Erguotou and Brandy

"Is there anything special about this drama? Why do so many people seem to be vying to be the leading actor?" Wen Yun asked.

Director Sun put out the cigarette butt and said: "This time the subject matter is relatively new. I didn't say that many male stars in the industry are eyeing this position... In addition, the investment this time is also very sufficient. There is already a lot of momentum before this filming. It's big... With such a prospect, if you can act a little bit, you will definitely be popular."

Wen Yun blinked, and just about to tear off Guo Ding's sleeve, before touching the corner of the clothes, Brandy slapped her away.

Seeing this, Guo Ding was a little helpless, and after talking to Director Sun, he took the two angry children back to the police station.

"Master Feng Qing!" Yang Zhen knocked on the door, his eyes rolling.

It turns out that the idol lives in this kind of place...

There is a small garden at the door, with birds of paradise planted in it, and the petals fall on the neatly manicured lawn.

Seeing that Feng Qing didn't reply, Yang Zhen took out the electric shock baton from his back waist, hung it on the seam of his trousers, and knocked on the door again.

Hearing the noise, Yang Zhen covered the cat's eyes with his fingers, quietly waiting for the movement of the person inside the door.

The door opened.

Yang Zhen kicked the door open, knocked the electric shock baton in his hand, and stopped his hand suddenly when he saw someone coming.

Feng Qing was taken aback and stood stiffly holding a cup of coffee. About two centimeters in front of the tip of his nose was the crackling electric shock baton.

Yang Zhen blinked, smiled and took back the electric shock baton, touched the back of his head and said, "Master Feng Qing, good afternoon!"

Feng Qing held his forehead, coughed lightly and said, "Come in and sit down."

Yang Zhen nodded, and walked into the house obediently, keeping his eyes on Feng Qing who was wrapped in home clothes in front of him.

Tsk tsk... the Great God is the Great God...

This look in home clothes is handsome.

Yang Zhen sat on the sofa, twirled his fingers, and said, "Master, I heard that you stopped filming that movie recently?"

Feng Qing pressed his temples, but he didn't expect Yang Zhen to ask so bluntly, so he paused for a while and said, "Old Wu...ah, it's my agent, he said to wait for a while, this drama is out. Too many mistakes... If I just give up acting, maybe...the murderer won't do anything to others."

"Well... not necessarily." Yang Zhen straightened up and said, "If he gave up so easily, there would be so many murders."

Feng Qing frowned, clenched his fingers and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, you say... yes." Yang Zhen agreed, hung up the phone, and asked Feng Qing, "Is there any comparison... a fan that makes you feel uncomfortable? Similar to letters, gifts... More extreme?"

Feng Qing shook his head and said: "Gifts are usually sent to the company and handed over to the agent to take care of."

Yang Zhen thought for a while, and said: "This murderer is very extreme... He should try his best to let you know what he thinks... Then, is there any fan who keeps sending you a gift or impresses you? "

Feng Qing bit her lower lip, thinking carefully, sometimes shaking her head and sometimes muttering.

Yang Zhen who was next to him saw it, and swallowed abruptly.

God...you look so beautiful.

"I remember... there is something, I don't know if it is the kind you said..."

Yang Zhen said encouragingly: "Don't worry, it's just a hypothesis, let's talk."

"Hmm... I don't think I've ever talked to the official media about my liking for the bird of paradise... However, every month NO.13 someone will always send the bird of paradise to my apartment." Feng Qing said, stood up, and put Pass the things in the drawer to Yang Zhen.

"This one blooms beautifully. I made a specimen of it." Feng Qing said, rubbing his ear a little embarrassedly. A man likes to play with these things is a bit of a mother.

Yang Zhen on the side didn't have any strange expression, just glanced at the flowers, and said seriously: "How long has the flower sending thing lasted? Who sent the flowers here? Was it from the flower shop? Is there an exact address?"

Feng Qing was taken aback, then let out an ah, rummaged through boxes and boxes to find it, and handed a business card to Yang Zhen.

"It lasted for about... Let me think about it... It seems like two or three years? The card on the flower didn't say anything, but I took it off anyway. The back of the card seems to have the name of the florist... This Is it important?" Feng Qing asked submissively.

Yang Zhen frowned, looked at the card and said: "The bureau made a simple psychological portrait. The suspect should be deeply infatuated with you. If it has been two or three years since you sent the flowers, it means that he is no longer satisfied with just staying with you." He likes you behind him. Starting to murder is his first step, and sending you the details of murdering Ji Quan is the second step..." Yang Zhen pursed his lips and said, "He wants to stand in front of you now."

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