After falling off the horse, he was pestered by giants to form CP[Entertainment]

"Who? Me? Sexual harassment? Me?" A few big question marks fell down.

Xin Yu quickly clicked on the first trending Weibo, and saw that it was published in the form of a long Weibo, with tens of thousands of retweets, more than 8 comments, and more than [-] likes.

To be honest, this data is already the level that only a little pink in the entertainment industry can achieve.

The long microblog compiled by this blogger mainly talks about three things:

1. Xin Yu sexually harassed the male model of the same company.

2. Xin Yu hugged Yan Xiwen's thigh, sucking blood.

3. Xin Yu played a big game, and when he was interviewed by Shide Entertainment, he gave up and left.

To sum it up in one sentence:

"This newcomer who relied on Yan Xiwen to take the position is a rogue."

"What? When did I do these things?" Xin Yu was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw this long Weibo.

The first thing to sort out is the three accompanying pictures, which look a little blurry.

The first one is the night of the banquet when attending the fashion show in Milan. Qiao Yimu went into the bathroom first, then Xin Yu also went in, and finally Qiao Yimu ran out with tears in his eyes in disheveled clothes.

The second thing is that I have been in and out of Yan Xiwen's private house many times, and I still put my hands in Yan Xiwen's pockets on the bench in the park. From the photo, I can only see my profile, but that smile is really captured. Just right, smiling slyly like a fox who stole fish.

The third thing doesn’t even need to show a picture, this is well known, how many viewers have witnessed it with their own eyes, in the live broadcast of Xin Yu’s interview with Shiya Entertainment, he was temporarily replaced by someone else in the second half.

To sum up, the accumulation of these three crimes is enough to beat yourself into the ground and you can't get it out.

And the comments below this Weibo became the hardest hit.

[Forever and Forever]: "It's too ex. I heard that Qiao Yimu is only 19 years old. How did he manage to do it? He doesn't look tall, but his thoughts are still fucking grand. Before he's popular, he's sexually harassing , if this is a bit famous, it won't go to heaven?"

[Love has run aground]: "Why do you cue my family Wenwen, Wenwen has been in enough trouble recently, let him go."

[Large Cup of Red Bean Milk Tea]: "Get out, what good is Yan Xiwen? A violent element, an obscene element, oh my god, plus a traitor Fu Yusi who discriminates against Chinese people, Guns and Flowers are all villains, Don't rob me, Yan Xin's CP is [locked] by me."

【Peel】: "Actually, I really like Xin Yu's face, it's too cute to hate, and it's taken out of context with just a few photos, what can't be written by the newspaper in order to make money these days, I haven't issued a statement yet , don't spout, maybe he and Qiao Yimu are lovers in the first place."

[Nenniu Wufang is here]: "Corruption nmsl, couples? Couples ran out crying? Why are you still having sex?"

Xin Yu didn't dare to read any more after only reading a few articles. Netizens could come up with 1 reasons to argue that these three things are true. His appearance on the stage was inexplicable, and coupled with this iron-clad photo, he was I can't even wash it off.

At this time, I can't stand up and say, "Your farting is obviously an unspoken rule of the company's senior management. The young model has a relationship with me." Suffer some malicious criticism.

If this matter hadn't been related to Qiao Yimu, he would have jumped out to slap the person who posted on Weibo and those netizens who don't know right from wrong.

But who is the person who posted on Weibo? He knows his own affairs very well, and even followed him to Milan.

At this time, Yan Xiwen suddenly pushed the door open and walked in, with a really ugly expression on his face.

He walked quickly to the computer, raised his hand and swiped the mouse to close the page.

Xin Yu looked at him with a dead silence in his heart.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say, and he wasn't even in the mood to refute.

In the past, when I read scandals about celebrity artists, I would feel that there is nothing like nothing, even if it is whitewashed, it is just a public relations method of the entertainment company. What's more, I don't have such a loyal fan at all, and the comments are completely one-sided.

