As the host spoke, he pointed to the big screen behind him, and finally the picture turned. It became a dark patch, obviously the paparazzi was taking pictures, and the picture kept shaking, obviously because he was afraid of the man in front of it.
The man quickly walked into the hotel. Su Kui was taken aback, then turned to look at the sofa, the drunk man who didn't know what tonight.
Suddenly slapped his head—
"He is Qi Yuan?" The talented man in the entertainment industry, in his early thirties, won all the awards at home and abroad!
In the entertainment industry, he is a mysterious existence and does not accept any interviews. During the filming, the fans of the actors are not allowed to visit the class. Even in the tidbits, it is difficult to show him.
But in the few information and photos, although the photos are blurry, it is enough for his fanatics to know that this ghostly director is still a man with no worse appearance than a small flow!
It can be said that in China, Qi Yuan and Ji Wuchen are equally famous, and they are ranked in no particular order.
As for their two fans, they are incompatible with fire and water.
Ye Nanfeng only thought of Ji Wuchen in his mind, how could he know this mysterious director.
But I didn't think that as soon as Su Kui came through, so many things happened.
It's really unexpected!
"I really don't know if this is a surprise or a joy?" Su Kui turned off the TV, took a deep look at the man sleeping on the sofa, hugged the bed and covered him with the quilt, and turned back to the room.
The next day, the sky was bright, and the French windows in the living room did not pull windows, so the bright light broke in unscrupulously.
Reflected on the man curled up on the sofa.
The man seemed to sleep extremely restlessly, frowning, his tall body curled up on the small sofa aggrievedly, looking out of place.
"Well… "
Qi Yuan snorted, holding his head in pain and sitting up with difficulty. I felt like I was violently beaten up and down, and my bones creaked with a slight movement.
His memory still stayed at the banquet last night, so when he saw the strange environment in front of him, his chaotic brain suddenly became sober.
"Where am I...?"
Qi Yuan walked down barefoot, looked around, and looked at the apparently female residence. The eyes were cold, thinking that at the finale banquet, some female stars looked for various reasons to toast, and the intention was not too obvious.
He thought of a possibility.
Is it—
Is he in the house of a certain female celebrity now? !
This cognition made Qi Yuan exude a strong chill all over his body. Those who are familiar with him know that even though Qi Yuan lives in his life, he can be regarded as a gentleman and elegant gentleman. But in the crew, his temper is definitely not good, and it can even be said to be the reincarnation of the great devil!
Now, with the coldness all over, the temperature of the living room dropped to zero in an instant!
When Su Kui came out, he saw the man in a mess, standing with his back to her. The breath of the whole person is silently telling: I am in a bad mood, don't provoke me.
She raised her eyebrows, yawned, and paced over carelessly.
"Hey-"
Su Kui was just about to pat the man on the shoulder. In the next second, the whole person was restrained by a strong force and was back pressured onto the sofa.
Su Kui exclaimed and looked up inexplicably.
Just listen to the man’s cold voice, without any emotions, saying: "I advise you to rest assured! No matter what happened to us last night, you better not try to get anything from me!"