Chapter 33
"Brother Linghan... Don't go"
Ji Xiaoyue make complaints about his holding hands, and is almost to be crumbled by the burned brain. She can't help but Tucao, "come to my house and eat my drink. My bed is made to sleep for you, and you are still thinking about other men. It's a heartless little thing."
The mobile phone on the side carpet doesn't ring any more. Ling Han is always on top. Ji Xiaoyue thinks that he can make three consecutive calls to himself. It's already the sun coming out of the West.
Ji Xiaoyue's family is shrouded in gloom, while in the hotel apartment of a famous family in Lanjiang city on the other side, the tall man just came back from today's concert, looking tired.
For so many years, he worked alone abroad, and finally had the capital to leave the family. He wanted to come back and be with her regardless of everything, but it backfired. He came back, and she was no longer in the same place.
Agent Zhao Dali and his assistant moved the gifts sent by fans backstage at the concert to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was particularly eye-catching. It was enough to carry a huge black box close to people's height, which could only be carried in by two assistants.
Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp. He saw the logo on the black box at a glance, "Oh, this is a musical instrument sent by a little rich fan. This brand is purely handmade, but it's not cheap. There are so many musical instruments in a year."
The female assistant shook her head with a smile. "These fans, when they are good to you, would like to have their family members give them to you, but it's hard for ordinary people to imagine that they should be ruthless."
Zhao Dali knew what she was talking about. He laughed and didn't answer. He turned to open the black box.
The guitar with exquisite workmanship is particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classicality and elegance.
"Nianhua, come and have a look. This guitar is really good."
Su Nianhua also cherishes musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. At that time, he was in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he came back, he had already sold it. Now it's here. I don't know who took the trouble.
He got up from the sofa, went to the black box, reached out and touched the smooth guitar strings.
"LIGO, find out which fan sent it and give it to others."
After all, it's tens of thousands of things. You can't let fans pay for it. Zhao Dali is also not surprised, "you say you, people are happy to receive the gift of fans, you affectation, send you things a little bit expensive, you have to give money to others, you forget the last time in the United States that local tyrant female fans give you sports car that thing? You want me to go back, straight
If you burn the car and say you don't like it, there is no value in it. Isn't that outrageous? "
Su Nianhua looked stagnant and did not refute.
Some fans are really too young, so it's hard to avoid being infatuated with a person and can't extricate themselves. They make some irrational behaviors. It's his fans who are tolerant most of the time.
The assistant sighed,
"Car burning is nothing. I think the fans are amazing now. The girl who was hugged by brother Hua at the last concert was almost not killed by the fans today..."
Zhao energetically winked at the female assistant, but what she said had already been exported, and it was in Su Nianhua's ears word for word.
He stood up straight and glanced at the assistant and the agent. "What are you talking about?"
The female assistant took a look at Zhao Dali, who was trying to wink. She didn't know why.
"What did they do to ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice cooled down.
"..." Zhao Dali frowned to avoid Su Nianhua's eyes, "it's late, you have a rest early, and you still keep a certain distance from the fans..."
Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened. Su Nianhua grabbed his shirt collar and almost touched the ground with his toes. His eyes were burning with anger. In addition, his eyes, which had been burning red all night in the concert, were no different from those of hell,
"You know all about it?" He roared.
"Brother Hua..." the assistant screamed, "it has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with brother Li, really."
Zhao Dali was choked out of breath and said intermittently, "it's the spontaneous human flesh of the fans... I found her work place and found that she was ambiguous with her boss."
But they were in a high school, and ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua in those years. This vague news was released by Zhao Dali. He didn't dare to say that.
Su Nianhua loosened his hand and released Zhao Dali.
"Cough... Cough..." Zhao vigorously covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill just in front of him.
"It's all fans themselves, brother Hua..." the female assistant seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she touched Su Nianhua's evil eyes, she immediately closed her mouth and choked on her throat.
Su Nianhua caught a glimpse of the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the anger came from. He grabbed the guitar and threw it to the tea table. The sound of "Hua la la" accompanied by the sound of the broken guitar string made everyone in the room frown.
The glass tea table and the guitar are both defeated. There is a broken guitar between the broken glass and the broken glass. The master's handwriting is ruined. Zhao Dali's Distressed corners of his mouth were twitching. He couldn't help saying, "for a woman, you..." Su Nianhua glanced over. Everywhere the cold light went, it was quiet. Zhao Dali opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say anything more“ Tomorrow's schedule is cancelled. " He dropped that sentence before he went into the bedroom. The female assistant had never seen such an arbitrary Su Nianhua. She was stunned for a long time before she asked her bedroom, "brother Hua, do you have any temporary arrangements?"“ Go to find ye Huanyan. " There was a sullen voice in the bedroom, full of guilt and uneasiness. The female assistant took a look at the agent next to her, "what's sacred about ye Huanyan? Wasn't he rescued by brother Hua at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it look like brother Hua and he have known each other for a long time? " Zhao Da Li glared at her. "Take care of your mouth. You'd better not see or hear anything today." Assistant Leng for a while, hesitated, "then... How to do this thing, there will be a concert tomorrow night." Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, then turned his eyes flexibly, "don't worry, I have a way." He can't handle all these things well, and he can't support Su Nianhua, an Asian superstar's gold broker. After the hotel cleaning aunt came to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door, "brother Hua... Open the door, I have something to tell you." " There was no movement in it. It was like I was asleep. Zhao Da Li frowned and said, "Lu Shen, if you want ye Huanyan to retreat from the attack of your crazy fans, you'd better open the door for me." Lu Shen, the original name of Su Nianhua. Ten years ago, Lu Shen belonged to ye Huanyan. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
Ji Xiaoyue make complaints about his holding hands, and is almost to be crumbled by the burned brain. She can't help but Tucao, "come to my house and eat my drink. My bed is made to sleep for you, and you are still thinking about other men. It's a heartless little thing."