"Put on clothes." Yan Xiwen said hurriedly, then turned and walked out.

After waiting outside for a long time, Xin Yu did not come out. He went back to the room to look, but saw Xin Yu still sitting blankly in front of the computer, like a dummy who lost his soul.

"Let's go, what are you doing?" Yan Xiwen became impatient, and his voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Where are you going?" Xin Yu asked in a daze.

"Go to the company to make a clarification statement, don't you want to confirm these out-of-context scandals?"

"No." Xin Yu was anxious, his face and voice were trembling.

"Why?" Yan Xiwen really hated iron but steel, and really wanted to pry open his head to see if it was gruel.

"Because... because that day in the bathroom, it was the senior management of Guns N' Roses who tried to do something in the bathroom."

"So?" Yan Xiwen raised an eyebrow.

"So once the truth is told, it will inevitably affect the other party, Qiao Yimu. This kid is really not easy. I harass him, and the high-level harass him are completely different concepts. Do you understand that if he becomes popular one day, Everyone will disgust him with these shitty things, and wonder if he accepted the unspoken rules of the company to get good resources, because people's hearts are really scary."

When Xin Yu said this, his eyes were red. Although he spoke clearly, the sense of grievance in those words was too obvious.

"So what about your own life, can you just give up? Do you know what kind of impact these rumors will have on you once they are confirmed? Let me tell you, even kindness should have a limit. Don't let your kindness become The knife in someone else's hand."

Saying that, Yan Xiwen pressed Xin Yu's shoulder, stared at his eyes seriously, and said almost word by word:

"Even if you are kind, you must ensure that you are not harmed."

After all, Yan Xiwen pulled Xin Yu's coat from the hanger, put it on manually for him, and pulled him outside.

But just before the two of them left, Xin Yu unexpectedly received a call from someone.

Qiao Yimu.

Qiao Yimu's voice sounded exhausted, and he almost asked in a begging tone if he could meet now.

"Now?" Xin Yu asked.

Yan Xi's document must be Qiao Yimu's call, so he grabbed the phone directly: "If you have anything to say to the company, let's talk openly and honestly, there is no need for extra meetings."

Xin Yu quickly snatched back the phone, ran to the balcony, and tried to avoid Yan Xiwen: "I'll go find you now, where are you?"

"My house is surrounded by a lot of reporters, I can't stay here, I will go out through the small door, and we will meet at the coffee shop on Chengyang Road."

After hanging up the phone, Xin Yu secretly glanced at Yan Xiwen who was still standing in the entrance and was about to explode, walked over, cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm:

"It's getting late. Let's talk about it tomorrow. I have to go home first. My sister is calling me."

Yan Xiwen looked at him disdainfully, obviously not believing:

"I don't make drafts when I lie. Didn't I call my sister before I came here? I'm afraid you are going to see that kid Qiao Yimu."

"What are you talking about? It's almost eleven o'clock. I'm going to sleep too." Xin Yu muttered, bypassing Yan Xiwen to go out.

But Yan Xiwen didn't care, stepped forward to block the door, and looked at him condescendingly:

"In that case, let's stay here tonight. It's inconvenient to go back alone at night."

"That can't be done. Now that you are on the cusp of the storm, there is no guarantee that there will be no reporters squatting near your house. What if I go out tomorrow morning and get photographed, then there will be too many mouths to tell."

And Yan Xiwen, unmoved at all, used his extraordinary height and handle to block the door firmly, as if he would not let Xin Yu go no matter what he said today.

"Don't do this, let me out quickly." Xin Yu was anxious, and even started to push Yan Xiwen with his hands.

Yan Xiwen lost his patience, so he simply committed himself to hugging Xin Yu by the waist and carrying it on his shoulders. Xin Yu was completely stunned by his words, and Yan Xiwen carried him up before he could say "Put me down" On the second floor, throw it on the bed——

"What Qiao Yimu wants to tell you, I can think of it with my trouser belt. Don't be a good person anymore. If you don't get any benefits, you will just push yourself into the abyss. Be obedient and sleep well. We will have a good night's sleep tomorrow. Let's go to the company."

