After going crazy, I traveled through time and became a top figure in the entertainment industry

Seeing that Yan Qingluo couldn't open the door after twisting it for a long time, the look of contempt on Xue Chengyou's face became even worse, and he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Do you really think you are an ancient person in the play?"

In Cuiwei Continent, Yan Qingluo, as the leader of the Demon Cult, was right in her words. At this time, she had just entered this strange environment from that world, and she was constantly being ridiculed by a man.

It can be said that Yan Qingluo's patience has reached its limit.

Xue Chengyou didn't realize that he had touched the bottom line. Instead, he always acted in a condescending manner to make Yan Qingluo look bad.

Although the inner strength is no longer there, Yan Qingluo, an external martial artist, has not forgotten it.

She sneered, turned around, and backhanded Xue Chengyou's hands behind her back, pressing them against the wall!

She leaned close to his ear and whispered a threat in an oppressive manner: "Don't you feel that you talk too much?"

Xue Chengyou was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He didn't know any fighting skills at all, but Yan Qingluo's attack came too suddenly. This was really unexpected for Xue Chengyou, whose fighting level was not high.

Xue Chengyou was kidnapped by gangsters when he was young. From that time on, he vowed to have the ability to protect himself, but he never expected that he would be easily manipulated by a delicate Yan Qingluo today.

The sense of shame made Xue Chengyou's tone become harsh, "Let me go if you have the sense! Otherwise, the investment will be withdrawn immediately!"

Yan Qingluo didn't seem to hear it and clamped Xue Chengyou's arm harder.

Xue Chengyou struggled with all his strength, but was still pressed against the wall and rubbed against him, unable to move.

There was a moment of silence until someone knocked on the door, and Xue Chengyou asked in a low voice.

"President, it's me." It was secretary Xu Weishu's voice.

Xue Chengyou made a swallowing motion and measured that his current posture should not look very good.

In a low voice and a slightly consultative tone, Yan Qingluo asked him to let go.

Yan Qingluo snorted coldly behind Xue Chengyou, "Do you know how to beg for mercy?"

As a result, as soon as Yan Qingluo let go, he was pushed into the bathroom by Xue Chengyou, and the door slammed shut.

Yan Qingluo had a question mark on his face:?

Xue Chengyou tidied up his appearance, opened the door, and Xu Weishu, who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, glanced around the room.

I heard some movement just now... It's okay...

Xu Weishu asked Xue Chengyou what he should pay attention to in tomorrow's itinerary, and told Xue Chengyou that the investment money for the film and television drama would probably be credited to the corresponding account tomorrow afternoon.

After Xu Weishu left, Xue Chengyou opened the bathroom door and let Yan Qingluo out.

In the bathroom, Yan Qingluo was facing the mirror, staring blankly at his own reflection in the mirror.

In this case, you should probably be indulging in your own beauty.

Xue Chengyou snorted in his heart and leaned against the door with his hands folded, "Have you had enough narcissism? Go back to your room and take a look."

Yan Qingluo curled his lips, thankful that he was young and beautiful when he took the body. Because he was in a good mood, he had no intention of quarreling with Xue Chengyou.

His identity cannot be discovered, so this brat can do whatever he says!

Xue Chengyou gently opened the door to confirm that Xu Weishu had gone away. The corridor was quiet and motionless, and there was a camera above the far corner. Fortunately, it was not specifically targeting his room.

"Cover your face when you go out." Xue Chengyou's voice was cold, and he threw his clothes back to Yan Qingluo before pushing her out the door.

Yan Qingluo was stunned with her back to Xue Chengyou's door. The environment in the corridor was even stranger to her than in the room.

Suddenly, the door of Xue Chengyou's room opened and he handed over Yan Qingluo's room card. He extended his left index finger very "kindly" to point out the direction for Yan Qingluo, "Your room is at the end of the corridor."

Then the door slammed shut again.

Yan Qingluo was wearing a coat. He looked at the strange card in his hand and gently broke it into two pieces.

Looking at the card in her hand that had been broken in half, she vaguely felt something was wrong.

At this time, a young woman with her hair tied up in a bun said "Yeah" when she saw the key card broken in half.

A moment later, Yan Qingluo was sent to a room by a woman who claimed to be a "hotel staff member". The furnishings inside were similar to Xue Chengyou's room.

The staff inserted the room card at the entrance, and the room was instantly brightly lit.

Yan Qingluo studied the room card curiously for a while.

Such a little thing actually has so much energy?

Pulling out the room card, the power in the house goes out.

Put it back and the room will be brightly lit again.

Yan Qingluo finally decided to wait until she found a way to return to the Lianyue Sect, and then take this little thing with great energy away.

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Yan Qingluo hesitated and said, "Come in."

"You should open the door! How can I come in if you don't open the door!" Judging from the woman's voice, she should be an acquaintance with the original person.

Yan Qingluo remained vigilant and opened the door.

A petite figure threw herself into Yan Qingluo's arms, accompanied by a strong fragrance.

Yan Qingluo couldn't help but feel nauseous and retched. This smell contained the scent of gemstone flowers that she disliked the most.

"What are you vomiting for!?" The woman looked up from her arms, suddenly as if she had been electrocuted, "You, you don't belong to...whose?!"

"Whose?" Yan Qingluo looked confused.

The woman looked around to make sure there was no one, pushed Yan Qingluo into the room, closed the door with a bang, nervously grabbed Yan Qingluo's collar and asked urgently: "You are not pregnant, are you?! Don't Caught by the paparazzi... By the way, you have to call your agent first!"

The woman said, taking out a palm-sized black square board.

Yan Qingluo grabbed it without thinking and glared at the woman with a threatening look, "I am... I was offended by the incense on your body. What are you talking about!?"

"Ah? Don't you have it? That's good!" The woman stepped forward and took back Yan Qingluo's cell phone. "Otherwise, our combination, which has just begun to show some improvement, will have to disband!"

Yan Qingluo really couldn't understand the woman's jumping thoughts, and he didn't want to be suspected for communicating too much, so he could only glare at her.

The woman burped, took back the black board, and like sleepwalking, pushed Yan Qingluo away and left the room.

Yan Qingluo stood facing the door for a while. After making sure that no one would come again, he locked the door tightly according to the instructions of the staff.

Falling into the soft bed, Yan Qingluo looked at the bright light on the ceiling and fell into deep thought.

This world is so different from Cui Wei's continent, and I don't know how long she will stay here.

Judging from the fact that this body has no magic or spiritual power, returning to Cui Wei Continent is a fantasy.

Yan Qingluo rolled around on the bed holding the pillow. She had been cultivating spiritual power for more than two hundred years! It hurts like hell! I hope that when I return to Cui Wei Continent, I won’t have any trouble with my practice.

On the other side, Xue Chengyou was blow-drying his hair in the room. The look in Yan Qingluo's eyes when he looked in the mirror just now seemed to be strange to him?

Xue Chengyou shook his head and dismissed this ridiculous idea.

Are you unfamiliar with your own appearance? It’s not like I’m acting in a time-travel film or television drama.

Although with Xue Chengyou's status, it was not unusual for women to throw themselves into his arms, Xue Chengyou still habitually asked Xu Weishu to trace Yan Qingluo's background.

Not long after, Xu Weishu called back, "Yan Qingluo, his parents died in a car accident when he was sixteen, and he grew up with his half-brother."

Xu Weishu summed it up by saying, "My family background is very simple."