Is this the fat orange you dropped?

He Yu raised his lips, "You were so afraid of me before?"

Xie Xiaobao sat down and counted his scary places with his fingers, "he is tall and has a straight face all day long", "speaks coldly", "the eyes feel like knives"...

Not afraid of death, he listed all kinds of scary things about He Yu, but Xie Xiaobao suddenly changed the subject.

"...But these are all superficial. After getting familiar with you, I realize that you are super good." And it's not scary at all.

It is so deep that you can hit a stick and give the essence of a sweet date.

"Ghost spirit."

He Yu lowered his eyes to look at him, his dark pupils seemed to be shining in the sun, and his tone was helpless and doting.

Xie Xiaobao looked away and looked away. The film crew had already taken their positions and started a new filming. He asked out of words: "Aren't you going back?"

He Yu took out his mobile phone and checked the time. He had just returned to China, and the company still had a lot of things to deal with. He pursed his lips and said warmly, "I'll be going back soon, and I'll see you when I'm done."

Xie Xiaobao was actually just asking casually, he didn't expect that he was really going to leave, he was stunned for a moment before he said: "Then I'll take you out?"

"No need." He Yu patted his head and said with a smile, "You sent me out and I sent you back?"

"I'll just go by myself."

He Yu got up, waved to him, then turned and walked out. Xie Xiaobao stared at his back for a long time, until his cheeks felt hot again, and then he looked away.

After He Yu left the film and television base, he called Fang Huaiyue.

"Go and check on Yang Qifei, and the trumpet that broke the news on Weibo."

Fang Huaiyue knew what he meant, but thinking about what he had encountered before, he still said truthfully: "The trumpet who broke the news is already investigating, and Yang Qifei also investigated, but Fengsheng said they would handle it themselves, I hope we Don't meddle."

"Is it Xie Yan's meaning?"

"……Yes."

He Yu's eyebrows frowned, "Then let them do what they want, Yang Qifei will continue to watch over there, and if there are clues, send them directly to Fengcheng."

Fang Huaiyue didn't quite understand his intentions, Feng Sheng and He's old enemies for so many years, they didn't talk about fighting in the ring, but they didn't take the initiative to show their favor to each other.

Unable to understand He Yu's intentions, Fang Huaiyue didn't ask any further questions, as long as he followed He Yu's request.

And Yang Qifei, who they were discussing, was hiding in a small hotel at the moment.

After the truth was revealed, the funder didn't care about him, and the agent couldn't get in touch. After drinking all night in self-defeating, he ran away early the next morning.

The agent ignored him, and it was obvious that he was turning against him, treating him as an abandoned son. If the person in charge of breaking the news knew about it, he would definitely sell him, and he did more than just this...

Yang Qifei's mind was muddled, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

When Fengsheng asked him to go back to the company, he subconsciously hid.

He came out in a hurry, and he didn't dare to go home to pack his things. He packed up the bags in the hotel and found a small hotel where no one would pay attention.

The environment of the small hotel was dirty and messy. The windows in the rooms were small, and there was no ventilation or lighting. The room was filled with a damp and pungent musty smell all day long.The white sheets and quilts were dirty yellow, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts and no one cleaned them up.

Yang Qifei has not been in contact with such an environment for several years. Ever since he entered the entertainment industry and got his first financial backer, he has lived a life full of luxury.

Thinking of the culprit who made him fall into such a state, Yang Qifei's eyes turned red, and he smashed the ashtray on the table to the ground.There was a bang on the tiled floor, followed by a rude yelling from the proprietress.

The obese proprietress twisted her body and went upstairs, her fingers clenched into fists and she knocked on the door, "What are you crazy about? If something breaks, you will have to pay for it!"

"Get lost!" Yang Qifei panted violently, picked up the ashtray on the ground and slammed it on the door.

His chest heaved violently, his body trembled slightly, and his face was still flushed abnormally.He panted for a while, shaking his hands, took out a box of exquisitely packaged cigarettes from his trouser pocket. There were only three cigarettes left in the box, which was his last stock.

Shakingly lit one and put it in his mouth, the white smoke surrounded him, and Yang Qifei finally relaxed.

He took out his phone and logged on to Weibo. The Weibo he posted earlier was still on the top, and many fans commented and asked him what was wrong.

