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

Zhao Jin drove the two of them all the way to the Xuelian Grand Theater that the program group had arranged.

On the way, Jiang Qiyu turned on the live broadcast with great interest and watched Song Yan and Zhou Shun's group.

They had already finished their trip to the aquarium and playground, and entered the theater one step ahead.

Since the cemetery is located far away from the urban area, their [粤a·886sb] hurriedly arrived at the gate of Xuelian Grand Theater ten minutes before the opening.

"hiss......"

Zhao Jin slowly parked the car in the distance, and couldn't help but gasped as she looked at the entrance of the magnificently decorated theater:

"This... the six sects are besieging Guangmingding?"

They stopped temporarily across the road, looking out through the one-way window glass.

I saw that the entrance of the theater, which was not prosperous at first, was already surrounded by dense crowds of people. As for their identities, they were all displayed on the light boards held by the crowd.

'I carry the flag for Long Ears, let's see who dares to be my enemy? '

"Wipe your nose first and then lift your pants, Jiang Qi meets you and walks the flowery road!" '

'Put on socks first and then shoes, the long-eared cp is the master! '

"..."

Obviously these light plates were held in other people's hands, but embarrassment pervaded the imported Porsche compartment.

"It should be because the fans knew that you would come to the Xuelian Grand Theater through the live broadcast, so they came here directly to guard."

Zhao Jin turned to look at the two people in the back seat, and asked in a tone:

"What should we do now? Although there is a delay in the live broadcast, they will soon know that we have arrived."

"..."

Jiang Qiyu silently glanced at the watertight entrance surrounded by fans, and then decisively exchanged glances with Qi Yu.

Then, with the cooperation of the camera brother, he got out of the car quietly.

Zhao Jin drove the stylish [粤a·886sb] to the square at the main entrance of the theater with the big cameraman kicking the accelerator.

Soon, the two lurking in the dark could clearly hear a scream of surprise piercing the sky even though they were separated by a road:

"It's a sb Porsche!!!"

Followed by more deafening shouts one after another:

"Jiang Qiyu!"

"My long-eared cp!"

"Boss Qi v me 50!!!"

With these people yelling frantically, Zhao Jin was also stuck in the same place driving the car and couldn't move an inch.

"Qi Yue, you are ready."

Jiang Qiyu Mao Mao watched carefully not far away, and was about to sneak into the theater from the side after everyone surrounded her.

"I'll call one, two, three in a while, and we'll rush over together!"

She concentrated on watching the Porsche surrounded by fans, and slowly adjusted her breathing:

"one......"

"two......"

However, before she could say three, she felt that the hand hanging by her side was being tightly held.

Just when she didn't know what was going on, a man's slightly smiling voice came from her ear:

"Do you really, really want to go to the concert?"

"..."

Hearing his words, Jiang Qiyu froze in place for a moment.

Hiss... Don't say it, the layout suddenly opened up.

She blinked, and slowly turned her head to look back, and met a pair of beautiful eyes as expected.

His eyes were long and narrow, and the pupils were brightened by the lights in the distance.

Those eyes that were a little bit domineering no matter who they looked at from the beginning to the end, but at this time they did not show a little arrogance, and they were looking at her with an intimate and gentle gesture.

It seems to be asking for opinions, and it seems to be deliberately induced:

"Jiang Qiyu, do you want to run away together?"

Facing his invitation, Jiang Qiyu shook her head slowly, with a sly smile on her lips:

"How can this be called running away?"

"That is?"

"Emergency escape."

After finishing speaking, she firmly held Qi Yu's hand back, and the two ran towards the opposite direction of the theater.

The two clasped their hands.

At this moment, footsteps, breathing, heartbeat, and even the accelerated flow of blood are almost at the same frequency.

The only difference is probably only the brain circuits of the two of them.

Qi Yue's heart beat like a drum and his breathing was deafening. This was the acceleration of his heartbeat that he hadn't felt for a long time since he quit extreme sports a few years ago.

The amazing thing is that walking on foot on such an ordinary night is even better than gliding at an altitude of [-] meters, cheering on the top of the snowy area, and successfully opening the parachute at the landing limit.

This was even more thrilling than all the stimuli he had experienced before.

And Jiang Qiyu also had a rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath.

It's just that she was more excited, and all her thoughts were on getting off work early.

Just like that, two people with different ideas but the same goal just held hands, and walked away majestically, surrounded by many fans.

The euphemistic name is: emergency avoidance.

After leaving the range of the theater, the two quickly stopped a taxi and successfully drove them away from the organization.

After that, they didn't return to the apartment right away. After Jiang Qiyu took Qi Yu to find a small shop and simply pretended to be a simple disguise, she smiled at him mysteriously and said:

"My sister is happy today, I invite you to eat roasted birds."

Qi Yu thought that she had a sudden conscience and was going to take him to a Japanese grocery store to spend a fortune.

But before he could react, he was pushed on the pony of the roadside barbecue stall.

"Boss, here are two catties of grilled chicken offal!"

Jiang Qiyu was wearing a mask, and she was not afraid of being recognized by people on the side of the road. She held a greasy menu and shouted to the boss who was busy with skewers:

"Two more drafts of beer!"

Qi Yu was dressed in casual private clothes with a six-figure figure, and he didn't mind being pinned on such a roadside stall. He just raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her:

"You like drinking very much?"

Last time at Mr. Jiang's birthday banquet, she not only drank three glasses of white wine when she came up, but even walked away with the half bottle of Moutai left on the table while no one was looking.

In my arms like a baby.

"Okay."

Jiang Qiyu waved her hands indifferently when she heard the words:

"I don't understand why some people become addicted to alcohol. I used to drink every day and I was not addicted."

Qi Yu watched her serious nonsense, and his lips hidden under the mask involuntarily hooked:

"Drinking every day without addiction?"

"Never mind."

While the two were talking, "Chinese-style roasted bird" and beer were served.

The two of them didn't eat much at noon, and they walked around the cemetery for a whole afternoon. At this time, they were really hungry.

But just as they were about to have a full meal, a sullen voice suddenly came from the table next to them:

"We don't know you, please leave!"

The two looked at each other and turned their heads almost at the same time.

I saw the table where several girls were gathered together, but at this moment, three men suddenly surrounded it.

Not only did he verbally tease those girls, but one of them even pinched the girl's arm with a lewd tone:

"It's a big night, you little sisters are so bored eating, let's set up a table together?"

At this time, there were quite a few people around, but they still maintained a silent attitude.

Seeing that the disgusting man was almost leaning against the girl, Jiang Qiyu suddenly stood up.

Then he took out his phone and turned on the video, and strode forward.

When those men looked over blankly, they smiled and said:

"I'm sorry, it's the first time I saw a dog sharing a table with people today. It's very novel, don't you mind taking a picture?"

"Don't worry about it, bitch..."

When the three men reacted, they immediately stared and wanted to yell at the woman wearing a mask.

But he saw a tall man who also wore a mask stood up unhurriedly, walked behind the woman in two steps, and said in a casual tone:

"Don't worry, dogs don't have portrait rights."