I, ET, mixed entertainment circle

"You, you remember..." Zhao Qingyuan's expression changed drastically, his hands trembled in shock, and he almost jumped up, when he suddenly recovered, Yang Qibei said "thank you".

If he really remembered what happened that night and woke up, how could he say thank you?Already swiped his fist.

Looking at Yang Dasha's "trendy fashion", uneven length, and lack of a large piece of dog-eating hair style, Zhao Qingyuan sighed heavily, took the man and got into the "car hailing car" that was slowly driving, and made it himself. If the sin is not repaid, I can't bear it.

In the end, he had made up his mind to go to that hotel and knew it well. Your love and my wish turned into a scoop... Hold the grass, retribution!I don't know if it's Yang Dasha's retribution, or his own retribution?

Zhao Qingyuan took a sneak peek from under the sunglasses. Yang Dasha, who had been concentrating on the scene outside the front window, turned his head sensitively, narrowed his eyes and grinned, and let out a smirk.

Zhao Qingyuan choked so hard that his breath was trapped in his chest.

Precious!He stared back angrily, rested quietly with his chest in his arms, and ignored people.

I just caught up with a variety show announcement last night, and was released in the early hours of the morning. My eyes were a little red. If it weren't for Yang... Yang Dasha's crap can't be known, why would he need to wrap himself up with the masked thief? It seems that you have to avoid the eyes and ears of Brother Qi and his assistant Yingzi, and come to pick him up secretly?

After the news about the Yang family came out, Brother Qi happily said that he was lucky, and that Yang Dasha had neither the ability nor the time to seek revenge from him, and he repeatedly told him that Yang Qibei is now a vicious dog falling into the water , some old grievances and new enmities want to fight it, so let him never get involved with Yang Dasha again.

Zhao Qingyuan knew that he was not a good thing. He dropped out of school in the [-]th or [-]th to join this weird circle. Although he was young, he had seen a lot of things. Most of the circles were bright and beautiful on the outside, but dirty and smelly on the inside. There is no lower limit.

How can a person not get wet when he is wading in the muddy pond?He is not the second generation with a hard background.

But if he doesn't do some things, his conscience can't bear it, and he will have nightmares at night.

The car stopped in front of a secluded neighborhood, under the vigilant eyes of the driver, the masked man silently tapped his mobile phone to pay the fare, and walked into the neighborhood with the quiet and well-behaved Yang Dasha.

"Hello, who are you looking for?" The security guard's eyes fell on the "masked man", and his vigilance was immediately raised.

"Room 12, Block A, Building 307, Mr. Wu's new tenant, surnamed Yang."

Before coming here, Zhao Qingyuan had already called Lao Wu, booked a small second apartment for Yang Dasha, paid half a year's rent and a deposit, it wasn't that he didn't want to rent a smaller room to save some money, but this man, the youngest in Lao Wu's hands, My rental house is a small second bedroom.

The little bit of guilt he felt towards Yang Dasha was worth this little money, nothing more.

Although this neighborhood is a bit old, it was considered a top-ranked high-end neighborhood in Qingmian City when it opened, with good privacy and property management. When he was raped by Zigola, he rented Lao Wu together with another artist. The house, although a little expensive, is worth the money.

Lao Wu is a low-key wealthy generation who made a fortune by speculating in real estate. He bought half of the No. 12 Anjingyuan building, plus other properties in other places. He can be regarded as a small boss with assets worth hundreds of millions.Now that he is a little older, Boss Wu washes his hands and goes ashore. The rent is 10,000+ per month, so don't live too chicly.

Lao Wu is kind to others, and he is transparent and strict. He lives like a Maitreya Buddha, with only a little problem. He is a half-grandfather in his 40s, and he looks like a young man-standard dog, so he would rather rent a house. At a low point, I am willing to rent it to beautiful little fresh meats, and for this reason, Zhao Qingyuan and Lao Wu have a very good relationship.

In the case of Yang Dasha, what Zhao Qingyuan could think of was that Lao Wu could temporarily settle down here, otherwise, Yang Qibei's virtue and popularity, coupled with the current popularity of Yang's case and his miserable state... I'm afraid Not to be eaten alive by the paparazzi.

Hearing the door number reported by the "masked man", the security guard dubiously made a phone call before letting them go. They were still worried that if they decided to stay, they must come to the property to register and get a card.

Following what Lao Wu said on the phone, Zhao Qingyuan took out a spare key under the floor mat at the door of 307, opened the door, and led the person in.

"...You will live here these days. If you want to eat, you can call the property management. I have saved some money. Don't open fire at home, so as not to burn Lao Wu's house down. You can go to the streets! Water, electricity Will they all be used?"

Zhao Qingyuan didn't know that he was such a long-winded person, but looking at Yang Dasha's silly, cute and amazed little eyes from time to time, he talked too much without knowing it. Looking at Yang Qibei like this, he didn't look like a fool You idiot, you still have common sense in life... right?

Zhao Qingyuan looked hesitantly at Yang Dasha, who followed closely behind him, and asked: "Mobile phone, do you have a mobile phone? Can you make calls?"

