As soon as Tang Qiaoqiao said she was going to the bathroom, Fang Yuan became worried when she saw her expression: "You don't want to take care of that girl, right?"
She said solemnly: "I really want to go to the bathroom." Just to see how the girl is doing.
As an assistant, Fang Yuan had no choice but to persuade Tang Qiaoqiao, "Don't make trouble, be merciful."
Tang Qiaoqiao glanced at her: "Am I such a rude person? I always convince people with reason."
Fang Yuan helped her forehead helplessly, her convincing with reason was really not reassuring, she thought about it and followed.
Tang Qiaoqiao carried the hem of her skirt and walked towards the bathroom with a basket of fruits. The dressing room was on the way to the bathroom.
"No, wear this, that skirt is still long."
"The collar of the dress is lower."
"Showing your thighs won't kill you. When you become famous and become a big star in the future, no one cares about what you want to wear. Don't be fucking hypocritical now."
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Before Tang Qiaoqiao walked to the door of the locker room, he heard the middle-aged man from the Mediterranean swearing in his throat again, with a bad attitude, as if he didn't mind being heard.
Tang Qiaoqiao was so angry that she pushed open the door of the dressing room and walked in. The locker room is very big, and there are several rooms around the corner. She followed the sound to find the position of the two people.
During this period, the scolding voices of the Mediterranean men never stopped, while the girls in the girl group just whispered back a few "I know."
Tang Qiaoqiao was furious, her footsteps were fast, and the bunch of purple grapes on top of her head also shook.
Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao's appearance, Fang Yuan was afraid that she would not be able to explain what happened later, so she quickly took out her mobile phone and took a picture in the dark.
Tang Qiaoqiao found the dressing room where the Mediterranean man was, opened the door, and saw the man standing on the plastic bench, leaning on the door panel of the compartment and looking in, and said something righteously, "I'm just supervising you" "I'm doing it for you too" or something like that.
Needless to say, in the dressing room, it was naturally the girl group member who was changing clothes.
Although she had been prepared for a long time, this shocking scene was still beyond Tang Qiaoqiao's expectations. She was instantly furious, and Fang Yuan, who was behind her, was also full of anger, and hurriedly raised her phone to take a picture.
An agent blatantly sexually/harassed female artists on the filming site, not even locking the room door, which shows how arrogant he is usually.
The agent kept his back to the door, and looked intently into the cubicle, not noticing the person coming from behind.
Tang Qiaoqiao pursed her lips tightly, without saying a word, she stepped up and kicked the plastic stool under the Mediterranean man's feet... rotten.
Fang Yuan didn't have time to stop him. Rao Shi stayed by Tang Qiaoqiao's side for several months, knowing that she had the strength. At first glance, this scene was still stunned.
In the society, my sister Qiao, there are not many cruel words.
When the stool shattered into pieces, Fang Yuan thought about whether to delete this paragraph later.
The Mediterranean man was short in stature. He was struggling to pull on the door frame with his toes on his toes. The thing supported by his feet suddenly collapsed. He suddenly lost his support point, and his cumbersome body fell backwards. The plastic bench, broken into several large pieces, was crushed even more.
Fang Yuan felt nervous when he saw it.
"Who? Which bastard is messing with Lao Tzu?" The Mediterranean man scolded angrily as his butt hurt badly.
"It's your grandmother, me." Tang Qiaoqiao looked at him condescendingly.
The Mediterranean man turned around and stood up, looking at the woman in a light blue dress and piled with fruits, and recognized it at once. She was Tang Qiaoqiao, and she was the cover character for this magazine shoot.
It's just a female artist who has just become famous, and the Mediterranean man has no fear when he sees her: "You're sick, why are you kicking my stool."
Tang Qiaoqiao snorted coldly, "Don't you have a heart for me to kick the stool? Shameless old pervert!"
"Who are you calling an old pervert? I tell you, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for maliciously slandering my reputation." The Mediterranean man said harshly.
"You're not an old pervert, so what are you doing in the women's locker room?"
"I'm talking about work with my artist, can you control it?"
"Do you need to lie on the door of the dressing room to talk about work? You are just peeking at the female artist changing clothes, shameless." Tang Qiaoqiao said.
"Yes, you are clearly sexual harassment." Fang Yuanqi just scolded.
"This is our team's own communication method, it's none of your business." The Mediterranean man did not know where the courage came from, but he was still shameless after being caught.
Tang Qiaoqiao was shocked by his shamelessness: "You are indeed not an old pervert, you are a pervert."
"You sexually/harassed me one by one. Who am I harassing, you let her speak out." The Mediterranean man looked arrogant.
"Needless to say, it's the girl inside." Fang Yuan said.
The Mediterranean man had an indifferent attitude: "Oh, then you call her out and see what she has to say."
