I rely on force show to turn over the entertainment circle [Transmigration Book]

To Lu Xianqing, Qin Sizheng was not only an addictive drug, but also a stimulant.

A simple sentence, a single movement can easily make him lose control, and just a word of "brother" made his eyes dim, and even the camera shook.

"Janyan, I advise you not to tease me."

Qin Sizheng was frightened by that fan tonight, but the moment he heard Lu Xianqing's voice and saw his appearance, all anxiety disappeared, only stability remained.

He sat up cross-legged, and looked at him boldly from the corner of his eyes: "What's wrong with teasing you?"

Lu Xianqing pointed on the chair, and said with a faint smile: "I will remember everything I do now, and you will suffer when I go back, so be honest."

Qin Sizheng didn't care about the things that happened after a long time, and teased him confidently: "Brother, how do you want to punish me?"

He was still wearing the suit given by Ye Xu. He was exquisite and abstinent. He looked like a rich man who hadn't experienced much in the world, but his face was covered with a micro-pink rouge color, and his lips were also red.

Innocence and profligacy intertwined, Qin Sizheng put his hands on the buttons of his suit, knelt on the bed, and gently traced the cold buttons with his hands.

"They say that they are very seductive when they button up their suits, is that so?" Qin Sizheng tilted her head and leaned her mobile phone against the bedside table, only taking photos below her neck.

He unbuttoned it, buttoned it again, and repeated it twice, as expected, he heard a slight breathing.

"Qin Sizheng, if you play any more, you will be beaten."

Qin Sizheng heard his hoarse voice, like a traveler in the desert, desperately in need of a sip of water, and he was that saliva, having encountered the turmoil at night, now he just wants to be loved by Lu Xianqing.

The suit was thrown on the bed, and the shirt clip was still worn under the neat white shirt.

Lu Xianqing saw that the finger that made him crazy day and night caught the black belt, pulled it up to the point where it could no longer be pulled, then let go of it suddenly, and hit it hard on the thigh, with a crisp "snap".

The boy's eyebrows twitched, he gasped in pain, and his skin was instantly reddened.

He is white, and it is easy to leave marks. Qin Sizheng did the same thing, hooked up the other one, bounced it back, and made red marks interlaced, adding a bit of abusive beauty.

"Brother, it hurts so much."

Qin Sizheng secretly watched Qingshan Yousili's video, and posted a brother-themed one the day before yesterday. The general plot is that the younger brother has been secretly in love with his elder brother for a long time.

When my brother arrived, he saw him curled up on the bed and trembling, and thought he was sick, so he lifted the quilt to take him away, only to find that he was dressed boldly, and there was a black lace handcuff around his wrist.

The elder brother was furious and asked him who did it. The younger brother still had welt marks on his body, miserable and beautiful.

He closed his eyes and panted lightly, "Brother, it hurts so much."

The elder brother couldn't unlock the key of the handcuffs, so he called someone to come out, and was going to put the clothes on him first, but the younger brother rubbed his legs together, making the rattling sound of the chains, torturing the elder brother's sanity.

"Brother, Yanyan hurts so much, it hurts Yangan."

Although there is no sound on the video, the text made Qin Sizheng's blood flow backwards. He couldn't be bullied every time, he also wanted to try the feeling of "bullying" Lu Xianqing.

"My brother doesn't hurt me anymore."

Lu Xianqing's voice was low and hoarse, "How do you want me to love you, how about hugging you?"

Qin Sizheng's heart was hot, and he slowly removed the shirt clips and sock clips in front of him, and then took off the black socks inch by inch, exposing his white ankles, and then put his toes closer.

Lu Xianqing clenched the back of the chair tightly with her fingers, and there were already clear blood vessel marks, and even her voice seemed to be in severe pain from being ground by gravel, "I hate it..."

Qin Sizheng leaned over to pick up the phone, his expression changed into a sly one, "Fourth Brother, I'm going to take a shower, good night, sweet dreams."

Even Lu Xianqing was fooled by this turning point, and sat on the chair blankly for a few seconds before realizing that she had been tricked.

