The whole world loves Mr. Lin

After finally accepting the bombarding interviews from the reporters, Mi Li immediately dodged and hid in a small corner by the hotel wall, and took out her mobile phone to contact Ji Sheng to go back together.

As soon as the call was made, Mi Li saw the reporters who had just interviewed him pouring in the other direction, and another encirclement formed in a blink of an eye.

It was Ming Baitang who came out.

"Hello, Mr. Ming, may I ask what new film and television production plans you have for next year, do you hope to surpass the "Cassini" that helped you win the best actor title?"

"Mr. Ming, will the official announcement of the disbandment of Dawn Love CP have a negative impact on your popularity?"

"As the youngest actor in recent years, this honor is heavy. Will you encounter a bottleneck period in the future, and can you still retain your original enthusiasm for acting?"

The reporters asked questions one after another, and the microphone was almost on Ming Baitang's face. Ming Baitang just smiled politely and responded with the most official words.

Mi Li stood not far away and looked at Ming Baitang curiously, but the phone in his hand still couldn't get through: Ji Sheng, where did he die?Could it be that he ran after the film emperor himself?

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mi Li saw Ji Sheng's flamboyant wine-red head in Ming Baitang's encirclement. This guy was struggling to squeeze into the crowd, like a dragon fruit mixed with kiwi.

Mi Li called him again, but he still didn't answer. Ji Sheng must have turned his phone to silent when he was at the venue.

Mi Li was thinking about how to capture brother Sheng from the crowd, when a discordant voice suddenly appeared in the reporter's question.

"Mr. Ming, according to a friend in your hometown, your father was arrested and imprisoned not long ago. Please express your opinion on this."

The reporter's question was like saltpeter being thrown into the fire, which immediately caused an uproar at the interview site, and more reporters began to ask about this secret rumor.

"Mr. Ming, is this true? May I ask why your father was arrested and imprisoned? Did he do something illegal?"

"Will this kind of incident happen to your closest relatives, will it have an irreversible impact on your acting career, Mr. Ming, please tell us your opinion."

"Has your father had any other criminal history? With such criminals as parents, have you ever been adversely affected in your childhood?"

The reporters kept asking questions. Ming Baitang had lost the composure and amiability he had just now. He pursed his lips tightly, his brows frowned into Sichuan characters, and said in a deep voice:

"Sorry, but I have nothing to say about this issue."

Mi Li, who was peeking in the corner of the hotel, was also taken aback by this shocking news. If it was true, the impact on the artist would definitely be fatal. Did something really happen to Ming Baitang's father?

There were more and more discordant voices, and a reporter directly squeezed in front of Ming Baitang, holding up the microphone and saying aggressively:

"The role of an artist is to bring happiness and positive energy to fans. If you are a child raised by a criminal, can you guarantee that you have not inherited his criminal genes? If you will have a negative impact on society in the future and hurt people who like you My fans, how can I give you an explanation?"

MD, is this reporter stupid? What kind of gangster thinking is this?If the father commits a crime, will the son also commit a crime?When Mi Li heard the reporter's question, she couldn't help being furious, and was about to rush over to help Ming Baitang.

In the end, before Mi Li passed by, the reporter was punched severely and lying on the ground. When he raised his face again, blood was already gushing out of his nostrils, and the half of his cheek that was beaten was swollen high.

The crowd dispersed in an instant, only the cameras of the reporters were still clicking, capturing the scene in front of them.

Ji Sheng handsomely folded his arms in front of Ming Baitang, rubbed his numb hand bones in secret, and said sharply to the reporters on the ground: "Ming Baitang's character is definitely fine, I think it's you who has the problem, How can anyone come out to be a reporter these days, is the tutor and IQ eaten by dogs?"

Not to be outdone, the beaten reporter got up and started a fight with Ji Sheng. Ji Sheng is a pampered young man. Although he has practiced some fancy judo and muay thai, he is just playing and fighting. The furious reporter who fought back was ruined in a blink of an eye.

His face, which was originally a bit pissed off, was already bruised and purple, and the reporter had scratched a deep blood groove on the arm that was exposed outside the sleeve, and the shape of the wound was horrific.

Ming Baitang, who was blocked by him, was already in a daze, why did this person stand up for him?

Mi Li was going crazy. He wanted to call 110 to inform the police, but he was afraid that the situation would expand and it would have a negative impact on Ji Sheng and Ming Baitang. He hurried into the hotel and asked the security team to help clear the venue.

The security guards quickly came out with pc sticks to maintain order, the reporters who were watching were dispersed, and Ji Sheng and the reporters who made trouble were forcibly separated.

"I'll take you to the hospital."

The entrance of the hotel was finally restored to cleanliness. Mi Li looked at the horrific wound on Ji Sheng's arm and wanted to take him to the hospital for disinfection and dressing, but Ji Sheng flatly refused:

"You don't need to go to the hospital for this little injury, I have someone at home..."

Before Ji Sheng could finish playing handsome, Ming Baitang frowned and said to Mi Li: "I'll take him there, he was injured to protect me."

Ji Sheng quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence, almost biting his own tongue, and acted out of his body, leaning against Ming Baitang and exclaiming in pain: "Oh! It hurts, I feel dizzy. A little dizzy, could he be infected with some germs, maybe this person has rabies."

