The Movie Emperor's Object Fluffy [Rebirth]

【Jiang Fan is red, black red black red】

In the royal blue nanny's car, Lan Xi put on her clothes, and sat down beside Xiao Jincheng.

Xiao Jincheng turned his head, and a pair of starry eyes swept across his face lightly, showing no joy or anger.

Lan Xi took his arm and smiled flatteringly, "Brother~"

Xiao Jincheng still had a straight face.

Lan Xi puffed her face and confessed, "I accidentally drank alcohol and transformed...Brother, don't worry, no one will see."

"Why are you with that little singer?" Xiao Jincheng said in a low voice.

"His smell is very familiar." Lan Xi tilted her head like a little animal, and recalled, "I drank the wine and thought it was my brother."

Xiao Jincheng raised his thick black eyebrows slightly, and looked at Li Fan in the front seat with calm eyes.

Li Fan nodded towards the rearview mirror, and said respectfully: "President, don't worry, I will check."

Lan Xi put her head on Xiao Jincheng's shoulder, and said softly, "He's fine, and he even feeds me eggs."

Xiao Jincheng evoked a faint smile, "One egg bought you?"

Lan Xi shook her head and said flatteredly, "It's not one, it's three."

Xiao Jincheng pursed his lips, and ordered in a deep voice, "Ask someone to pick out the largest chicken farm in the suburbs and buy it."

"Okay, President." Li Fan wrote it down in the memo solemnly, without the slightest look of surprise.

Lan Xi straightened up, and said without beginning or end: "Brother, I want to work in Brother Fu Ling's company."

Xiao Jincheng's eyes darkened, "We also have a company at home, so we don't need to go to him."

"I want to be a trainee, and Brother Fu Ling wants to make an online drama."

"Want to be an artist?"

Lan Xi nodded against her will.

Xiao Jincheng pretended not to see the carelessness in his eyes, and smiled indulgently, "Tell my second uncle to set up an artist agency department in Lan's Media, and only sign Xixi."

Lan Xi puffed up, grabbed Xiao Jincheng's hand and emphasized: "I just want to go to Brother Fu Ling."

Xiao Jincheng compromised instantly, "Okay, Xixi can go if she wants, and I'll call Fu Qiang later."

"Yeah!" Lan Xi bent her eyes and leaned back on her elder brother happily.

Xiao Jincheng patted his head gently, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that the two are family friends, he would have bought Yunxiao Entertainment and Xingyue Bar a long time ago.

That kid Fu Ling, hum!

***

On the last day of September, Jiang Fan lived in chaos.

Early in the morning, his phone kept ringing, and the voice steward's notifications were all Weibo private messages and @. When he opened it, the accusations of passers-by and the disappointment of fans accounted for the majority, and there were very few voices of objective verification and encouragement.

Hao Liang ran up from downstairs with an anxious expression on his face, "Brother Fan, they, they actually said that you beat someone!"

Jiang Fan gritted his teeth, his expression was not very good.

Turn on the phone, Weibo hotspots and headlines are full of headlines in red and bold——

"The Sea of ​​Clouds group has trouble again, lead singer Jiang Fan beats up the reporter!"

"After the car accident, she became mentally disturbed, and the future of the rising star in the music industry was ruined!"

"Driving fatigued, violently injuring others, becoming popular or facing jail time!"

……

For a while, keywords such as #江船追身#, #江船打人#, #江船痛车驾驾#, #江fan病问问# and other keywords quickly crowded the top pages of each topic list.

——Even if the Yunhai group won the music award back then, they didn’t have such a big amount of exposure.

However, no one is happy about it.

Hao Liang was sweating all over his face, "Brother Fan, what should we do?"

Jiang Fan pinched the center of his brows, but also felt a headache.

He just dialed Liang Qing, turned off the phone, presumably he had already boarded the plane, as for the company's public relations department...

Looking at the words "Lin Hai was implicated for no reason" and "Where will Lin Hai go" attached to his name, Jiang Fan showed a sneer.

He really didn't believe that this matter had nothing to do with the company or that mean but shrewd new manager.

Jiang Fan pointed his finger on the address book, and there were not many people he could turn to for help. Lin Hong, the editor-in-chief of "Grassroots Fashion", was the one with the most contacts and the most likely to help him.

The call was connected quickly, Jiang Fan cleared his throat, and said in a familiar tone, "Sister Hong, are you busy?"

"I'm driving." Lin Hong's voice was as straightforward as her personality, "I already know the matter, Fanzi, don't worry, I will call the public relations company I know later and see what they say ,All right?"

By saying this, she showed that she would help.

Jiang Fan was a little moved, and said sincerely, "Sister Hong, I'm sorry to trouble you. I'll transfer the money to you."

"You're being polite to me? If it wasn't for you, my sister would have froze to death on the main road." Lin Hong smiled and hung up the phone.

Jiang Fan couldn't help laughing, Lin Hong was ten years older than him, and the process of the two getting acquainted was quite dramatic.