Saying that, Yan Xiwen closed the door and locked it from the outside.

Xin Yu sat on the bed, a little dazed.

At this time, Qiao Yimu also sent a message asking where he was.

Xin Yu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He glanced at the opposite window.

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The last time he escaped by jumping out of the window was when he was imprisoned by Liao Xuanyu; unexpectedly, the feng shui took turns, but it never turned to his side. This time, he actually wanted to escape from the house of the person he admired by jumping out of the window.

Speaking of it, it's really ridiculous.

Xin Yu pulled the sheets from the bed, cut them into several strips, tied them with knots, tied one end to the table leg, and the other end hung out of the window. Then, he slowly climbed down along the strips of cloth. As a result, the weight of the wooden table was not enough. Bearing Xin Yu's weight, the table was pulled to the window and stuck against the wall.

And this huge sound just attracted Yan Xiwen's attention.

He was in a bad mood, so he hurried upstairs to check. When he opened the door, there was no one in the room——

"You son of a bitch! If you were not killed, you would go to jail, I really want to..."

When Xin Yu jumped into the yard, he heard Yan Xiwen's shouting from above his head, and when he looked up, he saw him leaning over the window and yelling at him through gritted teeth.

Xin Yu smiled apologetically, and made a gesture that he thought he was handsome, and then ran out of the community in slippers.

Yan Xiwen also chased after him wearing slippers, but just a second later, Xin Yu stopped a passing taxi on the main road, jumped into the car and shouted at the driver in a hurry:

"Master, let's go, someone is chasing me from behind!"

When the taxi driver heard this, he thought he had encountered gangsters who only appeared in movies to murder and rob goods. The soul of the young and Dangerous boy who had been silent for many years suddenly burst out, handsomely put into gear, and kicked the accelerator and blasted out.

"I'll take you to the police station to report the crime first." The master warmly reminded.

"What?" Xin Yu was stunned for a moment, and then remembered what he said.

So he smiled embarrassedly: "I'm joking, don't take it seriously, go to the coffee shop on Chengyang Road."

"Hey, I'm so excited." The driver uncle grumbled, shifted to third gear, and drove slowly on the main city road.

On the way, Xin Yu was staring out the window in a daze, while the uncle driver observed the stupefied young man through the rearview mirror.

The more you look at it, the more familiar it is.

Then, he patted his thigh, turned on Weibo on his mobile phone while waiting for the red light, clicked on the first trending search, and compared the young man in the back seat through the photos.

That's bloody, life is full of drama.

"Are you that little model named Xin Yu?"

Xin Yu was in a daze, when he heard his name suddenly, he trembled in fright, and quickly looked at the driver uncle.

"You, you know me?" He asked fearfully, for fear that the uncle would leave him halfway.

The uncle held up his mobile phone and showed him: "Don't look at my age, uncle, but I'm also a well-known joker on Weibo. Everyone knows about your troubles. I received seven or eight news pushes in one night."

The corner of Xin Yu's mouth twitched, not knowing how to respond.

"Nowadays, people can write anything for money. It's too nonsense to define a person casually based on a few photos." The uncle said, shaking his head regretfully.

Xin Yu was overjoyed, and his eyes sparkled: "You, are you willing to believe me?"

"Hey, what a big deal. Don't those entertainment journalists rely on this to make a living? The hotter they are, the more popular they are. Not to mention anything else, just look at the photo he posted. Isn't there a cleaner standing at the door of the bathroom? , from the time you entered to the time you came out, the cleaner's posture has hardly changed, who can complete such a complex project of threatening and obscenity in such a short period of time."

The uncle curled his lips in disdain.