He sneered, his expression was calm but his eyes were filled with madness, "If you don't let me have a better time, don't think about it either."

He took a deep breath, deleted the previous Weibo, and immediately edited a new Weibo.

[Sorry, I was wrong, please let me go. @谢小宝@风景娱乐官方微博]

Click to send.

He threw the phone aside and fell on the messy bed with a distorted and crazy expression.

Yang Qifei's new Weibo became popular as soon as it came out.

His fans were all frightened, and the rational ones were still asking what happened, but the irrational ones had already organized a group to Xie Xiaobao to follow Feng Sheng's official blog and ask them to give an explanation.

Even though the public relations team found the water army to control the field, Weibo was still full of smog, and there was round after round of scolding.

Xie Yan's private Weibo was also blown up, but he didn't ask anyone to speak up or come forward to clarify.

Xie Yan lay back on the back of the chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Come in." Xie Yan sat up straight and looked towards the door.

"Mr. Xie, the He family sent someone to deliver a letter, saying that someone suspected of Yang Qifei was found in a small hotel." The secretary conveyed He's words to Xie Yan.

"A letter from He Shi?"

"Yes."

"You take someone to look for it, and come as planned."

The secretary nodded and backed out.

The secretary first went to the small hotel to watch the whistle, and after confirming that the person inside was Yang Qifei, he called the police to report.

"Yes, we found an artist in the company taking drugs. He hid after being discovered. We just found him. Now we need the help of comrades from the police. If it is confirmed that he is taking drugs, we will hand it over to the police."

After reporting the address, three police officers rushed over quickly.

The secretary said: "People are hiding inside."

The policeman looked serious, and seeing that he had confirmed it, he took the people directly into the small hotel.The secretary took out Yang Qifei's photo, "What room does this person live in?"

The proprietress showed fear, "In room 0505, there is a young man wearing a mask who looks very similar to the person in the photo. Did he commit a crime? Let me just say, he hides in the room every day and smashes things. This kind of person should He was caught and imprisoned for a few days!"

The policeman nodded at her and went straight upstairs.

The environment of this hotel is really bad. People standing in the corridor can hear the movement in the room. The three police officers looked at each other and asked the secretary to knock on the door.

The secretary raised his hand and knocked three times, the sound of smashing things inside paused, and then there was the sound of heavy footsteps, and the door of the room was slammed open, "You're fucking endless, I'll pay for it if you smash it—" rise.

Yang Qifei was like a duck that was suddenly strangled, and then reacted suddenly, wanting to close the door.

But the police hiding on the side had already rushed up and blocked the door. One of them restrained Yang Qifei, who wanted to run, with his hands cut behind his back, while the other rushed into the room to search.

Yang Qifei roared with red eyes, "What are you doing! Why arrest me?"

There was still a faint smoke in the hotel room, and there was half an unfinished slender cigarette beside the ashtray on the bedside table.

The policeman opened the window for ventilation, then picked up the cigarette and asked to smell it, "Take it back for a blood and urine test."

A huge panic swept Yang Qifei. This was his biggest secret. Even his manager never said, "I'm not taking drugs, you can't catch me..."

The policeman glanced at him, "Go back and do an inspection to find out."

Two policemen pushed Yang Qifei out, and the secretary kindly reminded him: "He hid on a temporary basis, and he didn't have time to go home."

Before the police came to answer the question, the sullen Yang Qifei suddenly turned his head and stared at the secretary, "What nonsense are you talking about!" His pupils were dilated, but his emotions were abnormally excited, and his cheeks were still flushed sickly.

"If it is determined that the suspect has taken drugs, we will apply for a search warrant." The police handcuffed Yang Qifei, put him in a police car, and said to the secretary.

The secretary nodded and stood there watching them leave.

The photos of Yang Qifei being taken away were quickly posted on the Internet. It was not Fengsheng, but another Weibo account.

Dirty hotel room, Yang Qifei whose hands were cut behind the back by the police, bloodshot eyes, and half-smoked cigarette beside the ashtray.

The Weibo trumpet broke the news straight to the point.

[The popular young student Yang Qifei was arrested on suspicion of drug abuse. ]

This Weibo almost covered all the influential entertainment news accounts in the circle.

Yang Qifei's Weibo post of "please let me go" caused countless scolding battles, but now that this untrue revelation came out, it was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, and it exploded with a "bang".