the two of you, Eastern District Weekly, I don't want to say anything else, but I checked everything and it's almost the same. If you need it, you--"

Zheng Yimo: "I need you to shut up."

Zhang Xiaomin nodded: "Okay."

Zheng Yimo heard the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and there was no follow-up movement. He didn't know what Liu Bai was doing in there, so he took two steps and arranged for Zhang Xiaomin: "Look at what he took pictures of."

Zhang Xiaomin agreed, and snatched the camera from the arms of the man in the driver's seat.

Of course, there are some candid photos in it, and there are quite a few celebrity faces. Although Zhang Xiaomin doesn't know many, he still knows Concubine Tang and Liu Bai.

In the gaps in the bushes on the monitor, Tang Concubine could be seen lying in Liu Bai's arms. The faces of the two were clear and distinct, and they could be recognized at a glance.

Zhang Xiaomin sent it to Zheng Yimo for a look, and heard Zheng Yimo commanding him again: "Delete it."

Without further ado, Zhang Xiaomin began to delete the photos. His action attracted the man's attention. He reacted strongly instantly, sat up straight and yelled, "What's wrong with you! You are infringing on other people's property! Give it back!" I!"

Zhang Xiaomin turned his head to stare at him, of course it was imagined by the man.

"What's the hurry! After deleting it, I will return it to you!"

The industrious, brave and kind-hearted Zhang Xiaomin deleted all the photos one by one very seriously.

They were all photos taken by men working hard, groping, squatting in the grass, and climbing tree branches. Seeing the pictures disappearing one by one, I was so angry that my heart hurt, and I pointed at Zhang Xiaomin "you you you" for a long time with trembling fingers, and Zhang Xiaomin I stuffed the camera back, and finally got so angry that I cursed: "Where the hell did you come from! Do you know who I am? Who is your boss! Don't you tell me? I can find out if you don't tell me! Your boss is not afraid— —”

Zhang Xiaomin blinked, and there was no fluctuation in the threat of the man's sternness: "You don't need to check, my boss Zheng Yimo, Zheng Yimo, do you know it? You look young and new here, right? Don't you know me? Then let me introduce to you, Zheng Yimo, male, is an actor, 192 cm tall—”

"I know!" The man obviously didn't want to listen to Zhang Xiaomin's nonsense like a marriage notice, his triangular eyes widened suddenly, he interrupted him viciously, and shouted stiffly: "What's wrong with Zheng Yimo? Can you cover the sky in the entertainment industry with one hand! Don’t you think too much of our Eastern District Weekly? Let me tell you, we are with—”

Zhang Xiaomin gave a "tsk" impatiently, raised his thick arm, and slammed it on the roof of the car with a "slap". Sticking it on his face: "He He, isn't it, your name is quite funny, hey, do you live in Building 32, Chaoyang Community? Jie is your son, he looks quite—— ah."

The man tried his best to see what was on the screen, and he actually listed all his situations clearly and in detail, and he almost went through the eight generations of his ancestors.

Sweat dripped from the tip of the man's nose and stuck to the screen. Zhang Xiaomin picked up the man's sleeve and wiped it in distaste. Is there never any gossip about my boss? Can't you figure it out?"

A meaningful rhetorical question made the man's heart beat wildly, his throat tightened, and he felt flustered.

Those rumors about Zheng Yimo, it is impossible for workers like them who are struggling on the front line of gossip not to have heard of them.

From the very beginning of Zheng Yimo's debut, there have been endless speculations about his background, millions of watches, expensive clothes, tens of millions of sports cars and mansions, well-capitalized studios, even with the older generation of actors and teachers and even related departments, The relationship is very good.

Although Zheng Yimo seldom produces any moths, he is not clean and blameless. Take the matter of him taking care of Liu Bai as an example, it is not unknown in the circle, why has he never seen it? Related gossip?

It's not those marketing accounts, the gossip group doesn't want to say.

But dare not say.

Look at Zhang Xiaomin, who is dressed in black from head to toe, and still wears his sunglasses in the middle of the night, as if he is about to point a gun at his forehead in the next second.

Thinking of the information he saw, the man swallowed.

Zheng Yimo seems to be more than just a rich man, maybe the forces behind him are beyond his imagination...

Zhang Xiaomin ignored the man's reaction, and said "enen" again, guessing that it was Zheng Yimo who gave some instructions, and rudely took off the earphones and stuffed them in the man's ears.

Zheng Yimo's cold and emotional voice sounded: "Hehe, right."

The man corrected in his heart: "It's He He!"

"How did you get here?"

Although the news that the crew started filming in City C is public, for the privacy and safety of the actors, and to prevent people like He He from having illegitimate meals, the hotel where the crew is located is kept strictly confidential. They stayed in City C for a while. After so many days, it was the first time that a paparazzi took a sneak shot.

