The self-cultivation of the coquettish scum [Quick Transmigration]

Floating Joy (34)

Speaking of which, I was quite embarrassed to answer the phone in front of so many entertainment journalists in the hotel.

—I lied to you.

Not only did Shu Le not feel embarrassed, but he also politely gestured to all the entertainment reporters present, and smiled sincerely: "Please be quiet, I will answer your questions after answering this call, okay?"

Reporters present: "..."

Yu Qing: "..."

Sooner or later, he would either fuck Shu Le to death on the bed, or be pissed off by Shu Le in his daily life.

How difficult life is.

The entertainment journalists who were full of thirst for knowledge were still rushing forward.

Yu Qing had no choice but to keep Shu Le behind, and couldn't hold back and asked, "Calling at this time? Which old lover of yours?"

Shu Le raised his eyebrows, took out his mobile phone with a smile, and hooked Yu Qing's chin flirtatiously: "Do you care so much? No matter which old lover it is, its qualifications are longer than yours."

Yu Qing: "..."

Yu Qing watched helplessly as Shu Le unhurriedly swiped open the phone screen, picked up the phone and held it to her ear.

There was a look of indifference between his eyebrows and eyes, and he didn't even amplify his voice a little in this extremely noisy environment: "Hey, Lisa, you called me in such a hurry, do you miss me?"

The lighting in the hotel lobby is soft and ironic.

And Shu Le's face was already soft and delicate, and it looked even more beautiful under this lingering light.

He curled his mouth, completely indifferent to the fact that the two of them just had the most intimate relationship last night, flirting with another girl in front of him.

——Or maybe, this person shouldn't be put back into society at all.

——Because he never learned what it means to restrain and accept feelings.

——It also seems to be more unwilling to sink into a relationship.

Yu Qing was taken aback by his sudden thought, and didn't react for a while.

It wasn't until Shu Le said something to the phone over there that he took a deep breath and reached out to grab Shu Le's hand again.

In the deepest part of a man's heart, there is an instinctive desire to possess and win, and Yu Qing has always controlled this aspect very well.

Everything in the entertainment industry is not easy for him now, and he doesn't think about it yet, and he won't take big risks for Shu Le alone.

That's fine for now.

Yu Qing watched Shu Le pick up the phone unhurriedly, and repeated this sentence in her heart.

Shu Le's phone didn't actually blackmail Shang Jue.

It's just that the two of them haven't spoken to each other since the last time they collapsed and sent Shang Jue to the hospital in anger.

This call was made by Lisa, probably Shang Jue's last stubbornness.

Applause for the stubborn Shang Xiaojue.

Shu Le happily chatted with Lisa in various directions, but he didn't lean on the topic, and he didn't take the initiative to hand over the right to speak.

Until Lisa interrupted him tremblingly, and said in a tangled voice: "Director Shu, do you know the headlines of your news last night, you are now..."

"I know!"

Shu Le patted his thigh, and said, "Can I not know? I'm rubbing against the entertainment reporters right now. Please reassure Shang Jue that I will take care of it."

Lisa: "..."

Lisa's tone became more disturbed. She glanced at Shang Jue's increasingly gloomy face, and said in a low voice, "Director Shu, that's not what Director Shang meant. What Director Shang meant was to let you go back to the company first, and then release a public relations document to buy marketing Number……"

Of course Shu Le knew what Shang Jue meant.

The two grew up wearing crotch pants together, Shang Jue turned his head and knew whether Shang Jue wanted a drink or mineral water.

But so what?

He didn't have to be responsible to Shang Jue.

Shu Le touched his nose, interrupted Lisa's words, deliberately reversed the tone and promised firmly: "This is my own private matter, and I can handle it well. It will definitely not affect the company's image."

Lisa: "..."

Lisa faced Shang Jue's murderous gaze, before she could say the next sentence——

Shu Le had already hung up the phone.

Immediately, the already weird scene became more dignified.

Lisa took a deep breath, carefully raised her head and glanced at Shang Jue.

All Shang Jue's attention was on the phone call, and he immediately asked, "What's going on?"

Lisa put the phone back on the table extremely gently, as if she was afraid that the small knocking sound would poke Shang Jue's heart.

Then she lowered her voice: "Boss, boss... It seems that Shu Dao's side is inconvenient to answer the phone, he hung up..."

Shang Jue's expression was gloomy.

It was probably because he was sick and hospitalized for several days, and his complexion hadn't recovered for a while, coupled with his gloomy complexion at the moment, it looked even more frightening.

Shang Jue seemed to be about to say something, but before he could say something, he coughed violently.

Lisa was startled, and hurried up to help Shang Jue.

Shang Jue pushed Lisa away, stood there and waited for the cough to pass before he waved his hand: "No need to help. If Shu Le sees it, he will be unhappy again."

After saying this sentence, it seems to feel inappropriate.

Shang Jue shook his head again, turned to Lisa and said again, "Don't let him hear these words, he's self-willed, and he's about to lose his temper again."

—I'm going to lose my temper again.

Lisa stood beside Shang Jue with her head down, and when she heard the words, she slightly raised her head to look at him, and suddenly felt a little shy.

She had seen with her own eyes how sweet Shu Le and Shang Jue were, and she had also seen how the two now describe strangers.

Shu Le had already left first, leaving only Shang Jue who was still trapped in the emotional prison and could not break free.

Maybe I can't break free in this life.

Shang Jue coughed again, and the man's figure leaned forward slightly, looking a little fragile.