"There is still thigh hugging. I wonder if they have no friends or what. If they have a good relationship with anyone, they will hug thighs. In that case, they are too pitiful."

Hearing what the uncle said, Xin Yu felt sad and moved at once, but the word "thank you" stuck in his throat and rolled back and forth. He was really afraid that when he opened his mouth, only his own grievance and crying would come out.

Middle-aged uncles have always been regarded by young people as a symbol of pedantry and stubbornness, but even a middle-aged uncle who has been criticized as pedantic can figure out something, why can't these self-proclaimed avant-garde young people not understand.

"Here we are, the total is 16 yuan."

The car stopped in front of a slightly romantic coffee shop, the uncle reminded with a smile.

Xin Yu quickly regained consciousness, paid the money and got out of the car.

Before the car drove away, he seriously bowed ninety degrees to the uncle and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you."

The uncle waved his hand: "Hey, little things, young man, come on."

Until the uncle drove away, Xin Yu still stubbornly maintained that bowing action.

With his head down, he could only see the cotton slippers he wore from Yan Xiwen's house, with two rabbit ears on them.

When did Yan Xiwen still have this hobby?

"Come in, it's too eye-catching to stand outside."

While Xin Yu was meditating, there was a light male voice, accompanied by a vague fragrance, a white hand pulled his arm and dragged him into the coffee shop.

I have to say that Qiao Yimu is really a young, beautiful and fashionable boy, even after seeing Yan Xiwen after getting used to him, he still feels his eyes shine.

The light brown sweater set off his face like snow, and his delicate features were well positioned on his face, especially his long light-colored eyelashes, which rested at the corners of his eyes like two fluttering butterflies.

While Xin Yu was still greedily admiring Qiao Yimu's prosperous beauty, he saw another man sitting in the booth from the corner of his eye.

"Ah, this is..." Xin Yu hurriedly greeted habitually.

The man was tall and thin, and his gestures were full of bookishness. At first glance, he looked like someone who had read a lot of books.

He got up and extended his hand to Xin Yu politely: "Hello, my name is Song Yusheng, and I'm Mu Mu's friend."

After his introduction, Xin Yu immediately understood.

What kind of friend is this? It's Qiao Yimu's same-sex lover.

No wonder Qiao Yimu was so devoted to him. Even if Xin Yu saw him for the first time, he still couldn't help but be attracted by his temperament.

Different from Yan Xiwen's arrogant and perverse temperament, Song Yusheng is really a very mature and humble person. Xin Yu even thought, if there is such a "gentle as jade" man in the world, he should be talking about Song Yusheng.

This is also different from the packaging made by the star-making factory. Song Yusheng is so natural that even Xin Yu, who is dull, has an excellent impression of him.

"I'm sorry to have called you out so late." Qiao Yimu looked a little tired, with a sickly beauty in his whole body.

"It's okay, I didn't sleep anyway." Xin Yu forced a smile.

"Then I'll get straight to the point. The company contacted me when Weibo first exposed this matter. They meant to wash it forcibly, but they also want to take this opportunity to let Brother Wen sell cp people to you. Suppose, attract a wave of rotten girl fans."

Xin Yu was stunned, and pointed to himself in disbelief: "You mean, Yan Xiwen and I..."

Qiao Yimu nodded: "Because I just got the invitation letter of Serway's fashion show, this is a very good opportunity for me, maybe, there will be no more in the future, so, I have to work hard on this matter Step back, as... the victim."

Xin Yu's heart turned cold, and he secretly clenched his hands: "So, do you want me to take the blame?"

Qiao Yimu also felt that this kind of suggestion was really inhumane, but helplessly, they were all pawns in the hands of the company, so they had no right to speak.

"I heard what they meant. They probably want to wash you as gay. You just confessed to me, and I fled the scene in a hurry because I was too scared, and I was photographed like that."

"Besides, Brother Wen has caused a lot of trouble due to the recent beating incident. In addition to this incident, the company probably has no choice but to try to use the method of frying CP to clean up."

