Quick Time Travel: Black Lotus Face Slapping Guide

Chapter 41 The Mentally Disabled President's Black Hearted Rabbit 40
After the performance, Xi Jing went back to the lounge, picked up her mobile phone and used her trumpet to post rhythmically on the Internet.

"My God, is the first scene a real fight?"I feel like Lucky has been beaten into a daze"

"I really don't understand what the program team thinks, let someone like Yang Xiaoran who can't act as a special guest, who is disgusting?If the film and television industry continues to rot like this, sooner or later a pill will be taken"

The comment area also quickly became lively.

[I also think it was done without discussion, is the blood shed real? ]
[I feel sorry for Lucky, just because the program group intends to support related accounts, and has been targeted since the first issue, the only one with strength is really unbearable to be treated like this]
[#粉世演员转出色类艺术圈# While saying that the atmosphere in the entertainment industry is right, at the same time, I am in a mess, I am! ]
[Lucky's eyes hurt my heart so much, such a simple girl, was called a scheming by the navy, the hot chicken radio station should close down immediately]
Hee hee hee.

After the semi-finals are broadcast this time, I am confident that the sweetness recognition will be raised to 10.

Xi Jing smiled triumphantly, and suddenly heard a commotion outside.

what happened?

Xi Jing opened the door of the lounge suspiciously, and saw Shen Zhinian rushing over in a hurry, followed by a bunch of reporters, the flashing lights flickered and he ignored him, and followed the guide to the lounge.

Fuck...why did this mental retardation come here!

Xi Jing's first reaction was to close the door, but the door couldn't be completely closed, and Shen Zhinian's hand was caught, but he didn't care at all, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

The people behind kept pushing and shoving, and the door was completely pushed open.

Shen Zhinian held Xi Jing's face in his hands, and raised his hand in pain and anger to wipe off the remaining blood at the corner of her mouth.

He didn't say a word, hating himself for not being able to protect her well, hating himself for not being able to do anything, and not even knowing what to do to help her vent her anger.

Ever since Huayu held a press conference to disclose Shen Zhinian's identity, Xi Jing didn't let him follow him to record the scene, also to avoid such a sensational situation.

"Mr. Shen, what do you think of the relationship between your father and Miss Yang?"

"There are rumors that you didn't go abroad for further study a few years ago, but was hospitalized because of a mental disorder. Is it true?"

"Is there a friend participating in the show today?"

The camera in the reporter's hand kept taking pictures. The moment he entered the door, many coping strategies flashed through Xi Jing's mind, and she chose the one that was most beneficial to the silly white sweet person.

She looked at the group of reporters who followed in at a loss, sniffed, and tears of grievance fell down.

Looking at Shen Zhinian with watery eyes, he looked like he had been wronged and begged for comfort. His cautious eyes seemed to be worried that the reporters would write scribbles and did not dare to take other actions.

"Don't take random pictures, this is the rest room, please get out of the irrelevant personnel."

The staff of the program team and Assistant Cheng began to chase people away. Before the last few reporters left, Xi Jing stretched out his arms and hugged Shen Zhinian, buried his head in his chest, and sobbed softly: "Brother Zhinian Woooooo...I'm so sad, why did they treat me like this, I haven't done anything bad..."

Shen Zhinian: (*￣︶￣)?My wife looks so cute, but why do you call me brother?
When he lowered his head slightly, his chin was just on the top of her head, and the hair was soft with a little warmth. He reached out to stroke the long hair, and gently moved his palm back and forth on the smooth hair.

Shen Zhinian: (*￣︶￣) My wife also feels good to the touch.

This scene was of course photographed by reporters.

　Thanks for crooked scriptures, born cute, can't cry every day, and time.com said the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)