The traffic and the movie king are together [Entertainment circle]

Bai Xuchuan clutched the phone, his ears warmed up. In fact, he had already made up his mind, but he would be happier when he heard Yanzhi say it.

Lao Zhasheng looked at his ancestor's appearance unrequitedly, and silently got up to look for the public relations phone number, intending to clean up the mess.

He Yanzhi heard that although the young man was anxious, he still revealed a little excited voice, slightly startled, and said softly: "Yes."

Bai Xuchuan patted his head: "Then..."

He glanced at Lao Zha who was paralyzed next to him, and his sense of responsibility finally came back a little: "Then, how should this Weibo be explained better?"

He Yanzhi walked to the window, took out a cigarette, and lit it between his fingers.

"No need to explain." He said leisurely, "You reply me, just like chatting."

Bai Xuchuan was stunned for a moment: "Reply...Reply to what?"

"It's fine." He Yanzhi smiled and said, "Let the public think that you are teaching me to use Weibo...or I can use Weibo as a chat tool, it doesn't matter."

Lao Zha was contacting the public relations team, but his mobile phone signal was not good at Bai Xuchuan's house, so he couldn't make calls.When he was in a hurry, he glanced sideways, only to find that Bai Xuchuan had boarded his own tuba, and was typing something on the phone.

"Hey, ancestor, don't you add fuel to the flames by talking at this time?" Lao Zha was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, he rushed over to grab the phone, but he could only watch Bai Xuchuan press send.

@柏旭川: In [Yunbei]

The crowd fell silent for 0.5 seconds before drowning out the comment.

【? ? ? 】

[These two are... chatting...? 】

Lao Zha rubbed his chest, murmured blankly: "It's over, it's all over. I thought I could say it was hacking..."

Bai Xuchuan said silently: "Old Zha, no one believes in account hacking these days! This public relations method was outdated five years ago."

Lao Zha was weak: "It's okay, just fan letters... Do you still think you two have not enough scandals?"

Bai Xuchuan looked at He Yanzhi and replied with "[smile]", I have to say that this expression is very in line with his Weibo style - except for the last two days.

He deliberately paused for 2 minutes to see the reaction of the fans.

[The real version chatted [bye]]

[Catch a wild cub, you can only see you on other people's Weibo! 】

【? ? ? ? 】

It seems...it's really a bit on the right track.

Bai Xuchuan rubbed his temples, thought about it and replied: "Did you drink something? [Yun Bei]"

Lao Zha stared at Weibo and let out a long sigh: "Hey..."

"Don't worry, it doesn't look that bad." Bai Xuchuan said optimistically.

He remembered what Lao Zha said just now, "You two don't think the scandal is enough", he couldn't help asking: "How much scandal do we have?"

Lao Zha glanced at him: "The point is not the amount, but the attitude of the two of you."

"Eh?"

"It's so different from before." He sighed, "Forgot? How did you treat Zheng Xi back then."

"Back then?" Bai Xuchuan recalled silently for a while, but said, "I can't remember at all."

"That is, you didn't take it to heart at all, so how can you think about it." Lao Zha shook his head and said, "At that time, you killed CP, don't mention how ruthless you were, and you were cold-faced in front of your face, and you were not familiar with CP fans. At the beginning, it was a shame. I lost a lot of fans. I have advised you to bear with it for a while, and wait until the foundation is stabilized before attacking, but you can't bear it at all."

I can't stand being tied up with someone I hate.

He Yanzhi's Weibo has been trending for 24 hours. Countless passers-by came to watch He Yanzhi who "said he drank too much" and Bai Xuchuan who "couldn't be with the gentleman".

After all, it is rare to see two big stars who usually have to spend money to watch the online chat.

Lao Zha looked around in fear for a long while, and finally relaxed in a relaxed tone: "It seems to be all right for the time being?"

"It's okay." Bai Xuchuan glanced at him, but said, "Old Zha, wipe off your sweat."

Lao Zha took the towel and looked at his artists again. For some reason, his relieved breath was stuck in his chest again.

Why do I always feel that this knife is hanging on my neck, and it might fall off at any time...

That taste is more uncomfortable than giving him a knife now!

Lao Zha hesitated and asked: "After you arrive in Milan, you should be very busy, right?"

Bai Xuchuan nodded and said: "The schedule is very tight, we have to visit the headquarters, then visit the store and discuss..."

Lao Zha hesitated to speak.

"What?" Bai Xuchuan gave him a strange look, "You look worried."

"Your partner is also filming in Milan, so he should be quite busy." Lao Zha hinted frantically.

"Yes, I think, if I rush over after the show, maybe there's still time—"

I know it when I think about it, hey.

Is it easy for him to crazily block the cabinet door alone?

"What's too late?" the poor manager asked desperately.

"Give him crayfish."

Bai Xuchuan said.

Recently, He Yanzhi's fans are very keen.

It can't be said that it is not very good - after all, their idol, who hardly shows up, suddenly became enlightened and changed three times a day, which is like an ancient god who has broken his pen and suddenly returned to write articles.

Fans should have been thrilled.

However, most of He Yanzhi's fans are girlfriend fans, except for fans who can truly exercise rational restraint, and they are very strict with his scandals.

In the past, there were almost no scandals about idols, and even if there were rumors, they were always quickly refuted by the idols themselves.

But now an invincible existence suddenly appeared.

This has accumulated a lot of resentment.

Du Wei was noble and glamorous at first, but in the end she was furious, and used Bai Xuchuan's photo P emoticon pack to show her counterattack.

Bai Xuchuan's fans also fought back immediately, but it's a pity that they have the largest number of people, but their combat effectiveness is only five scumbags.

Even if he fights against He Yanzhi's fans who are not organized and disciplined, he can only be a close match.