In his sophomore year, he sang at Xingyue Bar, and when he was returning to school in the middle of the night, he ran into Lin Hong who was drunk and fell in the green belt.

It was December, the coldest time in the imperial capital.Lin Hong wore less clothes, and snowflakes fell in the sky again. Jiang Fan couldn't bear it, so he carried her on his back and took a room in a hotel by the roadside.

In the previous life, whenever he was about to fail, it was Lin Hong who extended a helping hand in time.She and Lin Hai can be said to be the closest people in Jiang Fan's heart.

As soon as he thought of Lin Hai, the bright smiling face with canine teeth lit up on the screen.

Jiang Fan's hands subconsciously placed on the hang-up button, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up.

"Fanzi, I saw the news." Lin Hai's expression was as worried and worried as his tone, "...how are you now?"

Jiang Fan twitched the corners of his mouth, and said flatly, "It's okay, I can't die."

Lin Hai blinked, and a deep grievance flashed in his eyes, "Fanzi, don't be angry, I, I will call Sister Bai and beg her to suppress the news..."

The "Sister Bai" he was talking about was their new manager, Bai Lan.

"No need." Jiang Fan sneered, "If necessary, I will tell her personally, don't forget, she is also my manager."

Lin Hai was stunned, Jiang Fan like this made him very strange.He thought it was through the screen, and quickly said, "Fanzi, I'll be back in two days..."

Jiang Fan pursed his lips, with a hint of irritability between his brows, and his tone became even more hostile, "Lin Hai, I made it very clear last time, from now on, let's pretend we don't know each other. Did you call me."

Lin Hai pursed his lips, his eyes glowed with water, "Fanzi, are you still angry with me? I, I didn't mean to..."

If it were in the past, Jiang Fan would have softened his heart. However, the aggrieved and depressed in the previous life, the pain and anger of the underground parking lot blocked his heart, and he could no longer tolerate Lin Hai, the culprit.

He hung up the phone with a cold face, and leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Looking at the deep wrinkles between his brows, Hao Liang asked cautiously, "Brother Fan, are you blaming Brother Hai?"

Jiang Fan sneered, of course he was to blame!

It took him a whole ten years to pay the price of his life before he saw a person clearly.

When we first met, Lin Hai had a cheerful personality, lively and clingy, even if he was a little squeamish, it was within the range he could bear.

Lin Hai's family is well-off, and he has seen many people and things since he was a child, and he has helped him a lot in dressing, styling, and receiving people and things.

Even after two people are together, there are discussions in work and life, and there has never been a major conflict.

Jiang Fan couldn't figure out why Lin Hai would get involved with others behind his back.

For resources, for superiors?

Or do you despise him for "no"?

Jiang Fan covered his eyes and took a deep breath—this was the only thing he felt ashamed of Lin Hai.

They have been together for five years, and they only stop at kissing and hugging, and they have never had a more intimate relationship.

However, Jiang Fan's body functions are all normal, no matter whether he goes to the hospital or sees a psychiatrist, he can't find any problems.

Jiang Fan...just couldn't get hard on Lin Hai.

Lin Hai cried and complained, and Jiang Fan felt guilty, so he could only do his best to treat him better.

The phone rang, and the caller displayed "Er Zai".

Jiang Fan was taken aback. This was his college roommate, a native of the Imperial Capital, who majored in media. As far as he could remember, the two hadn't been in touch for five or six years.

When Er Zai spoke, his eyebrows and mouth moved together, his whole face was humorous and full of vigor, "Damn it! Third brother, buddy only slept for a while, why did you get hacked all over the Internet?"

Looking at the familiar and vivid face in his memory, Jiang Fan couldn't help but regain the feeling he had when he was in school.

With a wry smile, he drooped his head and replied, "I feel very honored too."

Er Zai winked, "Now you are completely red, black and red."

Jiang Fan rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily: "Give it to you, do you want it?"

Erzai chuckled, "Don't be sad, buddy is a professional in this matter, let's see how I can get you back!"

Jiang Fan just remembered that Erzai opened a media studio before he graduated, holding several big V numbers in his hand, covering various sectors of entertainment and leisure. You can earn a lot of money.

Jiang Fan was not polite, and said "haha" to the screen, "Thank you, second child."

Er Tsai rolled his eyes and made a motion of vomiting.

Jiang Fan laughed and hung up the video call.

Beside the coffee table, Hao Liang was sitting cross-legged in front of the computer, doing his fingers like flying.

One after another Weibo was clicked, and they quickly replied a few sentences, then immediately switched accounts, and then replied, the content was naturally to defend Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan was filled with emotion.

In his last life, he closed himself up, his friends and brothers gradually drifted apart, leaving only music and Lin Hai in his life.

At this moment, he suddenly gained confidence. He was not alone, and it was not too late. He still had plenty of time and plenty of opportunities to start over.

The author has something to say: Hey, the background is set in 2038, you can make video calls~~