Lisa sighed, and finally stepped forward to support Shang Jue, and persuaded in a low voice: "Boss, the doctor said that you are seriously ill, you should have a comprehensive examination in the hospital, and you will be discharged after you recover."

I don't know if it's because the fever hasn't subsided, but as time goes by, Shang Jue's complexion gets worse, showing an unhealthy paleness.

He stretched out his hand to support the corner of the table, calmed his breathing and said, "It's okay, it's just a cold, I'll be fine in a few days."

Lisa was speechless.

She pulled away the chair next to him and let Shang Jue sit down, and then went to help him make hot tea: "But you have been burning for several days. Besides, you were only here last night to deal with the documents, and you still have to wait until you finish the process." I went back to the hospital, but...you haven't forgotten it, have you?"

After asking for a long time, they didn't wait for Shang Jue's reply.

Lisa put back the tea and the kettle in her hand, and when she turned her head, she saw that Shang Jue's attention was all on the computer on her desk.

Out of professional habits, Lisa will pay attention to today's entertainment report on time every morning.

At this moment, this morning's entertainment feed is displayed on the large-size LCD screen.

It didn't indicate whether it was a live broadcast or a recorded broadcast, but it was the scene of Shu Le and Yu Qing staying in the hotel.

That hotel is a national chain, and Lisa is very familiar with it.

As for the reason of familiarity, it was because Shu Le liked the decoration and layout of this hotel very much, and even praised the boss many times for his taste.

The hotel lobby, which used to be well-ordered, now seems to be a place for a temporary press conference because of the appearance of Shu Le and Yu Qing.

There are also curious hotel guests standing upstairs eating melons and watching.

The continuous sound of the SLR camera shooting and the coherent video sound together, as if announcing to the public the super popularity of these two people.

As if to show the sensation of the scene, the scene camera flickered in mid-air, and then stopped for a few seconds——

In the end it fell on Shu Le and Yu Qing.

Shu Le, who appeared in the camera, stuck to Yu Qing's back, as if he had no bones and was extremely lazy.

The distance between the two is so close that even the expressions on each other's faces can be seen at a glance.

Shu Le, who was standing a little behind, was wearing a white short shirt, which was not tucked into his pants, and a small thin waist was exposed between raising his hands.

And Yu Qing's hand just happened to land on the exposed slender waist, gently rubbing and grinding.

Shu Le did seem to have just finished the phone call. He took the phone from his ear and stuffed it in his pocket casually, then greeted the entertainment reporters in front of him with a smile.

The clear on-site radio recorded his words clearly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for me for so long."

Shu Le withdrew the hand that greeted her, then reached out and hugged Yu Qing's from behind.

This action was too intimate, and there was an exclamation in the arena.

Shu Le took the hand he was holding with Yu Qing, shook it in front of the reporter, and then said, "Okay, the basic question is as you can see. There is no need to ask any more."

The entertainment reporter's usual content is basically maintained by digging and breaking the news, but he didn't expect Shu Le to be so good at hitting straight balls.

There is no preparation for the fight before the fight.

There is absolutely no room for them to play.

Seeing the silence of the crowd, Shu Le blinked.

He glanced at the people who were almost full of the hotel lobby in front of him, took Yu Qing's hand and compromised, "How about this, you are allowed to ask three more questions, and after you have finished asking, I would like to ask you all to make room for us. Let's go out. OK?"

For Shu Le, who never accepts interviews, the three questions are indeed the most difficult concessions.

The obtuse reporters are still hanging, while some professional reporters have raised their hands and quickly started the first question.

"Everyone knows that you, Director Shu, and Yu Qing are going to collaborate on a reality show variety show about love. May I ask if the exposure of this relationship is just for the hype of the show?"

Shu Le touched his chin: "I don't care about this, let the audience friends judge in the future."

"Excuse me, is Emperor Yu your first love?"

Shu Le was stunned for a moment, then smiled and fell on Yu Qing's shoulder, and it took a long time to hold back the smile: "Of course not. I'm almost thirty. Isn't it scary for a man to have his first love at the age of 30?"

For the last question, Shu Le chose among the reporters who raised their hands, and casually pointed to the most pleasing young and beautiful girl.

The little girl seemed to have just come out of the ivory tower not long ago, and the irony of carrying a big single on her back was astonishing.

"It is said that between homosexuals, the surname is the basis of love. So, Dao Shu, do you and Ying Yingdi Yu have a harmonious husband and wife life? Compared with the previous lovers?"

Shule:? ? ?

This question is... very good and deep.

Shu Le thought about it for a while, then nodded, and said sincerely: "It's not bad, he and I should be the most compatible in our lives so far, thank you for your concern."

There was only one subtitle for this sentence, and before she could finish speaking, Lisa saw her computer screen go black.

A sharp-edged hand smashed hard on the screen, and as the screen shattered, that hand also became bloody and bloody.

The bright red blood trickled down the already-scratched LCD monitor and landed on the desk, forming a small puddle.

Gradually, due to the increase in the amount of bleeding, it became larger and larger again.

Lisa was so frightened that she screamed and rushed over to grab the already horrific hand.

Shang Jue was trembling all over, the screen was already black out, but he was still staring at the monitor without moving.

That hand was dripping with blood, completely covering the original muscles, and it was impossible to see where the blood was bleeding, let alone where it wasn't bleeding.

Look around.

Riddled with holes.

The author has something to say: Shang Jue: Chinese cabbage...the ground yellow...

Yu Qing: Get out of here, you're blocking me from having sex with Lele.

Shule: ...emmmmmmm...

Pei Pei: Are you having fun with me, or with him? 【Draw out the gun】