He looked at the chat interface and gritted his teeth, "Qin Sizheng, you've learned a lot."

Qin Sizheng stuffed the life-sized doll back into the cabinet, practiced some more fists, took the clothes to soak in a long hot bath, and had to get up until the water temperature turned cold.

He didn't feel sleepy, he leaned against the bedside and checked Weibo for a while.

Tonight's performance at Xi Ling's concert was cut out and put on Qin Sizheng's super chat, and the ultra-clear scene picture was updated on this site.

Is she actually there?

Qin Sizheng liked the photo, and then posted a selfie after taking a shower. His hair was still dripping wet. After posting, he blew his hair and flipped through the comment section out of boredom.

【@卢仙青 Love rivals come out to fight! 】

[@卢仙青四哥 Your wife teases me!Woohoo he teased me! 】

[Is this selfie just for us to see, or does the other four brothers also have it? 】

[I know that the other fourth brothers won't give us the rest if they don't read it. 】

Qin Sizheng was taken aback for a moment, and then realized, yes, he made it public with his fourth brother, so he can say that this person is mine, that kind of relationship.

He looked at the comment area and smirked, picking a few replies.

[He hasn't seen it, it's just for you, my babies are very noble, fourth brother is not worthy. 】

Lu Xianqing doesn't play Weibo, except for the last time he publicly flirted with someone, he hasn't used it again. Now he should be asleep, and before Qin Sizheng finished thinking, a Weibo popped up.

Lu Xianqing forwarded Weibo: I am not worthy.

[It's over, this tone is disgusting and threatening. 】

【Don't call out Bored, call out Bored, Bored is even more dangerous, I have a sister who was on the set of Between Good and Evil. Sizheng, die laughing. 】

[Official food dares to be unreasonable and support me to death?Come on, come on, I want to hear the details, let's talk about it, sister, your sister is my sister. 】

[Fourth brother is too possessive. If I yell out that I hate it, will my husband be assassinated? 】

[I told you not to shout Yanyan, why are you still shouting Yanyan, is it to make us Yanyan dangerous?You are not allowed to shout Yangan anymore! 】

Qin Sizheng looked at the rapidly rising comments on Weibo, wondering if it was too late to delete Weibo?How about pretending to sleep?When he asks tomorrow, he will say that he will be sleepy after posting Weibo.

Qin Sizheng turned off Weibo in seconds, huddled under the blanket and pretended to be asleep, but gave in after a few minutes, and sent a WeChat message to Lu Xianqing, "Fourth brother, I was wrong."

"I see you're having a good time, what's wrong?"

Qin Sizheng said honestly, "I shouldn't be playing tricks on you."

"Ah."

Qin Sizheng felt that it wasn't enough, and said, "I shouldn't return fans like that."

Lu Xianqing snorted lightly, "Why shouldn't you, am I not worthy, and now I am worthy again?"

Qin Sizheng knew that this was difficult to coax, so he simply stopped coaxing, and replied very forcefully: "You can get angry slowly, I'm going to sleep, good night."

The next day.

Qin Sizheng slept until nine o'clock, and Lu Xianqing sent a message on WeChat, saying that he had woken up.

Half an hour later, another selfie was sent. Ding Chenhai, covered in blood, stood under the eaves like a bloody Shura, quietly looking ahead, which made Qin Sizheng's heart skip a beat.

He immediately saved it, rolled around on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, lay on the bed and pointed at the screen with his finger, the image of the man shrank, and he clicked on the picture again, back and forth several times.

"mine."

Lu Xianqing is mine.

This realization made Qin Sizheng's heart so sweet, he lifted the quilt to cover himself up, read yesterday's chat records several times, and then calmed down, poking his phone to send him a message back.

[I'm awake, good morning. 】

When Shen Changfeng came, Qin Sizheng was making breakfast, humming a song and seemed in a particularly good mood.

"So happy early in the morning?" Shen Changfeng leaned against the vegetable sink, told him that the man from last night had been detained, and said that Han Zhang said that he lost his temper last night, and asked him to convey his apology.

Qin Sizheng paused, his expression suddenly changed.

