Mr. Tan's Mr. Tan

"Are you crazy..." Qian Yutong looked at Tan Xiao.

"Huh?" Tan Xiao took the gun as a soldier, and looked up at Qian Yutong.

Qian Yutong looked at the dead game on the chessboard, and frowned, "Didn't watch the Internet these two days?"

"Look." Tan Xiao said calmly, with a clear voice.

The annual network best anchor voting activity officially started.

This is nothing like previous years, but this year when Tan Xiao returned to China, he lost his vest. After a series of Internet exposure incidents, his popularity has not decreased but increased, and his voice has overwhelmed thousands of troops.

Fans of other anchors quit, and a small internet celebrity with more than [-] fans posted a long Weibo, accusing Tan Xiaoqiang of dominating resources, and even saying that he hadn't released a show in four years, so he was not eligible to participate in the selection.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, the fans of the talk supported Tan Xiao, scolded other fans for being blind and bullshit, and listed evidence, saying that Tan Xiao's previous programs could easily be the best anchor in 80 years.

Then it was sprayed back, and other fans sneered and said: Do you know that you have defended others so early?Have people recognized you?It's not boring to talk to yourself!I blush for you!

Everyone, you spray me and I spray you, the swords and swords are so lively.

The two groups of people fought red-faced, the enemy's enemy is a friend, and the fans who were not talking fans pinched together, the talking fans were immediately isolated and helpless, and Tan Xiao, who couldn't be beaten to death after a thousand calls... still couldn't come out.

After a few days of torment, the exhausted Tan Fan was decisively angry after seeing other idols comforting, stroking, hugging and stimulating fans of one family!

Talking fans began to feel that Tan Xiao was unfeeling, and some fans who had been killed for several days were exhausted and bluntly said that it was really tiring to have such an idol who didn't know the truth and didn't unite with them, and gave up.

The style of painting suddenly changed, and the hot topic on Weibo that day #谈笑励粉# was on the list for two days under the resentment of the majority of fans.

"You are really..." Qian Yutong couldn't find an adjective, "You are really... so calm."

"Yeah." Tan Xiao smiled, and the bombardment crossed the border, and it was over.

Qian Yutong: "..."

Depend on! !

"Stop playing!" Qian Yutong said angrily.

Don't play if you don't play, Tan Xiao leaned on the chair, holding a cup of tea and chuckling.

"Okay, okay," Qian Yutong closed the chessboard and lit a cigarette, "Are you going to deal with this matter coldly? Your reputation is ruined."

"Ah." Tan Xiao took a sip of tea, "Isn't the usual style of talking and laughing cold?"

"I've actually been meaning to ask you a question," Qian Yutong glared at him.

"Well, you ask." Tan Xiao took off his cigarette.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Qian Yutong said bluntly.

No matter how indifferent to fame and wealth, there should be a limit, right?

A good reputation has turned into a bad reputation, make trouble!

"Hmm... Maybe there is—why, is this included in the reward and punishment system for radio station employees? Will I be deducted? Or should I be dismissed?"

Tan Xiao propped his chin, and seemed to think about it seriously, "If you revoke my title of director, I will quit."

Qian Yutong: "..."

What the hell is indifferent to fame and fortune... Act like he didn't say it.

After Qian Yutong left, Lalan took his original seat.

Tan Xiaomeowed, lazily jumped onto his lap again.

He stroked his lazy fur, leisurely and sad.

After a leisurely afternoon, the Weibo network that had been complaining for several days did not end because of Tan Xiao's cold treatment.

Zhao Xu went out to do errands and parked the company's car outside the radio station. After get off work in the afternoon, Tan Xiao drove back by himself. He just got off the elevator and was hit by something when he stepped out of the radio station not far away.

He subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and an egg rotted on the briefcase.

Broken eggshells and egg whites and yolks slid off the briefcase sticky.

Tan Xiao looked up, and a group of masked men in masks held eggs high and glared at each other.

In the next moment, there was no time to react, and eggs were thrown like raindrops.

Tan Xiao used his briefcase as cover, hiding lazily and panicking, getting into the car and running while hiding.

Pedestrians noticed the abnormality here and screamed, and the security guard of the radio station ran over wielding electric prods.

"What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing! Stop!"

"Call the police!"

"Go and call someone!"

"An accident happened at the entrance of the station! Please help!"

The scene was chaotic, and the security guards didn't dare to really use the electric batons, and they didn't dare to really hurt anyone. They danced the electric batons, and they were able to protect Tan Xiao.