The mobile phone on the side carpet doesn't ring any more. Ling Han is always on top. Ji Xiaoyue thinks that he can make three consecutive calls to himself. It's already the sun coming out of the West.
Ji Xiaoyue's family is shrouded in gloom, while in the hotel apartment of a famous family in Lanjiang city on the other side, the tall man just came back from today's concert, looking tired.
For so many years, he worked alone abroad, and finally had the capital to leave the family. He wanted to come back and be with her regardless of everything, but it backfired. He came back, and she was no longer in the same place.
Agent Zhao Dali and his assistant moved the gifts sent by fans backstage at the concert to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was particularly eye-catching. It was enough to carry a huge black box close to people's height, which could only be carried in by two assistants.
Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp. He saw the logo on the black box at a glance, "Oh, this is a musical instrument sent by a little rich fan. This brand is purely handmade, but it's not cheap. There are so many musical instruments in a year."
The female assistant shook her head with a smile. "These fans, when they are good to you, would like to have their family members give them to you, but it's hard for ordinary people to imagine that they should be ruthless."
Zhao Dali knew what she was talking about. He laughed and didn't answer. He turned to open the black box.
The guitar with exquisite workmanship is particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classicality and elegance.
"Nianhua, come and have a look. This guitar is really good."
Su Nianhua also cherishes musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. At that time, he was in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he came back, he had already sold it. Now it's here. I don't know who took the trouble.
He got up from the sofa, went to the black box, reached out and touched the smooth guitar strings.
"LIGO, find out which fan sent it and give it to others."
After all, it's tens of thousands of things. You can't let fans pay for it. Zhao Dali is also not surprised, "you say you, people are happy to receive the gift of fans, you affectation, send you things a little bit expensive, you have to give money to others, you forget the last time in the United States that local tyrant female fans give you sports car that thing? You want me to go back, straight
If you burn the car and say you don't like it, there is no value in it. Isn't that outrageous? "
Su Nianhua looked stagnant and did not refute.
Some fans are really too young, so it's hard to avoid being infatuated with a person and can't extricate themselves. They make some irrational behaviors. It's his fans who are tolerant most of the time.
The assistant sighed,
"Car burning is nothing. I think the fans are amazing now. The girl who was hugged by brother Hua at the last concert was almost not killed by the fans today..."
Zhao energetically winked at the female assistant, but what she said had already been exported, and it was in Su Nianhua's ears word for word.
He stood up straight and glanced at the assistant and the agent. "What are you talking about?"
The female assistant took a look at Zhao Dali, who was trying to wink. She didn't know why.
"What did they do to ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice cooled down.
"..." Zhao Dali frowned to avoid Su Nianhua's eyes, "it's late, you have a rest early, and you still keep a certain distance from the fans..."
Before he finished speaking, his chest suddenly tightened. Su Nianhua grabbed his shirt collar and almost touched the ground with his toes. His eyes were burning with anger. In addition, his eyes, which had been burning red all night in the concert, were no different from those of hell,
"You know all about it?" He roared.
"Brother Hua..." the assistant screamed, "it has nothing to do with us... It has nothing to do with brother Li, really."
Zhao Dali was choked out of breath and said intermittently, "it's the spontaneous human flesh of the fans... I found her work place and found that she was ambiguous with her boss."
But they were in a high school, and ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua in those years. This vague news was released by Zhao Dali. He didn't dare to say that.
Su Nianhua loosened his hand and released Zhao Dali.
"Cough... Cough..." Zhao vigorously covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill just in front of him.
"It's all fans themselves, brother Hua..." the female assistant seemed to want to say something, but as soon as she touched Su Nianhua's evil eyes, she immediately closed her mouth and choked on her throat.
Su Nianhua caught a glimpse of the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eye. He didn't know where the anger came from. He grabbed the guitar and threw it to the tea table. The sound of "Hua la la" accompanied by the sound of the broken guitar string made everyone in the room frown.
The glass tea table and the guitar are both defeated. There is a broken guitar between the broken glass and the broken glass. The master's handwriting is ruined. Zhao Dali's Distressed corners of his mouth were twitching. He couldn't help saying, "for a woman, you..." Su Nianhua glanced over. Everywhere the cold light went, it was quiet. Zhao Dali opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say anything more“ Tomorrow's schedule is cancelled. " He dropped that sentence before he went into the bedroom. The female assistant had never seen such an arbitrary Su Nianhua. She was stunned for a long time before she asked her bedroom, "brother Hua, do you have any temporary arrangements?"“ Go to find ye Huanyan. " There was a sullen voice in the bedroom, full of guilt and uneasiness. The female assistant took a look at the agent next to her, "what's sacred about ye Huanyan? Wasn't he rescued by brother Hua at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it look like brother Hua and he have known each other for a long time? " Zhao Da Li glared at her. "Take care of your mouth. You'd better not see or hear anything today." Assistant Leng for a while, hesitated, "then... How to do this thing, there will be a concert tomorrow night." Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, then turned his eyes flexibly, "don't worry, I have a way." He can't handle all these things well, and he can't support Su Nianhua, an Asian superstar's gold broker. After the hotel cleaning aunt came to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door, "brother Hua... Open the door, I have something to tell you." " There was no movement in it. It was like I was asleep. Zhao Da Li frowned and said, "Lu Shen, if you want ye Huanyan to retreat from the attack of your crazy fans, you'd better open the door for me." Lu Shen, the original name of Su Nianhua. Ten years ago, Lu Shen belonged to ye Huanyan. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
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