Knowing that he didn't want to recall, Shen Changfeng immediately changed the subject and said, "By the way, the magazine you photographed with Shi Jianshu last time was released today, with a limited edition of [-] copies."

Shen Changfeng raised his hand and looked at his watch, "There are still two hours."

Qin Sizheng was a little worried, "Isn't it impossible to sell [-] copies? If I buy it myself, how much will it cost? Will it go bankrupt?"

"Can you be a little promising? Your fans are probably waiting for the time with their stopwatches. They are thinking about whether they can grab it. You are still thinking about whether you can sell it. Respect yourself and them a little bit, okay?"

Based on business, Qin Sizheng reposted Weibo 10 minutes before the release, and ksilo's official Weibo also released the electronic version of the cover.

Qin Sizheng's worries disappeared as soon as the sale was launched, and he disappeared in seconds before he could react, and the words "sold out" on the official website suddenly appeared.

Just... sold out?

Qin Sizheng and Shen Changfeng looked at each other, and then sighed, "The hand speed is amazing, how many years have you been single?"

Shen Changfeng: "..."

While eating, Qin Sizheng's phone rang, and Xu Zhao called.

Qin Sizheng frowned subconsciously, and Shen Changfeng picked it up, "Sizheng is eating, what's the matter?"

Xu Zhao held his breath, even Shen Changfeng dared to talk to him like that, but he had to bow his head under the eaves, he restrained his temper and said, "Talk about Qin Sizheng's contract."

Shen Changfeng said: "Talk to He Xing, and call him when signing."

Xu Zhao looked at the hung up phone, cursed bitterly, "Fuck", then looked at Xu Zhiliang on the hospital bed, and relayed the words, the latter gritted his teeth, "Call He Xing!"

As soon as Xu Zhao thought of He Xing's superior look, his teeth itch with hatred, "That woman, Mr. Xu, are you really going to sell Qin Sizheng to Lu Xianqing?"

"You fucking think I want to? I wish I could kill Qin Sizheng, but now I'm carrying hundreds of millions of fucking debts, so I can sell as much as I can! What's the use of me keeping his broken contract! Now the company's artist Can I still get a job?"

Xu Zhao suddenly felt sad, called He Xing, and called out "Sister He Xing" in a good voice.

He Xing's tone was light: "Say."

Xu Zhao gritted his teeth, and said with a smile, "Mr. Xu wants to talk to you about the Sizheng contract. May I ask you and fourth brother to come over when you are free, so we can discuss the details?"

He Xing said: "One million, hand over the money and hand over the people, there are no details to discuss, Mr. Lu and Mr. Qin have no time."

Xu Zhiliang exploded when he heard it, "100 million? You fucking sent for a beggar? I just went to beg, and I wouldn't let Qin Sizheng's contract go. Tell Lu Xianqing not to bully others!"

He Xing heard it clearly, "Oh" and said indifferently: "Then think about it again, and call me anytime when you think it through."

Xu Zhiliang and Xu Zhao looked at each other and asked questions at the same time.

"What does this stinky woman mean? You don't want Qin Sizheng anymore? Lu Xianqing thinks it's too much money to buy it?" Xu Zhiliang scolded angrily, his wrist hurt so much that he shivered.

Qin Sizheng made him at least hundreds of millions before, but now let him let go with 100 million?Lu Xianqing was simply humiliating him by rolling him to the ground!

In this case, let's kill the fish and break the net!

Here, Qin Sizheng's phone was on again, thinking it was Xu Zhao, he didn't look at it, Shen Changfeng took it over and looked at it, his face immediately changed.

"what happened?"

"Fourth brother is injured."

Qin Sizheng's face turned pale in an instant, and he snatched the phone, and An Ning sent him a photo.

Lu Xianqing was lying on the chair with a pale face, half of her blood-stained white shirt was almost torn apart, her right arm was severely bruised, and there was a long tear, blood dripping into Qin Sizheng's eyes , The phone almost fell.

"Changfeng, go to the crew! Go to the crew immediately!"

Qin Sizheng threw down his chopsticks and left, but was grabbed by Shen Changfeng, "Don't worry, I'll book a ticket right away!"