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

"..."

Hearing this, the expression on He Chuyang's face was visibly stiff.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have just noticed the man standing with Jiang Qiyu, his eyes slightly surprised:

"It turns out that Mr. Qi is also there..."

"You have seen it all."

Qi Yue stepped forward, pulled Jiang Qiyu's hand around his arm like before, and his lips were clearly pursed into a smile, but his eyes became sharper:

"Yes, we are together."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu frowned, and turned her head to look at the man who suddenly went mad.

No, who asked him?

"..."

As if feeling her suspicious gaze, Qi Yu lowered his eyes to look at her as if nothing had happened, his eyes were dangerous, and his tone was rare and gentle:

"Yuyu, the last time we met was in a hurry, it's not as good as this time... Would you like to introduce me?"

But Jiang Qiyu could hear the feeling of sharpening a knife from this gentle and watery tone, she grinned and introduced:

"This is He Chuyang, a... contestant I met when I participated in the show."

"So it is."

Qi Yu nodded with a smile, then looked at He Chuyang who had an unnatural expression, and the smile on his face was even bigger:

"I always see him chasing you and calling you sister, I thought it was a distant relative somewhere."

"President Qi was joking..."

He Chuyang was not as sharp as him, but lowered his eyes and said in a low voice:

"Everyone cares about how well I sing and whether I can advance to the next level. Only sister Qiyu cares about my studies and the direction of my future life. I really..."

He paused for a moment and did not continue, but looked at Jiang Qiyu and smiled sweetly:

"I have always been very grateful to my sister!"

"But......"

There was nothing on Jiang Qiyu's face, but in secret, this kid's "sister Wenxue" had already clasped Qi Yu's arm in embarrassment:

"When did I care..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered that in the rematch scene of "You Can You Up", the program team asked her to be the bad guy to eliminate He Chuyang.

In order not to be scolded for operating in the dark, she made up a set of rhetoric:

'At your age, you should be still in high school, maybe you are facing the life milestone of the college entrance examination!There are infinite possibilities for your future, you should go to school to gain knowledge just like your peers!Our generation must be diligent, holding books and holding swords to glorify China!What I give you today is not a red light, but a green pass for your future life! '

"..."

"Sister, do you remember?!"

Seeing her expression, He Chuyang's eyes lit up instantly, his cheeks were reddish and he said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Afterwards, I watched the live broadcast, and my sister would not treat other players like this..."

A good mouthful of Longjing tea before the rain.

"..."

Qi Yu was almost laughed out of anger, so he just spread his arms around Jiang Qiyu's slender waist like before, and brought her to his side.

Before she could react, she leaned over slightly, and put her lips close to her ear in an intimate gesture.

Stopping at an ambiguous distance between kissing and not kissing, she spoke softly:

"Why don't you introduce me to this player?"

"—"

Jiang Qiyu's head went "buzzing" instantly, and she was almost numb from the peacock's screen-spreading Gu with full firepower.

Numbly raised his hand and touched his ears:

"He's Qi Yue, my..."

After a pause, she said to the young man who smelled like tea:

"Boy friend."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Qiyu instantly felt that the originally oppressive atmosphere around her was instantly clear, as if from a typhoon of level eight, it suddenly turned into a bright sun.

And when He Chuyang heard the words, the expression on his face just froze, his eyes were hurt for a moment, and then he left a sentence with a lonely expression:

"Then I won't bother you, sister..."

Then turned around and left with three steps.

It's just that after he turned around, the expression on that originally helpless face changed abruptly, and his eyes gradually became gloomy, as if there were some serious emotions.

But at this drunken reception, no one noticed the change in the boy's eyes, and no one heard his indifferent murmur:

"I seem to have used the wrong method..."

-

And here.

After the uninvited guest turned and left, Qi Yu was still tightly holding the waist of the man in his arms, and the smile on his face deepened.

He lowered his head slightly, with a gentle tone of coaxing:

"You just said... what am I yours?"

"..."

Sensing the tightening of her waist, Jiang Qiyu didn't bother to struggle, and simply stuck herself on him:

"Want to hear it again?"

Smiling slightly at the slightly surprised man, she raised her head and motioned him to come over with her eyes.

Seeing this, Qi Yu raised his eyebrows. Although he felt that it was probably deceitful, he still obediently lowered his head and put his ear close to her soft red lips...

If someone passes by here at this time, they will see such a picture:

The tall man embraced the slender woman in his arms as if he had found a treasure. The man's brows and eyes were full of doting, and he bent down for her.

The woman tapped her toes shyly and timidly, and her red lips moved close to the man's ear, as if she was whispering something.

It's just that no one knows the content of this love story except them.

The postures of the two were ambiguous, Jiang Qiyu took the initiative to lean into Qi Yu's ear, and said softly, word by word:

"You, yes, I, my son."

"..."

The ambiguous atmosphere that was finally created for the second time was swept away again.

Qi Yu couldn't even get angry anymore, he took the arm around her waist lightly and gently, and then let it go.

After they opened a safe distance, he looked at the squinting woman smiling triumphantly, and glanced at her helplessly.

Then without saying a word, he turned and left.

"Hey (↗)"

Jiang Qiyu thought he was angry, she retracted her bared teeth in an instant, and walked two quick steps on her high heels to follow him.

"You're angry?"

"..."

She pursed her lips resentfully, poked her head to see the man's expression:

"Are you really angry?"

"..."

Seeing that he just walked forward without saying a word, Jiang Qiyu had an idea:

"Did you misunderstand something?"

She doesn't lie to others, instead she defends herself confidently:

"You know, I'm from City A, and it's normal to speak with an accent. Have you ever heard of Beijing accent?"

"..."

Almost amused by her reason, Qi Yue stopped and looked at her calmly, but still didn't speak.

"real!"

When Jiang Qi saw the situation, she immediately struck while the iron was hot, and vowed:

"We, the people of City A, speak with a slurred accent, and we don't mean to take advantage of you."

"So, what did you mean just now..."

The man finally spoke, and a smile of success gradually appeared on his originally indifferent face:

"Are you confessing to me?"