The actor's dog is being stupid every day

Before the confession was finished, the outside of the police station was already surrounded. Seeing that there were more and more people surrounded, the noise was unbearable.

After getting the news, Song Ziqian's manager, Gu Can, and his little assistant, Zhang Yujia, squeezed in through untold hardships, and their ironed suits were wrinkled.

Gu Can lifted Zhang Yujia who was on her body, and looked at Fang Yi: "What's going on?"

Fang Yi pushed his glasses: "Why are you here?"

Gu Can: "How else can I come? Ask knowingly."

Fang Yi: "Did Lin send you here?"

Gu Can nodded, as an admission: "Tell me the whole thing clearly so that I can control the direction of public opinion. Now that there are so many media outside, if one of them can't be handled well, even if Ziqian didn't do anything, they can still write a bunch of stories. Come."

Fang Yi pursed his lips and had to admit that only Lin could solve this matter.

So I told the part I knew from beginning to end.

Song Ziqian hugged Mo Shen: "They didn't kidnap me."

Police Uncle: "Oh, it's not kidnapping..."

Song Ziqian: "But I want to sue them for intentionally hurting people." He lowered his eyes, looked at the bandaged hand, and said in a stern tone, "My hand is insured." Looking up, he said, "One hundred million."

Uncle policeman: dumbfounded jpg

Mo Shen grinned: goodjob!

Song Ziqian: "Can I go?"

Uncle policeman: "...that's fine."

Song Ziqian nodded and stood up: "Thank you, I hope you can make a fair judgment on this matter."

When he came out, he happened to see Fang Yi and Gu Can standing beside the corridor. Song Ziqian frowned and walked over.

"Brother Song!" Zhang Yujia was leaning against the wall, but when he saw Song Ziqian coming out, he quickly shouted and went up to him.

Gu Can and Fang Yi, who heard the voice over there, both stopped talking and looked this way.

Seeing Song Ziqian's injured bandage, Zhang Yujia took a breath: "Brother Song, Brother Song, you are injured."

Song Ziqian nodded, walked around the little assistant, and walked to Fang Yi's side.

Gu Can laughed, stood up straight, and straightened his cuffs: "Ziqian..."

Song Ziqian turned his head to look at Fang Yi: "Fang Yi, where is your car?"

Fang Yi: "The parking lot."

Song Ziqian nodded, and took out the keys in his pocket: "You drive my car back, and I'll drive yours."

Fang Yi frowned: "Your hand, I'd better take you back."

Song Ziqian: "No need, you drive my car and distract the media."

Gu Can's smile remained unchanged: "Shall I take you back? Anyway, I have taken you with me for ten years, ex-manager."

Song Ziqian turned his head and looked at Gu Can coldly.

Gu Can didn't seem to understand the alienation and disgust in Song Ziqian's eyes, and he still had a smile on his face: "Now that there are so many people out there, I'm afraid it won't work just relying on Fang Yi."

Mo Shen raised his head and looked at the man with a bright smile, feeling inexplicably disgusted.

Zhang Yujia was completely out of the situation and didn't notice the stiff atmosphere on the field at all: "That's right, Brother Song, there are too many people outside, so don't drive by yourself."

Fang Yi looked at Gu Can, then at Song Ziqian: "Ziqian, why don't you let him take you back? Me and..." After a pause, he looked at Zhang Yujia: "I'll take your assistant and pretend to be you to lure you away. media."

Song Ziqian didn't speak, pinched Mo Shen's ear once and for all, and took a deep look at Gu Can: "Let's go."

Fang Yi changed into Song Ziqian's coat and sunglasses. Fortunately, they were about the same height, so they could be fooled.

Fang Yi glanced at Jin Mushui who was squatting aside to take care of the dog: "Mushui, why don't you come with us?"

Jin Mushui raised his head and smiled: "You go first, I will stay here until my friend comes over, and he will send me back."

Fang Yi nodded, and pushed the mirror frame habitually: "Then I'll go first."

Then, surrounded by assistants and police uncles, he walked out of the gate of the police station.

The outside became noisy in an instant, and all kinds of inquiries and pictures were heard clearly even in the yard.

Gu Can shook the key and bowed to Song Ziqian: "Please."

Song Ziqian was expressionless, and the little princess at the side jumped onto Song Ziqian's shoulders.

The car was extremely quiet, and Song Ziqian sat in the back seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Mo Shen was lying on Song Ziqian's lap. Mo Shen had grown up a lot now. When lying on his stomach, his hind legs rested on the cushion of the back seat.

The little princess licked her claws, wiped her face, and after several wipes, she suddenly glanced at Mo Shen, who was stunned for a moment.

Little Princess: Did I forget something important.

The melodious mobile phone broke the silence in the car. Gu Can lowered his head and took out the mobile phone in the cabinet in front of the car. On the bright screen of the mobile phone, a familiar name was displayed: Lin Tingrui.

Gu Can looked up at the rearview mirror, and saw Song Ziqian behind him with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Swipe your fingers to answer: "Hello..."

Lin Tingrui's anxious voice came from the phone: "Gu Can! Have you seen Ziqian? How is he doing now?"