……

Before Bai Xuchuan went abroad, he hadn't been to the company for a long time.

Usually, even if there is no activity, he would go to the company to check in to see the group of trainee monkeys, but now time is sensitive, he'd better avoid Feng Kai who has already offended him.

From time to time, Lao Zha passed on company news to him, and the latest one is...

"When you come back from Milan, you may have to attend a funeral soon." Lao Zha said not cryptically.

Bai Xuchuan frowned: "Is the old man completely dead?"

"Mr. Lun stays at the hospital all day. I've seen him once or twice, and he doesn't hide his emotions." Lao Zha sighed, "And all the personnel and personnel in the company have started to take action. Mr. Kai can't wait for a day."

Bai Xuchuan's eyes flickered slightly: "Boss Kai is so sure, will the old man give him the company?"

"Mr. Lun is not Mr. Feng's biological daughter after all. He is here through a layer of blood. Besides, Mr. Kai has always held more shares than Mr. Lun." Lao Zha affirmed, "He is very confident."

"That's not necessarily true." Bai Xuchuan murmured, "Is it related by blood? A non-blooded person stays in the ward day and night, and a blood-related person is busy calculating his life's painstaking efforts. Which one is closer and which one is farther away?"

He looked out of the window and thought silently: "My biological parents who have blood relationship have abandoned me, but strangers who have no blood relationship have raised me..."

Which one is closer and which one is farther away?

Milan.

Monta Green Street is the most famous luxury street in this ancient capital. Its hundreds of years of history have made her integrate all the characteristics of the Renaissance to the modern and contemporary.

L's headquarters is just next to the cathedral two kilometers away. A big red Ferrari started from the quaint church and drove all the way to Ludily's century-old store on Montagrin Street.

The young man had a pair of long legs intertwined, and his upper body was a rust red stitched white wide-sleeved thin sweater with a large V-neck. His hands on his knees were very white, with slender fingers, and they tapped gently with the music in the car.

The blond curly hair sitting next to him is named Perry. He is the art director of the L family who met him on the streets of Kangaroo Country late last year and handed him his business card.In the front row sat the more famous Gray Pan—the bearded and hooked nose, the world-renowned chief designer of Ludily.

Bai Xuchuan's comfortable mood infected the man around him, and Perry said with a smile, "You like jazz very much?"

"I like many kinds of music." Bai Xuchuan raised the corner of his mouth, "Of course, jazz makes me happy."

He glanced out the window: "It's like today's weather..."

Just as Perry was about to answer, he found that the people around him froze.

The young oriental young man, who had always been leisurely and natural, seemed to be attracted by something. He looked at the crowd of onlookers not far ahead and a familiar figure in the crowd, held his breath, and his heart beat faster.

Is it so coincidental?

Under the dome of the blue sky, the entire broad street was shrouded in sunlight.

As the car carrying the young man drove past, Bai Xuchuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the crew.

"What are you looking at?" Perry followed his gaze.

Bai Xuchuan withdrew his gaze and raised his lips slightly.

"A friend." He closed his eyes and said softly.

The car drove 200 meters forward, but encountered trouble when it stopped at the door.

"Why so many people?" Perry wondered, "They are all..."

Most of them are young girls, most of them are oriental, and they also have western faces, and they get excited when they see the car coming.

The bearded man pricked up his ears and listened: "Bai, are you a fan?"

They had never seen such a battle in Milan.After all, in Europe, even a big ip movie release ceremony will not gather so many people!

Fortunately, there are bodyguards at the entrance of the store, and the order of the crowd is also good, listening to the deployment.

As soon as the pair of long legs touched the ground, there were loud screams all around, and as soon as the photographer turned the lens, it was dark and full of people!

Seeing this scene, even Bai Xuchuan himself was surprised.He waved to the crowd with a smile, turned and entered the store.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, call it a day.

The crew moved the props into the car, today's shooting ended early, and everyone got a rare vacation.

"Director, do you want a drink?" Nixi yelled at him.

He Yanzhi said lightly: "You guys go."

He was wearing a windbreaker jacket, with his hands in his pockets, patrolled around the spot, and entered a coffee shop on the street.

"What to drink?"

"An Americano."

Along the ancient streets of Milan, the man randomly found a chair and sat down, holding a cup of hot coffee and holding a lighted cigarette between his fingers.

Passers-by watched him pass curiously.

The sun fell on his eyebrows, and he closed his eyes slightly.

For a long time.

"Cough—um."

A loud reminder sounded in front of him, and He Yanzhi opened his eyes. First, he saw a pair of white high-top casual shoes, followed by familiar long legs, straight and close together.

Bai Xuchuan changed into a light beige thin windbreaker, his smooth black hair was blown a little messy in the wind, his hands were in his pockets, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Hey." He looked down at He Yanzhi who was stunned and unresponsive, a little dissatisfied, "You don't know me?"

He Yanzhi kept looking upwards, and finally met those angry eyes, and finally smiled briefly after a while.

"Huh."

He pinched his cigarette and stood up, took a step closer, and smiled uncontrollably: "Let me see—who is this?"

With the familiar tone, Bai Xuchuan's ears were a little hot, he coughed lightly, and glanced back with a little guilty conscience.

Passers-by didn't pay much attention to this side, and his fans thought he had already returned to the hotel, but there were a few people poking around beside the car that was about to drive away across the street.

Probably someone you don't know.

opposite.

Nisi: "Oh, the boss is talking to a little prince."

Demon: "It seems that the atmosphere is very unusual."

Assistant Director: "For some reason, this picture reminds me of my first love."

Nisi summed up his submission: "It seems clear that the boss doesn't have a girlfriend, in fact—"

"He has a boyfriend."