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, it struck down without warning.

"Why did you make such a decision suddenly? There should be a better solution, right?"

Qiao Yimu shook his head:

"Speaking of it, you may not believe it. At the beginning, the company spent a lot of money to train brother Wen, just because the fortune teller said he was a noble person in Mr. Yang's life, but because of these things, the company's stock price plummeted, and it was already at the limit yesterday, and Mr. Yang himself also The capital turnover is not open. In the past two years, too much money has been invested in real estate development. As a result, those houses have become ghost buildings and have been abandoned there. Mr. Yang now owes more than one billion yuan and has been on the execution list. The company probably needs to be easy. Lord."

"If you say that you are bankrupt, you are bankrupt." Xin Yu couldn't believe it.

"We can't understand this kind of thing. It is said that it has been going on for many years. Brother Wen can only say that he offended no one else, but Song Lan, the son of Mr. Song who is about to become the company's largest shareholder."

"Song Lan?" Xin Yu asked in surprise.

He thought for a long time before he remembered who Song Lan was, the model who was injured by the chandelier before leaving for Italy.

Before that, Yan Xiwen comforted himself by saying that the rumors of Song Lan's discord with him were just a way for the company to steal his traffic.

It turned out that it was not a fake, but that they had planned it long ago.

"Brother Wen and Song Lan are really at odds. Speaking of which, you also know Brother Wen's temper. I guess Brother Wen gave Song Lan a lot of face when he first joined the company. As long as I know, there is Brother Wen's current assistant. Maverick, the gold medal assistant, was originally for Song Lan, but was asked to leave by Brother Wen, including his current manager, Di Lambert's fashion show, the two of them seem to have been robbing the company's top resources."

"This Song Lan is too narrow-minded."

Listening to Xin Yu like this, he felt that they were like children playing house.

"Listen to my advice, even if you hate Song Lan, you must have a good relationship with Song Lan. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. There are rumors in the company that when you replaced Song Lan on stage, the person who kidnapped you, It was Song Lan who found it, maybe he has already picked up all your information."

As soon as these words came out, Xin Yu only felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and the chill went straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"The reason why I say he is scary is because he and his father have been able to pretend to be grandsons in front of Mr. Yang for so many years. This kind of tolerance is really beyond the reach of ordinary people."

"very scary……"

"As for Brother Wen's stall, it can't be said that it has nothing to do with Song Lan, and Mr. Yang also saw this, and decided to save Brother Wen for the last time, give up Brother Wen's mainstream market, and enter the rotten girl market. You probably, You also have to be mentally prepared to wait until the day the company really changes hands, maybe the day you are abandoned."

In the past, Xin Yu felt that the word "abandoned" would never have anything to do with Yan Xiwen. He was like a god who looked down on all living beings, and he only needed to accept the worship of everyone. How could a god be easily abandoned.

There was a deep breath in the chest, and there was nowhere to vent it.

"I know it's heartless to say such things, but my chances are really running out, and I don't have much youth to waste, so can you help me this time?"

When Qiao Yimu said this, there was infinite expectation in his eyes. He was a child who had given up his good life to make others whole, so it was only natural that he would feel that others could also give up their own life to make him whole.

The sentence "I promise you" is the simplest pronunciation, but it is really too difficult to fulfill it.

Song Yusheng at the side gently held his hand and squeezed it gently, signaling him not to get too excited.

Xin Yu suddenly felt confused. If he agreed to him, he would give up his life and even Yan Xiwen's life. If he didn't agree to him, he couldn't bear it.

"Is there no other solution?" Xin Yu asked in frustration.

Qiao Yimu looked into his eyes for a long while before slowly answering:

"Yes, bring down Song Lan's father and make up for Mr. Yang's billion-dollar hole."

Finally a long sigh.

What is the difference between this solution and the Arabian Nights?