There were so many people on the other side, the two security guards on the front line were outnumbered, and they were beaten all over their heads and faces.

"Director Tan, get in the car! Hurry up!"

Someone shouted in the confusion.

"He's gone! Don't let him go!"

Fuck!

Tan Xiao put the briefcase on top of his head, managed to escape to the car door and tried to open it, when the back of his neck was suddenly hit hard.

Tan Xiao only heard a buzzing in his ear, and then straight up, he fell backwards.

"bump--!"

The crowd fell silent.

Lazy got out of his arms, and anxiously turned around his head, pushing the pads and pushing again.

Blood spilled from the back of his head, dissipating heat on the cold winter ground.

"...dead...dead?"

"Kill people to death!"

"Talk to death!"

"Boss Tan!"

Tan Jiping turned over a page of paper, hummed in a low voice, and asked what happened.

Ouyang Yun ran over with his mobile phone, almost panicked.

"Director Tan has been attacked!"

"What?" Tan Jiping suddenly turned his head to look at Ouyang Yun, he put down the decision to dismiss Tan Minghui from his post, and took the phone to read it.

Swiping through Weibo with my finger, this time on the Jiugongge, it is not Tan Xiao who was secretly photographed from various angles, but a big and generous frontal photo of Tan Xiao.

In every photo, there is a large piece of blood that can't be blocked even with a mosaic, spreading under that handsome face.

It was suffocatingly bright red.

Tan Jiping couldn't control the trembling of his fingers.

"...Hurry up, contact Qian Yutong quickly and take me to the scene! Hurry up!!"

"what!!!"

Luo Feng went crazy, grabbed the key and ran outside.

Yu Nian didn't even bother to take off the apron, so she hurried to catch up with him.

Yu Nian grabbed the driver's seat, and Luo Feng cried while holding the steering wheel.

"Let go, let go, let go, I'm going to find Xiaoxiao!"

Luo Feng was so emotional that Yu Nian resolutely refused to let him drive.

"Where are you going? Come on, tell me, I'll take you there in a car, don't worry, young man, don't worry! Stop crying, be good, stop, take a deep breath, come, tell me what's wrong, what happened to Tan Xiao ?”

"Go to the radio station," Luo Feng covered his face and sat on the co-pilot, "Go to the radio station first! Hurry up!"

Yu Nian left immediately.

"Brother Feng," Yu Nian glanced at Luo Feng, "Hey, don't get too excited..."

"Why don't you make me excited!" Luo Feng kicked the front of the car fiercely, "Tan Xiao was beaten! He fell to the ground! He was unconscious!"

He couldn't contain his fear and pathos.

It said on Weibo that...Tan Xiao was unconscious, maybe...dead.

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In the afternoon, Qian Yutong and Tan Xiao left after playing a game of chess. Although there were voices denouncing Tan Xiao on the Internet at that time, they were not loud or extreme. In the uploaded audio, Tan Xiao suddenly became a hot topic again.

On the cusp, a hot topic.

#Talking and laughing gay#

#谈笑 means upper position#

#Explore the dirty deal of duplicity#

The audio of an obvious obsessive sex scene swept everyone's attention, like a stormy sea, destroying Tan Xiao's beautiful image to nothing.

"Recording...I'm...stopping..."

"... Pain... Ah, uh... Ping... Ah!"

"I'm recording...wait...wait!"

"...Get out, get out! It hurts!"

"If...if, uh! Ah... woo, after finishing this scene, can you, forgive me, I..."

"As long as you don't beg for mercy, I will give you what you want."

"Okay, you just... come—ah—"

"You beg me."

"Please let me let you go, and I will give you money too."

"You beg me!!"

Luo Feng turned off the audio.

I have the heart to kill.

Yu Nian also frowned.

He still doesn't know much about the tortuous story between Tan Xiao and Tan Ji, and he was shocked to hear this audio.

"Brother Feng," Yu Nian said, "here we are."

Luo Feng rolled out of the car, leaving a pool of blood where Tan Xiao fell to the ground, and he was gone.

Qian Yutong led his two assistants past Luo Feng with a livid face, and Luo Feng stopped him.

"Where's Tan Xiao?"

"Young hero!" Qian Yutong stopped, clutching at straws, "Central Hospital! Tan Jiping has already gone, you go and see, I still have to deal with it here, and I can't get away!"

Luo Feng turned his head and returned to the car, Qian Yutong said loudly: "Please!"