Before Ji Sheng's bitter scene was over, Ming Botang helped him to the parking lot without saying a word, and Mi Li watched Ji Sheng get into Ming Baitang's silver-gray Bentayga silently.

Brother Cheng, did this count as a wrong move, and got the attention of the male god?

Will Ming Botang be criticized by the reporters because of this incident?Under attack from the whole network?

Mi Li didn't dare to think about it. Being an artist is like this. Even a small mistake can be infinitely magnified by the media, not to mention the serious negative news such as his father being arrested and imprisoned, and a fight at the scene of the interview.

Xiao Pei and the nanny car arrived in time and took the tired Mi Li back to the apartment.After Ming Baitang's interview turmoil, Mi Li returned home after ten o'clock.

He gently pushed Lin Zizai's bedroom away, the villain was sleeping with the little bear in his arms, still muttering in his sleep:

"Don't see you again... Mimi... Hug."

Mi Li moved her ears closer, listening to the villain's milky sleepwalking, with a sweet smile on her face.

Lin Zaizai and Mr. Lin are really connected.

Mi Li sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the villain's innocent sleeping face, as if the immature and shining face gradually overlapped with the tall man at the reception just now.

The cool hairstyle, the shape of the eyebrows, the curvature of the mouth.

There are obvious differences between reality and the Q version, but every detail is similar and extended, which made him sigh the wonder of life.

This flower must be a very beautiful flower.

In his sleep, Lin Zizai turned over and rolled to the side of the bed, his little hands that had no place to rest dropped down and rested on Mi Li's lap.Mi Li chuckled, first touched his fingertips tentatively, and seeing that the villain hadn't woken up, she confidently took his hand.

Lin Zaizai's hand is like a small steamed bun that cannot be broken apart, white and fat, it reminds Mi Li of Mr. Lin's big and slender hands.

Such a hand is suitable for playing the piano, basketball, and guitar. Whether it is catching a ball with one hand or plucking the strings, it should be easy to do.

Like playing with the claws of a small animal, Mi Li gathered Lin Zizai's chubby fingers one by one, then broke them apart one by one, and finally tried to embed her own fingers in. Sticking together, their fingers intertwined inexplicably.

Lin Zizai was disturbed by his disrespectful old father, and muttered in his sleep, "Manduo, don't bite your hands, woo, don't lick them."

Mi Li was amused, and dropped a light kiss on Lin Zaizai's chubby cheek, got up and left the second bedroom, took another look at the little man who was sleeping soundly again, and then gently closed the door.

You understand me as I understand you.

Mimi, you are my belonging.

To me, you are a special being.

Mimi, can I hug you?

Every word of Mr. Lin was recorded deep in Mi Li's mind, with mixed feelings.No matter what kind of past this flower has experienced and what kind of predicament it is facing.

Mi Li now just wants to protect him well, give him everything he can, and quietly wait for him to open up.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, Mi Li opened Mr. Lin's APP and replied the second letter to Dr. Q.

TO: Dr. Q

Dear Dr. Q, Hello.It's been a few days since I heard from you, sorry I didn't have time to reply until now.

To be honest, what you said before that you will take Lin Zizai back has made me sad for a long time. I have already regarded him as a close family member.If possible, I would like to keep him by my side forever. I don't know if you have a compromise.

I love him so much, and I can't bear to leave him.

These days, I have experienced some very special things. I met the petal in your mouth—Mr. Lin, who is an artist.

He is a very gentle person, as pure and beautiful as Lin Zizai, and I also feel the mutual induction between them, which is really a wonderful thing.

When meeting the petals, Mr. Lin told me that he didn't have much memory, and he couldn't feel the emotional fluctuations. His heart seemed to be empty.

I have a bold guess, is Lin Zizai the lost heart of Mr. Lin?Does he represent Mr. Lin's emotions?Because he is really a sentimental kid.

He loves to cry, loves to laugh, is afraid, is happy, knows how to be grateful, and knows how to rely. He is a child with rich emotions, which is exactly the part that Mr. Lin is missing.

I hope you can write back to tell me the accuracy of this guess. In addition, I am going to find some good friends for Lin Zaizai. They are the children of my sister's colleague. I want him to understand the emotion of friendship. This approach will be beneficial to his growth. Does it help?

Finally, I wish you health and safety. If there is a chance, can you let me know more about the flower branch in your mouth? I want to protect it with you. I will definitely keep the secret, and I will be as sincere as I am to Lin Zizai Love him.

———From the guardian of stamens, millet grains

Mi Li finished sending the reply seriously, rubbed the corners of his sore eyes, and let out a deep breath while lying on the bed. At this moment, a friend request popped up from the V letter.

It's so late, who will add me?Mi Li didn't care much about where to open the V letter interface. The applicant's name was No. [-] Xiaomi Mili.

Millet?Are you a fan?

Mi Li clicked on his profile picture, it was a white rose covered with dew in the morning sun.

Mi Li's heart skipped a beat. This white rose reminded him of the one in Mr. Lin's breast pocket.

Could it be Mr. Lin? !

The author has something to say:

Mr. Lin: Mimi, online dating?Add a V letter first.Mi Li: what?What should I do if the big cub has a deep routine?

Finally, I solemnly ask everyone to read the article at home, and don’t go out (??￣??￣?)??