Some accidents, always one step ahead of the future, the Bailu Live Broadcasting Company, which was thought to be stable for a lifetime, went bankrupt when investors said it went bankrupt, and a big company like Gun N' Roses changed owners like a joke.

If you really help Mr. Yang make up for the hole, what is the concept of more than a billion yuan? If you invest all of Yan Xiwen's net worth, and based on the current income, you will probably work until 2119.

"I'll go back and think about it carefully, but I believe that there is no unparalleled road. Give me half a month to think of a way. If there is no better way by then, I will do what you say, okay?"

After thinking about it, Xin Yu could only delay as much as possible.

Qiao Yimu nodded. He glanced at Song Yusheng, then got up, and bowed respectfully to Xin Yu:

"Thank you, really, very much."

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When I returned to Yan Xiwen's house, I saw him standing at the door in furry rabbit slippers, calling his cell phone over and over again.

Xin Yu stabilized his mood, forced a smile, and walked over:

"Why are you standing at the door, isn't it cold?"

Yan Xiwen became furious when he saw him, so he answered the company's call by himself. Hearing the ridiculous solution, he guessed that Qiao Yimu might have also received the company's call. He didn't want Xin Yu to know, but he ran away secretly Went to see Qiao Yimu.

"Do you know that there are perverted men in windbreakers haunting recently, and you sneak out so late, you are really courageous." Yan Xiwen said viciously.

"Even if it's a pervert, it's impossible to keep an eye on a man like me."

"This kind of thing is not accurate." Yan Xiwen's tone softened.

"It's getting late, go back to sleep, and get up early tomorrow."

In fact, Yan Xiwen really wanted to ask Xin Yu if he went to see Qiao Yimu, but now he can only avoid this topic, because he knows that with Xin Yu's stubborn and kind personality, he should talk to him about this matter In the end, it will definitely end in a quarrel.

In the starless night, there is a strange silence everywhere.

Xin Yu was nestled under the quilt, feeling drowsy, but his mind was still thinking about something messy.

The company gave him 13 for Di Lambert's press conference last time. This amount is already bullying him for other models. After paying off the debt, there is still [-] left. Said it was just a drop in the ocean.

It's a ridiculous idea, hitting a rock with a pebble.

But Xin Yu has always believed in one sentence, sometimes doing nothing can change anything, but if doing nothing, there will definitely be no change.

So, at one o'clock at night, Xin Yu quietly got out of bed, turned on the computer in the room, and downloaded a Tianhu live broadcast. While waiting for the download, he unexpectedly discovered that Yan Xiwen's computer still had the Gun Flower live broadcast.

But for a game fan like him, it's normal to have a few live streaming software.

After two months, Yagi Arara, who had been lost and quit the broadcast, once again boarded his anchor account, and manually entered "goodbye is not necessarily a farewell" in the title bar.

That night, Yagi Arara's former fans all received a push from Tianhu Live:

"Goodbye is not necessarily a farewell, it may also be for a better meeting next time."

A few Internet-addicted teenagers who were on the night plane saw their Brother Huang come back, and without saying a word, they gave away their heads and squeezed into Xin Yu's live broadcast room.

【Jiu Ye】: "Brother Huang! I miss you!"

[Tianhu Ai Yawei]: "Huangzi, long time no see, I miss you so much. Come on quickly."

The person who thought he would never see him again sneaked into the live broadcast in the middle of the night. The fans first complained about Yagi Arara's ruthlessness, but soon they kept sending small gifts.

Xin Yu boarded YY and entered Ai Yawei's room. As soon as he entered, he heard those good friends from the Bailu live broadcast in the past chatting.

"Huangzi, I'm going to miss you so much. When you're not around, Fatty and the others hate me every day, but I'm stupid, so I have no words to fight back." Ai Yawei pretended to complain with snot and tears.

"Brother Wei, I miss you very much too." Xin Yu smiled, "How are you doing recently, it's okay in Tianhu."