Fang Yuan secretly tugged at the little orange hanging behind Tang Qiaoqiao, and said in a low voice, "He is so reckless, did we make a mistake?"
Tang Qiaoqiao sneered, it is impossible to make a mistake, this man's wretched temperament can be seen by everyone.
A veritable scumbag!
"Don't be afraid of the people inside, come out." Tang Qiaoqiao raised her voice and shouted.
However, there was no movement in the locker room.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Fang Yuan looked at each other.
The Mediterranean man crossed his chest with his arms, looked at the show, and said lightly: "It's nothing, come out."
At this moment, the door of the dressing room opened with a creak, and the girl inside walked out timidly. Her original knee-length skirt has been replaced with an ultra-short black leather skirt, Bai//Huahua's thighs are exposed, and there is a risk of losing it with a slight movement.
Seeing that everyone outside was watching her, the girl tugged down her skirt uneasily. She glanced at the Mediterranean man, her eyes were red and full of fear.
Fang Yuan said angrily, "Hey, who, did he just lie on the door and watch you change your clothes? Don't be afraid, we will help you when you say it."
The girl's lips moved twice, as if she was hesitating to speak.
The Mediterranean man smiled, took two steps closer to the girl, and said, "They said I harassed you, is that the case? Don't dare to say it, say it boldly."
As soon as the man approached her, the girl felt trembling all over, took a small step back, and said with a trembling voice, "No such thing, you are mistaken."
"You lied, he was peeking just now, why did you speak for him?" Fang Yuan was extremely angry.
"You're wrong, I'm looking at it aboveboard, because I'm not harassing, I'm just communicating with her about the outfit," the Mediterranean man said brazenly, and patted the girl on the shoulder, "Is that so? ?"
The girl didn't dare to lift her head, she just nodded slightly.
Tang Qiaoqiao frowned, the scene in front of her was really strange, the girl was obviously very afraid of the man, her eyes were hesitant, and her voice was trembling, so she didn't dare to tell the truth.
The Mediterranean man was triumphant: "You also saw that she said she was not harassed, but you made a mistake. Is it time to settle our account now?"
Tang Qiaoqiao said lightly, "What accounts do we have to settle?"
The Mediterranean man narrowed his eyes and said fiercely, "You kicked the stool just now and caused me to fall. Shouldn't this account be counted?"
Tang Qiaoqiao looked at him funny: "Which eye did you see that I kicked it?"
The Mediterranean man was stunned. It had only been a few minutes before Tang Qiaoqiao dared to deny it.
"Besides me just now, it was just the two of you, who else would you be?" The Mediterranean man was furious.
"Is it me?" Tang Qiaoqiao asked Fang Yuan, "Did you see it?"
Fang Yuan blinked and smiled, "No, I didn't see anything."
Tang Qiaoqiao spread her hands innocently: "Look, she said she didn't see it, so it's none of my business."
Fang Yuan has been with Tang Qiaoqiao for a long time, and her face has become thicker and thicker. She said with a yin and yang anger: "Maybe you should lose weight. Your fat body has crushed the stool. Before you leave, remember to pay it to the Humane Magazine."
The Mediterranean man was very angry: "You two are a group, even if you did it, you would not admit it."
Tang Qiaoqiao said slowly, "If you say that we did it, then you can show evidence." She was treating others with her own way.
"Do you think I don't have one? You can find out by looking at the surveillance camera." The Mediterranean man said angrily.
Tang Qiaoqiao suddenly realized: "Oh, so there are cameras in this locker room. It's also a feature of your company."
The girl froze when she heard this, and buried her head even lower.
The Mediterranean man's eyes flickered, and he realized that he had said the wrong thing. If he was found to have a camera hidden in the locker room, it would really become an actual physical evidence, and it would be difficult to clean up if he went out.
So he had to change the conversation: "Fart, of course there is no camera here, I just said the outside corridor."
"Since you don't have any evidence to prove that it was me who kicked the bad stool, then there's nothing to settle."
The Mediterranean man couldn't refute for a while, and could only grit his teeth to eat this secret loss.
Tang Qiaoqiao glanced at the members of the girl group who shrank their shoulders and pointed, "Let's go, but some things won't end so easily."
Fang Yuan turned his face and whispered, "Didn't we let that dead pervert go when we left like this?"
Tang Qiaoqiao said softly, "Go out and talk about it."
Fang Yuan could only suppress his anger and glared at the Mediterranean man fiercely.
Seeing Tang Qiaoqiao and Fangyuan leave the room, the Mediterranean man turned his anger on the girl.
"It's all your fault, useless things, don't get out of here and take pictures."
The girl group girl bit her lip and looked at the man resentfully, still thinking about what Tang Qiaoqiao said before leaving.