The group pet, Little Fatty, debuted in the C position

Zhu Xiaoyue tried not to think about what happened that day, and continued: "I have only seen this kind of power in Dao."

But the avenue has been dead for nearly ten thousand years.

Zhu Xiaoyue couldn't help but looked towards He Ciyuan.

"It's not him." He Ciyuan, who was not by Wen Yuan's side, looked indifferently like a robot, looking at anyone as if he was looking at a dead thing.

Huo Tanwei: "Isn't it the Dao?"

He Ciyuan pointed out the facts straight to the point: "The Dao has long since disappeared, and it is impossible to reappear."

"This, maybe it's just his strength."

Zhu Xiaoyue: "With enough faith, the Dao can be reborn."

He Ciyuan did not refute Zhu Xiaoyue's almost superficial words.

Huo Tan hugged his wife's shoulders, comforting Zhu Xiaoyue who was in a fluctuating mood.

If they can't fight, the two of them may not be able to beat He Ciyuan who is God.

Under Huo Tan's comfort, Zhu Xiaoyue slowly calmed down.

"Is it the rebirth of the Dao, or is someone using the remaining power of the Dao?"

"Also." Zhu Xiaoyue met He Ciyuan's indifferent black eyes without giving in, "When can I take Yuan Yuan home."

"at any time."

Zhu Xiaoyue:! ! !

"what?"

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Under Yan Rui's urging, Wen Yuan was taking pictures to prepare for posting on Weibo.

Beside him, An Wuxing was gesticulating with a dark gray suit.

"Damn, why did my dad send me this formal dress? This style is too ugly. Only old people like him like it."

"Crack."

Wen Yuan sent the photos to Yan Rui for checking, but only got a reply that it was too ugly to retake.

"There are so many handsome formal clothes in my closet, and any one I take out will look better than this one. If it doesn't work, I'm going to complain about his eyesight."

Wen Yuan followed Yan Rui's prompt and took a new photo, but was replied that the angle of the selfie was not good.

"Damn it, my mother chose it. Fortunately, I didn't complain directly when I asked, otherwise my mother would beat me to death."

Finally, Wen Yuan took out An Wuxing's killer tool for taking pictures - the selfie stick, borrowed the photo props to take a picture, and finally got Yan Rui's affirmation.

——Just send this one, remember to add a sentence casually.

"Wen Yuanyuan, I'm leaving, you can send me what you want to eat at night, and I'll pack it for you and bring it back."

Hearing about the food, Wen Yuan finally gave An Wuxing some attention.

"I want to eat oden~"

"Okay, I'll bring you all the Kanto cooking and Kansai cooking."

After receiving an affirmative reply from "delivery brother" An Wuxing, Wen Yuan edited Weibo and sent it.

Wen Yuan V: Brother Yan supervised my Weibo, he said that you can’t just post photos and you have to add a sentence [Photo]

After Weibo was sent out, the sound of beeping news never stopped.

Among all the notifications of Weibo messages, Wen Yuan keenly caught the message notification bell of Weibo's top attention.

Opening WeChat, it was a message from Yan Rui as expected.

——Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Wen Yuan typed his reply hesitantly.

——But Brother Yan, it has already been sent.

Fans will take screenshots, and it doesn't matter whether they change it or not.

But the comments were surprisingly good, and Yan Rui also received a lot of compliments from fans.

[That's it, Brother Yan did a great job!Be sure to supervise Wen Yuanyuan to post selfies]

【I'll go, this is a photo taken with an ordinary camera, son, you should add a filter anyway (but it looks good without a filter! Son, you are the best!!!)】

[The new wallpaper is here, Wen Yuanyuan's appearance is really impressive]

[This is also pretty!But I still prefer the screenshot of Wen Yuanyuan's face full of lovelessness during the last live broadcast, hee hee [picture]]

Reply [Can you delete it, I will use An Wuxing's instead]

[Wen Yuanyuan replied to me, ah ah ah ah I have to write ten papers tonight! (It is impossible to delete ps, but I also want the one approved by Xiaohan)]

【I'm just an emotionless image storage machine】

【Squeaky, can I wait until Wen Yuanyuan's flop】

Reply【Flop ([-] short)】

[Eight short?What eight? 】

[Blindly guess the Weibo task assigned to him by Brother Yan, message me, I am a machine for storing pictures without emotion, Wen Yuanyuan is a machine for completing tasks without emotion (Anyway, there are still eight more, do you want Wen Yuanyuan to look over me?] )]

Reply [Turn over, there are still seven! 】

[Wen Yuanyuan can ask the other four to post on Weibo too? QAQ, why are they closed?]

Reply [Brother Xi is practicing basic skills in the practice room, Tao Zixuan and Dou Liang are sleeping, An Wuxing has gone to a banquet (there are still six left)]

[xswl, Wen Yuanyuan who flipped the card with his fingers is really cute]

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An Wuxing followed behind his father. He had just finished drinking with a director, and slipped into the bathroom for any reason.

He harassed the four people who were still in the dormitory with his mobile phone, telling them how bad the wine was, and that the investor was always lewd, which made him want to go up and punch him twice.

As soon as the news was sent out, An Wuxing heard some strange voices.

"I don't think it will be refrigerated tomorrow, so take good care of me tonight." The obscene voice that made people vomit was the investor that An Wuxing had met before.