"I earn more than I did in Bailu, but Tianhu pushes things too much, and the administrator checks the room every day. Damn, last time I couldn't help but utter a sweet sentence, I was forced to download it."

"After all, it's a big company, so it's better to have strict management."

"Huangzi, why are you back? Didn't you say you're working as a model now? I brag to my guys every day that I know a big star."

Xin Yu smiled: "What big star, you're flattering me too much. It's not because of lack of money that I came back to do the live broadcast."

"How much is missing? Tell me, I've saved some private money behind your sister-in-law's back."

"It's okay, no need."

"Aren't you being polite to my brother? I don't pay attention to a little money, and tell me how much is missing."

"A billion or so."

As soon as these words came out, there were several "fuck" in the voice room, and Ai Yawei was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out:

"Damn, more than a billion, you can't get that much money even if you sell your brothers. Are you in debt or...? I really can't imagine what needs so much money."

Xin Yu was typing on the keyboard very bored, and he also felt that why he had to pay back so much money for Mr. Yang. They had nothing to do with each other, and they had never met a few times, but this matter involved Yan Xiwen.

If Mr. Yang falls, Yan Xiwen will be dragged off the altar.

Only Yan Xiwen, this is his bottom line.

What's more, more than one billion is an astronomical figure. Let alone an ordinary person like him, none of the bigwigs on the Forbes list of entertainers has this net worth.

So how much benefit can live broadcasting bring?

Just a drop in the bucket.

But Xin Yu always felt that he should do something, for Yan Xiwen, he must do something.

"I'm joking. In fact, the family bought a house. I will subsidize it. You don't have to worry about it. It's not much, and you can earn it soon."

Ai Yawei thought for a while, and then said: "You must talk to me if you need it. At most, you will be punished by your wife kneeling down on the durian. You still have money."

"Thank you, Brother Wei." Xin Yu forced a smile.

"Remove the word 'Wei'."

After turning on the microphone, Xin Yu greeted every fan who was guarding the live broadcast room first, then logged into PUBG and entered Ai Yawei's room.

The small gifts are still being posted. Xin Yu has always thought that many people leave as soon as they leave, and the traces of existence will be erased by the newcomers soon, but the view volume of more than 2000 at [-] o'clock in the morning made him see that the fans are enthusiastic. sincerity.

Yan Xiwen, who was in the opposite room, had just finished chatting with Mr. Yang, and was about to go to sleep, but unexpectedly received a push from Tianhu live broadcast on his mobile phone.

He opened it in surprise, and found out that Yagi Arara was really broadcasting live.

His mouth immediately turned into a heart shape, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it my dear Brother Huang?"

Xin Yuzheng and Ai Yawei were picking up equipment, when the ID "Aihuanghuang" popped up in the barrage, he was so frightened that he shut up quickly, and ran to the door like a thief, quietly opened a crack in the door, and looked around for a while. After making sure that Yan Xiwen was not around, he tiptoed back to his seat.

He turned on the voice changer and replied cutely:

"It's me, baby."

【Love Huanghuang】: "Brother Huang, why are you back?"

"Because I miss you."

[Ai Huanghuang]: "After that, will there be a regular live broadcast?"

"probably."

[Ai Huanghuang]: In fact, I have been worrying a lot recently, but suddenly I feel that God still cares for me. I finally waited for you. Fortunately, I didn’t give up~

Xin Yu was silent for a while, trying to put on a smiling face: "Don't worry, everything will be resolved."

As soon as the words fell, Comrade Aihuanghuang generously swiped a space station worth 1 yuan.

[Xiao Nier]: "Aww! A local tyrant!"

[Coke without ice]: "Comrade Xiao Ai, I hope you can really buy Tianhu and sign Huanghuang, so that we poor kids don't have to wander around with Huanghuang anymore."

【Love Huanghuang】: "Brother Huang, are you willing?"