Gu Can cleared his throat: "Mr. Lin, I saw Ziqian. He is fine and fell asleep. I am sending him back."

Lin Tingrui breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that it's okay. I just called his cell phone, but he didn't answer it." After a pause, his voice became cold: "What's going on? Who kidnapped him?"

Gu Can: "It's not that Ziqian was kidnapped, but a dog dealer stole Ziqian's dog."

Lin Tingrui: "Oh, it's not the best, but dare to hurt Ziqian..."

In the latter case, you don't need to mention it to know.

Gu Can smiled: "Boss Lin, don't worry."

When he hung up the phone, he raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror again. Sure enough, Song Ziqian had woken up and was looking at Gu Can through the rearview mirror, his eyes were peaceful.

Gu Can evoked a bright smile, turned the steering wheel and said, "Ziqian, Mr. Lin still cares about you very much. If you want me to say, you might as well..."

Song Ziqian: "Stop the car."

Gu Can was stunned for a moment, and his smile remained unchanged: "Don't, it's not here yet."

Song Ziqian raised his eyes, his eyes were covered with frost: "I said stop."

Gu Can lowered the corners of his mouth, retracted his eyes, slowed down and pulled over to stop the car.

As soon as the car stopped, Song Ziqian opened the door of the back seat, carried Mo Shen in his arms and went down, the little princess on the side hurriedly followed.

Crack, the back door was slammed shut.

Gu Can in the car was shocked by the door closing, and frowned unhappily. When he saw Song Ziqian walking forward with the dog in his arms, the corner of his mouth twitched, he lowered the window, and poked his head out.

Gu Can: "Song Ziqian, Lin always treats you sincerely. What happened last time was my fault. Don't blame him."

Song Ziqian quickened his pace, the night breeze was slightly cool, and the dim streetlights couldn't hide the gloom on Song Ziqian's face.

Mo Shen, who was quietly lying in Song Ziqian's arms, was confused. Song Ziqian valued the person surnamed Lin, but he still hated it.

If it was important, why did Song Ziqian get out of the car angrily when that person mentioned it, but if it was annoying, why did he still yell at me for that photo today.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

However, Song Ziqian was scary when he was angry.

Mo Shen grinned and gasped twice: The hug was so tight, but the baby didn't dare to protest...

Gu Can in the car raised his hand, pressed against the window, propped his chin, and lit a cigarette.

The smoke was lingering, blurring Gu Can's expression, but he could still vaguely see that he was smiling.

The place where I got off the car was not far from the villa area. Fortunately, Gu Can walked through the gate of the villa area. If he walked through the front door, he would probably be chased and intercepted again.

After entering the gate, he walked all the way to his villa.

Mo Shen opened his mouth: "Oh?" How about I get down and go by myself?

Song Ziqian lowered his head, thinking that Mo Shen's wound hurt, so he pinched Mo Shen's sharp ears: "Be patient, I'll be home soon."

Mo Shen: "... Alas."...I didn't mean that, I was afraid that you would be tired.

Song Ziqian slightly hooked his lips.

Turning a corner, through the tall and dense trees, you can just see the roof of Song Ziqian's villa.

The little princess's house is next door to Song Ziqian's house, and his house is just around the corner.

The little princess stopped: "Meow!" I'm here, bye!

Mo Shen bowed his head: "Aww!" Bye, thank you today, and I will treat you to chicken flavor circles another day.

When I looked up, I happened to see the gate of the little princess's villa.

The lights were bright, and a little boy was sitting on the steps of the gate, crying heartbreakingly, surrounded by several men and women dressed as servants, trying to persuade him.

Little princess: "Meow!" Emma, ​​isn't that my little master?Why are you crying like this?

The crying little boy suddenly heard the familiar meowing of a cat, and quickly raised his head to look towards Song Ziqian. His black hair limply covered his forehead, his blue eyes were red from crying, and he hiccupped every now and then.

Qu Chenyu shouted: "Little princess!" Then she stood up and rushed towards Yan Yi, hugged Yan Yi, buried her face in the fluffy fur, and continued to cry loudly.

The servants behind hurriedly followed, surrounded the little boy to comfort him.

Song Ziqian hugged Mo Shen, looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

A young man in a suit and a bow tie stood up and chased after him: "Sir, sir."

Song Ziqian stopped and looked back.

Youth: "Excuse me, sir, do you know why the little princess came back now?" After a pause, a polite smile appeared on his face: "I have no other intentions, but I am too worried about the situation of the little princess, so I took the liberty to ask sir."

Song Ziqian: "It... probably came back late after going out to play." Suddenly thinking of the cat that can type during the day, he glanced at Yan Yi again and chose to be vague.

Youth: "So that's the case, thank you sir."

Song Ziqian: "En." Then he hugged Mo Shen and left. When he was leaving, he looked down at Mo Shen, Xiaobai, could he be like that cat, not just a simple... dog.

Mo Shen grinned, tilted his head to look at Yan Yi, who was hugged by a little man and couldn't get out, his white hair was wiped with snot and tears, he gloated and giggled, unaware that Yan Yi had already put his The bottom leaked.