In other words, someone revealed the hotel affairs.

He He muttered in a low voice, "It's from the informant in the group."

Zhang Xiaomin was quite shocked, since it wasn't the police investigating the case, no matter how gossip broke out, there were informants.

"What informant?" Zheng Yimo seemed unmoved, and continued to ask calmly.

He He scratched his head: "I also...don't know...he only posted a photo and location. Today's incident on Le Ming's Weibo caused a certain sensation, so we're going to come over to check the situation."

"What picture?"

He He took the photo with his mobile phone. The photo was reproduced twice, and the light was not enough, so it was not very clear, but he could still see Liu Baibai's glowing face and the somewhat intimate Le Ming beside him. He also followed several other young people who had just had dinner with Liu Bai.

Zheng Yimo frowned.

The location of this photo shows that the person who took the photo is very familiar with their situation, and may be in the hotel.

But who?Is it someone from the crew, or from the hotel?

He thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of who would do it. After all, there are so many people who can be suspected, anyone is possible.

Zheng Yimo continued to speak calmly: "What you saw, heard, and photographed tonight, you can't let it out a millimeter. If tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, every day for the rest of your life, you let me see something that makes me Bad news, you—”

Zheng Yimo's voice was not loud, but it was inexplicably majestic. Just now He He was still able to struggle with a few words, but now his feet were weak, and the two were fighting. He couldn't make any other movements except nodding in agreement.

Occupational diseases are still causing trouble, and while I am afraid, the big topic in my mind keeps popping out.

--Shock!The well-known film king was upright and his personality collapsed, allowing his subordinates to do such a thing!

He has thought about the topic, but he dare not write it even if he is given ten guts.

Liu Bai finally came out of the bathroom. His fair skin was still tinged with a pinkish blush. His fingertips were wrinkled from the soak, but the drunkenness was also soaked away. He regained his energy and wiped his hair. As he was about to open the door, he heard voices outside the door.

Zheng Yimo hasn't left yet.

He was still standing by the window, looking down at the phone to see the photos he had just received. One was Concubine Tang wiping tears in Liu Bai's arms, and the other was Le Ming smiling sweetly holding Liu Bai's hand.

Any one posted on the Internet can cause a lot of discussion on the topic.

And at that time, in addition to the infamy of "getting popular" and "stealing the show", Liu Bai will also have to carry the unwarranted rumors of "sucking blood" and "having an affair with two actresses".

"Why haven't you left yet? Don't you need to sleep?"

Liu Bai's voice suddenly sounded behind him, and he turned his head. Liu Bai was wearing pajamas, but he didn't button it up very seriously, revealing a piece of collarbone, glowing under the light, extending downwards, revealing a pink chest. It's tempting enough to see the film.

Liu Bai crossed his arms at Zheng Yimo's sudden meaningful gaze, in an obvious defensive posture.

When being hugged by a girl, it is much more pleasant than being kissed by myself!

Zheng Yimo let out a "hum", expelled his nostrils, and threw the photo in front of Liu Bai's eyes: "You still want to drive me away? Liu Bai, if it weren't for me tonight, this photo would have been sent out! You Better watch your words and deeds! Remember, you are still mine!"

Liu Bai quickly glanced at the photo, and frowned, and then he raised his head angrily when he heard Zheng Yimo's words: "You think too much, I don't like women!"

Zheng Yimo raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then you like Lin Xueqing?"

Liu Bai sighed in his heart, feeling that explaining to Zheng Yimo was a waste of words: "I don't like men either!"

Zheng Yimo "hmph" three times in a row, and opened his mouth.

Liu Bai violently pushed him out of the room: "I'm fucking narcissistic!"

The door slammed shut.

Zhang Xiaomin, who hurried back to the hotel, stepped onto the red carpet on the top floor, facing Zheng Yimo from afar.

Zheng Yimo's sharp eyes can almost kill people.

Zhang Xiaomin backed into the elevator with hands and feet together: "Brother Zheng, the husband and wife are fighting at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, don't worry too much about it, good night."

After closing the door, Liu Bai sat back beside the bed, thinking for a moment.

"Just now I--"

——People didn't see anything!Just when they detected high energy ahead, they disconnected from Qinqin!

"...I didn't ask you this."

--Alas?

Liu Bai's face was a little embarrassed, and he stroked his lips unconsciously. For a moment, it seemed that the trembling feeling was about to emerge again, and he hurriedly put down his hand: "I was not sober just now, as if I heard Concubine Tang say, my Did Shen Yan tell her about it?"

—It seems to be so!

Liu Bai nodded slowly and did not continue this topic.