My old enemy always wants to kiss me [Entertainment Circle Ancient Times]

In front of the French windows that were half the size of the wall, Song Yicen had messy hair on his head, was wearing a furry bear pajamas, and was lying on a rocking chair, sleeping soundly, with an open book folded upside down on his face.

The warm spring breeze flapped the window screen from time to time, and the warm afternoon sun shone in through the window, showering him all over.

Susan, who had just rushed back from other places, suddenly lost her temper and threw a stack of documents in her hand onto Song Yicen.

Song Yicen was so frightened that he almost fell off the rocking chair.

He got up very angry, and was about to get angry, but when he looked up, he saw a frighteningly dark, slightly tired face with delicate makeup.

It was Susan, his agent.

The dragon swims in shallow water, and the tiger falls in Pingyang.

Repeatedly telling himself to hold back his anger, he slowly picked up the dropped books and documents, and yawned loudly: "Morning."

"Morning? Look at what time it is!" Susan stretched her wrist under Song Yicen's nose in disbelief, "Still sleeping here! Where's your assistant Xiaoxi?"

The press conference will be held in two hours, and none of these ancestors is reassuring.Fortunately, she didn't go home after coming out of the airport, so she came here directly.

Song Yicen looked troubled: "I don't know, third sister."

"Calling me third aunt or third grandma doesn't work." Susan grabbed Song Yicen and pushed him into the bathroom, "Don't dawdle with me, go wash up quickly. You want the media to give you a reputation of 'playing big names', right? "

She hurried to arrange follow-up work.

One hour, four and 10 minutes later, Susan escorted Song Yicen and Xiaoxi to appear downstairs in Panjing Hotel.

Time was tight, so Song Yicen didn't have time to do a proper styling.

Susan helped him fiddle with his hairstyle, and at the same time told him not to talk nonsense or lose his temper at the press conference later.

It depends, Song Yicen thought.

He answered casually, got out of the car, turned his face and saw a row of X display racks at the entrance of the hotel...

Song Yicen: "Presumptuous!"

Xiao Xi, who was half a beat behind, said, "Damn it!"

Several neatly arranged posters of Song Yicen's single person were all splashed with thick ink.

Xiaoxi ran over to touch it, the ink was still fresh, and rubbed his ink: "Who the hell did this?"

The dark-faced Song Yicen didn't even think about it: "I'm black."

Who else could do this besides Heizi?

However, his sunspots have already spread all over the world, as many as stars.

The studio staff who just came out also looked at each other in blank dismay, saying that everything was normal here half an hour ago.

There were people coming and going at the gate, and Susan was the first and the second oldest, but she didn't dare to delay here any longer. She asked a staff member to adjust the surveillance, and she took Song Yicen and Xiaoxi straight to the reserved banquet hall.

The media has basically arrived.

Song Yicen and his party arrived 5 minutes early, which made Susan breathe a sigh of relief.

She was afraid that these entertainment media would arrange some new black spots for Song Yicen.

Involved in drugs, fraudulent donations, independence, rape|violence, mistresses, and illiteracy.

Except for illiteracy, any other label can ruin the entire career of an artist.And Song Yicen became so awesome that he directly took all the six labels into his bag.

Susan strongly suspects that if he gathers another black material of "playing big cards", he may be able to directly summon the dragon, travel nine days, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

In fact, all the smart people in the circle understand that Song Yicen was bullied by a group of people.

It was only because he became famous overnight half a year ago, blocking the way of others.

But the public is not aware of the twists and turns, and the media is happy to add fuel to the flames for their own interests.

So in the past half month, public opinion has turned upside down.Cries of "Song Yicen get out of the entertainment circle" were overwhelming, and the dirty water poured in like a flood, drowning people out of breath.

Song Yicen's entertainment company is a small company, and the boss was lucky and good-sighted, so he was able to sign Song Yicen early, and became a first-line trafficker in the entertainment industry.But the company has never encountered such a crisis of public opinion before, so it was caught off guard these days and was always struggling to deal with it.

This press conference is also a black material clarification meeting.

It is said that "it is easy to spread rumors, and it is impossible to refute rumors." Susan knew that this press conference might not have any effect, but she was splashed with dirty water for no reason, so she had to stand up and shout "I am wronged".

At the beginning of the press conference, Susan led Song Yicen and a group of staff from the studio to line up, bowing and apologizing.

Everyone sincerely bowed ninety degrees, except Song Yicen.He reluctantly lowered his head a little more after being slapped several times by Susan.

Why?Song Yicen wanted to ask.

He was an emperor in his previous life. In this life, he was a commoner. He was already useless enough, and he was framed and insulted for no reason.

More than half a month ago, he just couldn't refuse the repeated invitation of his colleagues who were filming together, and stepped into the KTV box.Unexpectedly, as soon as he went in, a group of policemen with live ammunition came to his back.With a dazed look on his face, he still hadn't figured out what was going on, and after a few days, major news platforms began to report overwhelmingly that he was involved in drugs.

At the same time, the head of a charity suddenly contacted the media and accused him of fraudulent donations.But he obviously transferred the 150 million yuan to the relevant staff. The embezzlement of the money was beyond his expectation. Even if his supervision is not in place, it is not enough to blame him for all the faults. On the head, Qiang An gave him the title of "fraudulent donation".

He was also labeled as independent and illiterate.In his previous life, he was the king of the Yan Kingdom, and the Yan Kingdom has a history of more than 500 years.At that time, that piece of land was not the territory of Yan State. He just asked in public, "Isn't there a foreign barbarian there?" He is an English envoy to the Western Regions, so he naturally does not know how to recite Tang poems and Song lyrics that people are familiar with today, let alone what "Goodmorning" means.

As for rape|violence and mistress, that's even more nonsense.At one point it was said that he was suspected of raping|violating Du Qing, the actress who refused to follow, and at the other it was said that he and Du Qing had arranged for the song secretly, intervened in the marriage, and were willing to be the third party.The Du Qing described by the media, his attitude changes from time to time, isn't it contradictory?Will anyone believe this?

That's all.

But it is clear that others are sorry for him, it is clear that others owe him an apology, but he can't say anything wrong, and he has to bow and apologize sincerely first, begging for everyone's understanding.

How could he bear this kind of insult?

But Susan said that people always have to bend their waists for five buckets of rice, and survival is the most important thing.

In fact, Susan didn't expect Song Yicen to flatter the media and the audience, she only hoped that he would shut up and just stand aside when she clarified the facts one by one.

But Susan didn't think that such a little wish was an extravagant wish.

When a reporter took out the intimate photos of Song Yicen and Du Qing that people with a discerning eye knew at a glance to be deliberately composited by Heizi with a mean face, and asked aggressively and eloquently, "How does Mr. Song explain these photos", Song Yicen Staring at those unsightly PS photos, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, so he pointed the microphone in his hand at the reporter's head and smashed it hard.