"No, get out." The voice was also a bit familiar, wasn't it Xie Jingyun who had been scolded by fans for days.

"Tsk, don't be shameless." It's really ugly to speak.

After hearing these few words, An Wuxing would be a fool if he didn't understand what happened.

This kind of thing is actually quite common in the industry. It is common for an artist to be tricked by a broker or brokerage company to the wine table and be taken advantage of by others.Even the brokerage company wanted to protect the artist, but was forcibly taken away by the investor.

Even through the door of the toilet cubicle, Xie Jingyun's voice was still annoying.

An Wuxing put away his phone, rubbed his hands together, and then kicked towards the compartment door.

Immediately there was a cursing voice from inside: "Who, you're so ignorant."

An Wuxing ignored him, and continued kicking, the cubicle, which was not of very good quality, suddenly trembled and fell apart.

Seeing that the people outside seemed to be serious, the greasy voice cursed a few more swear words, opened the door and was about to rush out, it seemed that he wanted to educate the people outside.

After seeing An Wuxing outside the door clearly, the greasy man full of fat recognized him, and the anger on his face immediately turned into a smile: "Hey, isn't this the youngest son of An Dong's family?"

An Wuxing twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile: "The person behind you is my teammate, it's not good for Mr. Wang to do this."

teammate?

Xie Jingyun raised his head, just in time to bump into An Wuxing's naughty smile, curled up with his powerless hand hanging by his side.

How could it be An Wuxing, why did he save himself.

Xie Jingyun was stunned, he and An Wuxing were the only ones left in the bathroom, and the greasy Mr. Wang who drugged him already knew where he was going.

"Why did you save me?" Xie Jingyun asked him weakly.

"Don't expose yourself, I'll save anyone inside." An Wuxing put his shoulder on his shoulder in disgust, "Hold on, I'll take you out."

Now is obviously not the time to talk too much, Xie Jingyun weakly pressed against the dangling compartment door, looked at the shoulder that An Wuxing passed over, and finally put his hand on it.

An Wuxing led him through the noisy main hall, over the tables full of wine, and finally came outside the hotel.

"Where's your manager, can you call and tell him to pick you up?" An Wuxing worried that Jingyun would go back alone.

Although this person is annoying, it doesn't mean that this kind of thing is right.

As for Xie Jingyun's current state, it looks like someone has been drugged, but I don't know if it is with the acquiescence of his agent and the agency.

Xie Jingyun nodded, and wanted to take the mobile phone from his pocket, but then thought that his mobile phone was taken away by the previous Mr. Wang.

It's just a pretext to disturb the date between them.

Pooh!

Xie Jingyun's face turned purple when he thought of that disgusting pig's face that almost kissed him.

Fortunately, he was able to hide quickly, Mad Dog man, when he gets angry, he must take revenge!

"Okay, tell me the phone number, I'll call." An Wuxing knew at a glance that Xie Jingyun's phone had been taken away.

The basic operation of this group of people is to prevent audio and video recordings from leaving evidence and calling the police.

Xie Jingyun: "I don't know."

An Wuxing: "You don't even know your manager's phone number???"

Xie Jingyun: "Who still memorizes phone numbers these days."

An Wuxing: "I remember it!"

Xie Jingyun: "Then try memorizing it."

An Wuxing: "132..."

Xie Jingyun: "What's next?"

Next forget...

An Wuxing decided to skip this one: "Forget it, I'll take you to the hotel. Have you brought your ID card?"

Even if Xie Jingyun was completely separated, he would look at An Wuxing with contempt: "Did you bring your ID card to the banquet?"

Open a room with an ID card?

An Wuxing: ...

Otherwise, just throw it on the side of the road for this person, there are so many things to do.

He came back after saving a trouble.

Fortunately, Xie Jingyun's manager couldn't get through the phone, so he realized that something was wrong, and hurried to the scene by car, just in time to see An Wuxing standing on the side of the road supporting Xie Jingyun.

"Jingyun!"

The broker's car didn't even have time to park in the parking space, so he got out of the car and ran over in a hurry.

Seeing that Xie Jingyun's cheeks were flushed and his body was weak, the manager's heart sank.

"Jing, Jingyun, are you okay?"

"It's okay, young master, I saved it in time." Seeing the manager approaching, An Wuxing immediately let go of the person on his shoulder.

He rubbed his sore shoulder, thinking that Xie Jingyun was really heavy.

Normally, Wen Yuan didn't feel anything when he leaned against him, but Xie Jingyun felt that half of his body was numb after leaning on him for a while.

"Okay, then I'm leaving, you'd better go to the hospital to deal with the effects of the medicine."

Now that people are safe, An Wuxing didn't bother to stay here to look at Xie Jingyun's face, and turned around and walked back into the hall with a wave of his hand.

Xie Jingyun's lips moved slightly, and he said "thank you" to his back.

Sincerely.

An Wuxing waved his back to him, and soon disappeared from Xie Jingyun's sight.

Manager: "Go to the hospital first, are you really okay? It's all my fault, if I had known I would never have let you come here."

"It's okay." The manager couldn't be blamed for this matter, Xie Jingyun didn't take his anger out on those around him.

After being helped into the car, Xie Jingyun leaned back on the seat.

"Brother, let's start a live broadcast to clarify the matter of retiring when we go back."