"Although, I don't think that's necessary." Xin Yu laughed.

Although I know this is just a joke, but if Yan Xiwen is really in a hurry and takes a stake in Tianhu Live, and his identity is exposed, then he must first be stretched and then flattened to make an example.

However, there seems to be something wrong?

Xin Yu pondered for a while, then slapped his forehead.

Damn, didn't Yan Xiwen meet Gao Fang Huang?How could Brother Huang not talk to him if he wanted to broadcast live.

At this moment, Xin Yu was completely out of the mood for live broadcasting, and followed Ai Yawei and the others in confusion.

It really doesn't work, if Yan Xiwen asks, just say that he couldn't contact Brother Huang at that time, and he didn't want to disappoint him, so he just found someone to pretend to be Brother Huang.

Ahaha, what a fucking little genius I am.

It's just that Xin Yu doesn't know that although Yan Xiwen has been in the entertainment industry since he was a child and has never studied seriously, he is not a fool.

He only needs to, quietly, use another computer to connect to the Internet cable, and then, quietly, glance at all the devices connected to the router, and he can see that the computer in another room is connected to wifi.

If he needs it again, he quietly runs to the living room, cuts off the router, and then watches Yagi Arara's live broadcast room, and he can see that the live broadcast room is suddenly disconnected.

How should I put it, Xin Yu's acting skills still need to be improved, in fact, he guessed it from the night Yan Xiwen met Gao Fanghuang.

Later, he confirmed his guess through the reason of the battle.

However, seeing Xin Yu dancing so happily, I really can't bear to expose him.

After getting the exact answer, to be honest, Yan Xiwen didn't feel disappointed, on the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief——

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Early the next morning, Xin Yu went downstairs with two dark circles under his eyes, and saw Yan Xiwenzheng and Yan Xihe arguing in the dining room because of picky eaters.

"Oh, such heavy dark circles, to be honest, did you spy on my sleeping face last night?" The little girl put her hands on her hips, and the pleated school uniform swayed according to her movements.

"It's just you? You don't even have full hair. It's too hot to peep at you." Yan Xiwen said, and stuffed the little girl's most hated custard biscuit into her mouth.

"Bad guy!" Yan Xihe patted Yan Xiwen dissatisfied, and then chewed the custard biscuit with relish.

After breakfast, Yan Xiwen sent his sister to school first, then turned around and rushed to the company.

Along the way, the two were silent with each other, and the atmosphere reached a freezing point for a while.

Only before getting out of the car, Yan Xiwen suddenly pressed Xin Yu, his eyes were indescribably serious:

"For a while, no matter what the company suggests, don't agree."

Xin Yu looked back at him, then nodded slowly.

When the two got out of the car, they saw a large number of reporters gathering at the gate of the company, completely surrounding the gate of the company.

Xin Yu was a little scared, and looked at Yan Xiwen for help.

"Go around, let's enter through the back door." Yan Xiwen's voice sounded flat, without emotion.

The two quietly went to the back door of the company. As soon as they entered, they saw Yan Xiwen's manager, Fan Yonghui, waiting anxiously in the lobby.

Seeing Yan Xiwen, Fan Yonghui trotted over quickly. Xin Yu saw that even though it was winter, his forehead was still sweating.

"How many times have I told you to be careful, don't wander around on the street with nothing to do, look at what kind of photos they took." Fan Yonghui said, with veins popping up on his forehead.

"Flies that penetrate everywhere, what can we do?" Yan Xiwen sneered and replied disdainfully.

Just as he was talking, a little secretary rushed to the side, and as soon as he saw Xin Yu, he dragged him inside:

"Hurry up, Mr. Song wants to see you, why are you still here taking your time?"

Xin Yu was surprised: "Who is Mr. Song?"

"Mr. Song is, Mr. Song! Song Lan's father, do you understand this?"

In this way, Xin Yu understood.

it's just that he doesn't understand