Shinto monks in modern times

The moon is hanging alone, and the world is chilling.

When Feng Yi and the others found Hu Zhenzhen, he was squatting next to the reporter surnamed Wan, thinking hard.

The reporter was lying on the cold concrete floor, looking lifeless, He Nan gasped in shock, almost forgot that he was a demon cultivator, and rushed up like a mortal to test his breath, before he finally relaxed: "He not dead."

The little fox despised him: "To kill this kind of scum, I don't want to make Tiandao pay for it."

Feng Yi repeated: "Scum?"

Hu Zhenzhen wrinkled his nose: "He said everything, including fabricating celebrities to go to bars for the sake of selling newspapers, taking drugs, abducting fans, pedophilia, necrophilia, etc., and installing camera bugs in other people's hotels, and not You know how many people have been killed!"

In the entertainment industry, every celebrity has the nature of a "commodity". Their lives attract everyone's attention, but to smear an artist or expose his privacy, if the public believes it, will have an impact on all aspects.As small as money, as big as life and death.

Most of the innate magical powers of fox demons are "charm". When needed, they can show a charm far beyond the ordinary, attracting people to indulge in it and relying on it as the main thing. The length of time is affected by many factors.

He Bei followed his brother to confirm it, and said in surprise, "I'm not mistaken, he just fell asleep?" Although it is possible to catch a cold, this method is too gentle.

"Don't make noise! ​​I was thinking about it," the little fox was annoyed: "'Drunk molested the underworld boss and was beaten violently''He was in a trance and hit eleven electric poles in a row and then fell into the manhole cover and was stolen from the sewer mouth''Late night of performance art Running naked around the police station'...which is better?"

Everyone: "..."

The dryad, who had an aesthetic disagreement with the little fox and usually looked at each other disliked, couldn't help but wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and felt that he had re-acquainted with the species of fox demon: "Just be happy."

Song Shi warned: "Pay attention to protecting his intelligence." Don't fool him.

Since the boss of the underworld has not been found for the time being, it is possible that he will not be rescued after falling into the sewer. Finally, a combination version is presented: after the premiere of "Zhengxi", reporter Wan, who was in a bad mood, got drunk and hit eleven in a row in a trance. Telephone poles, and drunkards running naked around the police station late at night.

Once you accept this setting, it sounds quite exciting!

Weird.

He Bei wiped his face: "Brother, it's not easy for you." He usually takes care of this little fox.

The big crane looked deep and looked up at the moon behind the clouds: "I think tomorrow's Toutiao will be born." But can this kind of thing be counted in the entertainment section?

The night is already deep.

Shao Hanyan returned home, took a deep breath, and dialed a certain number.

The color bell rang for a long time before the phone was picked up. A voice that seemed to wake up from sleep said, "Hello?"

"Is it you? Yan Guan!" Unable to restrain the emotion, it was reflected in the words: "So many media besieged Feng Yi at the premiere, and you were behind the scenes!"

Yan Guan's voice sounded extremely innocent, with a coquettish nasal voice: "Honey, what are you talking about? What happened at the premiere? I went to bed at midnight tonight, very good. "

"The first person to speak out tonight is Reporter Wan from the Entertainment Morning News. I remember that you have a good relationship with him; the other media who followed up with the question must either have friendship with you, or have a happy cooperation with your parents? After all, uncle and aunt I have also been in the entertainment industry."

"Of course, it doesn't rule out the possibility that you sent a letter to newspapers and magazines to break the news, and then some media saw what happened tonight and followed suit."

Shao Hanyan stood on the balcony, closed her eyes and felt the wind blowing, her expression became more and more condensed: "If there is a festival with Feng Yi, and I can mobilize these media to attack the movie premiere, I can't think of anyone else except you gone."

It took Yan Guan a while to speak, and his voice sounded very troubled: "What happened? Why did the media besiege Feng Yi? Baby, I don't know why you think that this matter has something to do with me. There must be some misunderstanding..."

His defense was interrupted, Shao Hanyan said softly: "Yan Guan, do you love me?"

"Do you still remember the poem I wrote for you?" It seemed that he had returned to a familiar place, Yan Guan's affectionate style, and the aria was gorgeous: "If there is only one voice left in this world, it is the heartbeat of my love for you."

"Then, why didn't you come to my premiere? Well, I know, fans are generally not optimistic about our relationship. If the paparazzi find out that our relationship will affect our career, then let's change the question," Shao Hanyan opened her eyes. Open your eyes: "During the filming of "Zheng Xi", you asked me to find a way to make Feng Yi suffer, and you also asked me to 'create' his 'accident' injury and force the director to change. Have you ever thought that if this If something is discovered, what will happen to me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"You clearly know that the Feng Group stands behind Feng Yi and is fully capable of blocking me," Shao Hanyan asked, "Your career is a career, but mine is not? Besides, what will happen to other people if this matter is exposed?" Look at me? Femme fatale? The most poisonous woman? Are you just acting like you’re heartbroken and looking for a new love?”

She asked again: "Do you really love me?"

It's like going to a fruit stand to buy apples and asking the hawker if they are sweet, and the other party will definitely answer sweet. People know how the other party will answer, but they still want to hear affirmation.But this time, Yan Guan didn't even have affirmation.

He just hesitated and said, "Sorry, honey, I was too excited and thoughtful enough."

There was silence on both sides.

There are no birdsong and cicadas singing on a summer night in the city, and only the breathing of the other party can be heard through the mobile phone, so subtle and so clear.

Shao Hanyan suddenly broke the silence, and said surprisingly: "The one you really love is Qiu Yuan, right?"

Yan Guan finally lost his usual rhythm and raised his voice, "Nonsense!"

Shao Hanyan sneered a few times, and said aggressively: "When you stayed in the hotel that night, you called her name in a dream at night! Why, you like her very much? It's a pity that she loves Feng Yi!" Jealousy suddenly rushed into his head , she sneered mercilessly: "Feng Yi is younger than you, richer than you, taller than you and not bad in appearance, what do you compare with him?"

Yan Guan was furious: "Shut up!"

Shao Hanyan was still laughing: "Qiu Yuan is dead! Before she died, she was still thinking about Feng Yi. Who are you?"

"Bitch!" The voice stopped abruptly.

Shao Hanyan maintained a listening posture, staring at the shell wind chimes on the balcony.There was a wind blowing, and there was a ding-dong sound.In fact, she doesn't like this kind of thing, it's noisy and disturbs her sleep, but Yan Guan likes it and hopes she hangs here.

After the phone was disconnected, there was no more text, and the jealousy gradually cooled down. Shao Hanyan was a little uneasy, bit her lip and redialed again, but no one answered.Reluctantly, she redialed, raised her arm and brought the phone to her ear, expecting that familiar voice, which was always sweet in the past.After a long time, she didn't give up the idea until the soreness in her arm hit her.

With Yan Guan's temper, he might have dropped the phone.

Thinking of this, the young and beautiful actress showed a sweet or sad smile, and murmured: "Children have a temper."

She touched her belly subconsciously, thinking that there is still a small life conceived here, thinking of the solemn and romantic wedding, thinking of the furnishings of the new house, thinking of the husband and the child in the future... She backed down again, thinking about it again tomorrow. Contact Yan Guan, apologize to him, and then reconcile——

Little did they know, the next day, the world was turned upside down.