Yang Qibei was slightly taken aback, as if thinking about it, he took out a custom-made diamond-encrusted mobile phone that looked very expensive from his trouser pocket, nodded affirmatively, and said firmly: "Yes!"

Zhao Qingyuan looked at Yang Dasha's innocent and resolute expression, and suddenly didn't know what to say: "Do you have any relatives or friends that I can help contact?"

Yang Qibei blinked, then slowly but firmly shook his head.

"……Fine!"

Zhao Qingyuan choked again, and sighed helplessly—he didn't sigh as much in his life as he does today!

I had to tell Yang Xiaobai: "If you don't think of anyone you can trust, don't make random calls, and don't tell others that you live here, otherwise there will be no peace."

It's a bit pitiful when you think about it, an old man of 37 or [-] years old, when he is rich and powerful, he is the fifth son of a diamond. .

tsk tsk!

When he said something, Yang Dasha nodded seriously, and when he didn't speak, Yang Dasha stared intently at his face. For a moment, Zhao Qingyuan was in a daze, thinking that he was put on the apex of his heart by Yang Qibei people!

Shocked by this terrible hallucination, Zhao Qingyuan shook the goose bumps on his body, and decided not to have any more contact with this fool, it would be contagious!

"You stay in peace and don't cause trouble. I'm leaving."

He dug out a wad of cash and stuffed it into Yang Dasha's hand, turned around and left. Yang Qibei was holding the big bills blankly, staring intently at Zhao Qingyuan's back.

"Grass!"

Zhao Qingyuan took a few steps, cursed, turned around abruptly, and said harshly, "Bring the phone!"

Yang Dasha happily ran over and handed over the phone.

"You, why don't you stick so close to me, move away! Do you remember the lock screen password? Swipe it away."

Zhao Qingyuan put his elbows against the uncle who was pasting him in distaste, and felt a little secretly proud, hum, we are so pretty, even a fool would like it.

Yang Qibei blinked, a little aggrieved, thought for a few seconds, and quickly opened the lock screen of the smartphone skillfully.

Zhao Qingyuan snatched the phone, tapped his phone number, saved it, and angrily marked the name of "Big Head".

He is the boss, and he can't be wronged more than the boss!I really don't know in which life I owed Yang Dasha.

"Don't fight if you have nothing to do, it's better not to fight if you have something to do!"

Zhao Qingyuan had a handsome face, covered his head and covered his face, and ran away sneakily and angrily.

Yang Qibei looked at the retreating figure reluctantly, licked his lips, and closed the door decisively.

He walked to the middle of the living room, sat on the floor, quietly closed his eyes, and carefully experienced the "emotional waves" of this world.

Joy, anger, shame, fear, admiration, jealousy... come from endless emotional sources, there are countless emotional waves near or far, thick or light, rippling in the air, even in the atmosphere, there are various, The original electromagnetic waves densely covered in various wave bands are full of vivid emotions.

To him, living in this world is equivalent to living among the food of the whole world. What a wonderful thing this is, a happiness that cannot even be imagined in dreams!

It's a pity that his spiritual cloud was seriously injured in the turbulence of time and space, and his "digestion and absorption" function had a huge problem. Except for the core of his body, other emotions could not be absorbed at all!Now, he has integrated his life imprint into this body, that is, he can only absorb and digest the emotions that others have towards this body itself.

Waste, waste!This is simply a waste of resources with life!

Thinking of his half-starved compatriots in the mother galaxy, his whole spiritual cloud is immersed in guilt and nostalgia.

In any case, even if he can only absorb one billionth of the emotional wave, it is enough for him to slowly repair his physical body and spiritual core, eat and drink enough, and live a happy life on earth.

Yang Qibei took a deep breath of the emotional waves that he could feel around him intoxicated, and once again sadly affirmed that he could smell the sad reminder that he couldn't eat.

All he can eat now is the various emotions that humans on Earth have had against "Yang Qibei" in the past month or so - they have to be face to face, and they won't be able to absorb them if they are far away!

Even so, Yang ET "looked" contentedly at the spiritual core hanging high in his sea of ​​consciousness, the nuclear light that was so dark that it was almost annihilated when he first arrived on the earth, already has a little dim luster, as long as he can absorb enough emotion Bo, recovery is not a problem, even, maybe... He can quietly hope to improve his spiritual core?

During the one and a half months lying in Lao Zhou's clinic, he had to slowly and cautiously look through the contents of his physical memory cells, and at the same time, he had to pay attention not to be noticed by human beings for any major abnormalities - the way that barbaric and civilized human beings deal with aliens. , He definitely doesn't want to try.

The more barbarous the civilization, the more innocent and cruel the intelligent life.

Even in his home galaxy, with such a developed intelligent civilization, intelligent people will never show any extra sympathy for these "alien".

Fortunately, Yang Qibei was cut open. Although the fatal wound on his head was repaired by him immediately, some "sequelae" are in line with the common sense of this world. Slowly sort out the fragments of physical memory.

If it weren't for those Yang family members who contributed wave after wave of strong and rich emotions such as "hatred", "jealousy", "disdain", "gloating", etc., he might not have survived.

The Yang family are all "good" people!