I got pregnant after grass grew on my head [Entertainment]

On the other side, Mr. Li obviously felt that Zhou Yi was just looking for trouble, but he didn't dare to just hang up the phone.I had no choice but to ask: "What did Zong Zhou mean...?"

Zhou Yi said: "Who brought the people over?"

As an investor as well, Mr. Li didn't take precautions against Zhou Yi. After thinking about it, he said drunkenly: "I don't really remember, a little star, Mr. Wang contacted."

Noisy voices came from the other end of the phone, music and voices were mixed together, and only Mr. Li yelled something loudly.

After a while, Mr. Li leaned closer to the microphone, his voice was a little vague: "The person surnamed Zhang said to bring someone here, and he is already here."

There are many such gatherings in the circle, most of which are organized by investors, accompanied by artists, and each takes people to another place after the show.Artists who appear on such occasions are basically voluntary.

Both Zhou Yi and Ning Feiran are aware of this situation, if it is usual, they have seen it a lot, and they will not intervene to take care of it.But this time was different, Zhao Yunfei didn't know anything about it, and was taken there completely unconscious.

I have been in the circle for a long time, and I have seen everything, but Ning Feiran still feels that Zhao Yunfei's manager lacks virtue, which makes people disgusting.

As a manager, he was supposed to be the artist's closest partner in the entertainment circle, and he gained the artist's full trust.But Zhao Yunfei's manager took advantage of this trust and handed her over to a group of sensual bastards.

... Maybe there is a middle-aged greasy man with a bald head and a big belly in it. Just thinking about it makes me feel physically uncomfortable.

Zhou Yi asked about the meeting place on the phone, and hung up immediately without saying anything.

"In a club, about 10 minutes' drive from here." Zhou Yi said. "Zhang Kaiyun should already be here."

The assistant's heart ached when he heard the words, and he unconsciously pinched the clothes with his hands.

Ning Feiran said: "Then let's rush over now."

The three of them went out immediately, Zhou Yi's driver had been waiting outside for a while, and immediately drove to the clubhouse after getting in the car.

In a hurry, no one noticed that there was an inconspicuous black vehicle following up outside the ceremony venue.

The clubhouse is ostensibly a decent club—and it really is, with services limited to legal entertainment.As for what the guests did themselves, it has nothing to do with the clubhouse.

The assistant was a young girl, Ning Feiran and Zhou Yi thought that they might not be able to take care of her when they got in later, and they asked her to wait in the car for fear of accidents.

The assistant was worried, but he also knew that he would cause trouble for them if he went in at this time, so he had to stay.

The club has high consumption, strong privacy, and is located in the center of Beijing, so it is not uncommon for celebrities to come and go.When the waiters saw Ning Feiran and Zhou Yi coming in together, they didn't show any surprise, they just stepped forward to say hello very thoughtfully.

Ning Feiran lives in a very nice house, and rarely goes out when he is not filming, and naturally he has never been to this kind of place, and now he is quite curious, looking around openly.Looking at the waiter, he nodded.

"Do you have an appointment?" the waiter asked.

Zhou Yi didn't answer, but asked instead, "Where is Li Bo from Fanshi Entertainment?"

As soon as the waiter heard that he was looking for someone, he hurriedly said, "President Li is upstairs, I'll take you there."

The light in the clubhouse is very dark, deliberately creating an ambiguous atmosphere.Ning Feiran walked behind and saw many familiar faces in the circle.

The three of them took the elevator upstairs and made several turns along the way.The decoration of the corridors is generally the same. After a few steps, I don't know where I am, like a maze.

The music gradually became louder. The waiter brought them to a hall, opened the door, and the love songs of middle-aged and elderly people came rushing towards them, which made people's ears hurt and the ground trembled.

Ning Feiran murmured in a low voice: "The sound insulation is really good." He hardly heard anything outside the door, and he was deaf when he entered the door.

In the hall, a rough male voice sang passionately: "You are my favorite—how could I let you go—"

To say the least, it was a popular song 20 years ago, and now aunts don’t use this song when dancing square dances.It is conceivable what age group the investors gathered in the hall are.

Zhao Yunfei's manager sent her here, it was a waste of people.

Originally, the atmosphere in the hall was good, the investors were hugging left and right, playing games with the little stars, but suddenly two black figures stood at the door, instantly attracting everyone's attention.The singing one also stopped, leaving only the accompaniment of ding ding dong dong.

Someone took a look and recognized it, and suddenly said in surprise: "Mr. Zhou? Why are you here?"

The man hurriedly straightened his clothes and stepped forward in panic.

Zhou Yi recognized a high-level executive from Jubo Media, and couldn't help frowning, his face turned cold.

Ning Feiran took advantage of this time to look through everyone in the hall - Zhao Yunfei was not found.

Today, she swept the audience to participate in the awards ceremony, wearing a red dress, which is very flamboyant. Among all the people present, there is no such exaggerated dress.

Moreover, Zhao Yunfei was already unconscious when he was brought here, and now those around the investors in the hall are all very sober, wishing they could say a few more words to cheer them up and seek some benefits for themselves.

"Not here." Ning Feiran said in a low voice.

Zhou Yi nodded, and didn't want to inquire any more, so he asked the company's senior management directly: "Did someone be taken away just now?"

The higher-ups were taken aback, and under Zhou Yi's gaze, their thoughts that were not sober due to drunkenness gathered.He thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "Is there? The one in red was taken away as soon as he came in, and he didn't have time to see what he looked like."

"Who took it away?" Zhou Yi asked again.

"I don't know." The executive looked back. "Who took away the little star in red?"

A voice in the crowd replied: "Old Cao? He has been looking at the girl surnamed Zhao for a long time, and finally got it. He also said that after playing enough, he will bring it here for everyone to see."

Someone next to him spoke up: "Don't tell me, that little face is really good-looking. I will discuss it with Lao Cao some other day, and I will also..." Thinking about it, I actually laughed.

The few people's words were very reckless and casual, and they didn't take Zhao Yunfei seriously at all, full of contempt and insult.

Ning Feiran was in a hurry to find out Zhao Yunfei's whereabouts, and had no time to argue with these people, so he couldn't help it when he heard this, and said, "How many of you are so chic? Are you familiar with the criminal law? How many years should the sentence be?"

Everyone: "..."

The senior executives of Jubo looked embarrassed, looked at the group of cronies behind him, and at Zhou Yi who was standing beside Ning Feiran, and finally silently swallowed what he wanted to say.

Someone said dissatisfiedly: "Where did this come from..." Before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by the people around him.

Ning Feiran's cell phone vibrated suddenly, he took it out to check, there was a new message on it.

[Chen Xinru: She was taken to the resting room in the clubhouse, room number 1605. 】

Ning Feiran was startled, looked up and looked at the people in the hall again, and found a familiar figure in the corner.

The other party waved his hand indistinctly, motioning for them to hurry to save people.

Time was running out, Ning Feiran had no time to think about anything else, so he patted Zhou Yi on the shoulder, walked out first, and asked the waiter to lead the way to 1605.

In the hall, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally someone couldn't help asking: "Are they here to play or to mess things up?"

The author has something to say: the meal was delayed, so it was posted late.Today there are only two thousand, which is relatively short.Five thousand more tomorrow.