"Let's start with this episode of "Time Inn". Who doesn't know that the current variety show will have a script, and it is said to be a live broadcast, but it is actually just an illusion. The producer and investor of this show is Beidou Entertainment. His predecessor was Hua Han, but that is already in the past tense, Beidou Entertainment is now the Ji family's world, how can we not create a perfect personality for Ji Yaoguang?"
"The guests invited by "Time Inn" seem to cover many aspects, but they actually have a small circle. As a newcomer, Boss An is excluded. Those uncles who cook in the inn. In fact, we can see from the show that those people are cold-blooded and ruthless, especially our goddess Chang Yuchang. There is an episode where Boss Ann is sick. Look at who those people are and what their attitude is. ?Look at Chang Yu again. Didn’t Boss An go back and forth in the rain for her? Ji Moumou’s attitude is even more serious. When Boss An is working hard to cook for everyone, she is very quick at talking and knows so much Why don’t you try the dishes yourself? I’m afraid these are all arranged by the program team? I went to a small restaurant called “Spring Banquet” and found similar dishes to what Ji XX said. of."
"Finally, let's go back to the original question. Let's take a look at Teacher Ji, who is said to be able to write poems in seven steps. Do you really think that those poems were written by herself? Unfortunately, I found the original author Huaiyu Sanren , please look at the picture below, which is a screenshot of these poems posted on her Weibo and the conversation between me and her. No matter how you look at the timeline, it is earlier than Ji Moumou's? And the program group Xuanyang said it was Ji The words written by so-and-so can also be traced from the blogger’s homepage.”
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This tirade was even more outrageous than the accusations that she was ignorant. The blogger wishfully identified her as plagiarism, and his tone of righteous indignation suddenly aroused the so-called "sense of justice" of the onlookers. After reading it, Ji Yaoguang wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh because she pulled the corners of her mouth. She turned to Chang Yu and asked, "Do I look like the kind of silly Baitian who is easy to bully? Why are they rushing to take risks one after another?" Come out to blackmail me? Don't they know that I have a background?"
"It's just to make them happy by knocking down people with background one after another." Chang Yu hooked his lips and replied, "Didn't you say that Banlangen asked your trumpet last time if the poems in it were original? At that time I asked someone to check her, and found a very interesting thing. I now know that you are right, even if I treat them as air, they may not be willing, wishing to use various means to brush out their own presence."
"The filming will be over tomorrow. You said that our show has such a scene after another, will Director Zhao be unhappy?" Ji Yaoguang blinked.
"He called to ask for my opinion." Chang Yu shook his head, "He also regrets that he didn't consider many aspects when selecting candidates, but for a show, controversy means popularity, which is a loss for him. It’s not a big deal, as long as some things are clarified, the ones who regret it in the end are those who acted as demons.”
"Why don't we stay silent for another day and wait for the show to finish." It's not like they can't wait, and the rumors on the Internet let it fly. No matter what Ji Yaoguang said, she has some loyal fans, and it's not like Mengjiacun has no internet access. How can those who ask her to write love letters see the news and come out to defend it
The guests in the inn seemed to be isolated from the outside world, unaware of the rumors swirling on the Internet, this day was no different from usual, but Jiang Yusheng looked at Ji Yaoguang who looked careless and hesitated to speak. The small theater in the evening turned into the final wrap-up banquet, and the atmosphere of enthusiasm was even more exaggerated between the toasting and drinking. It seemed that there had never been any conflicts between them.
Even on this occasion, Ji Yaoguang's prohibition on alcohol has not been lifted, and he lazily nestled on the chair with the cat in his arms, with a cup of hot water for one or two sips placed beside him.
"Teacher Ji, I would like to offer you a toast." After drinking, Jiang Yusheng's complexion was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were twinkling with fireflies. Because they both came from Z University, the little girl is down-to-earth and hard-working, so it's hard not to have a good impression of her. Ji Yaoguang pouted her lips at her, and glanced at the wine bottle beside her.
She doesn't like drinking very much, but it seems unreasonable not to have a drink in this environment.
The siren seemed to like this little girl who was often fed, and jumped out of Ji Yaoguang's arms with a cry, and rubbed her trousers around Jiang Yusheng's legs, while Jiang Yusheng also smiled slightly, bent down and stroked her gently With the little head of a siren.
"I'll replace the bar with tea." Seeing that the little girl didn't understand what she meant, Ji Yaoguang sighed softly and shook the cup slightly.
"..." Jiang Yusheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a bit of resentment in Ji Yaoguang's eyes. After waking up, she secretly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ji Yaoguang, staring dumbfounded at the heroic man who raised his head and drank it all in one go. In an instant, a tree of peach blossoms bloomed like a spring breeze, and the bright red face was like the peach blossoms in the water at dusk against the sunset. A bad premonition emerged in Jiang Yusheng's heart. With a shudder, he abandoned Teacher Ji, whom he admired, and stood beside Bian Yuting again, with a gentle and well-behaved smile.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ji Yaoguang's body. Chang Yu drank the glass of wine that Zhao Beiting handed over, turned around and walked towards Ji Yaoguang.
"Teacher Chang—"
An Muyu's abrupt voice passed through all the noise and reached Chang Yu's ears. Her posture in front of people was as weak as ever, and the appearance of tears in the corners of her eyes was even more pitiful, "Mr. Chang, can I ask you for an autograph?" She spoke softly, even cautiously. This has been in the inn for such a long time, why wait until this time to bring it up? Chang Yu smiled coldly, and the corners of her eyes were stained with anger. Instead of responding to An Muyu's words, she asked casually, "Do you know Zhao Jing?"
An Muyu was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes to cover the turbulent waves in her heart, and said in a low voice, "Which Zhao Jing?"
"It's nothing." Chang Yu curled his lips into a clear smile, took a step back calmly, and turned his head to Ji Yaoguang with gentle eyes.
An Muyu paid attention to Chang Yu's expression, and had a panoramic view of her changes. With deep love and jealousy suppressed in her eyes, she raised her head slightly and asked unwillingly, "Mr. Chang, do you like her very much?"
"Yes, I like her very much." Chang Yu nodded without hesitation. She rarely looked at An Muyu, and it was even difficult to clearly outline her eyebrows and eyes in her mind. At this moment, she finally turned her head and focused all her attention on An Muyu. It seemed reasonable for Ji Yaoguang to regard him as a scourge. That hypocritical face was full of deceptive fragility and pity—it was so easy It earns enough sympathy from others. At first, she just looked at her, and slowly her eyes brought a sharp scrutiny like a blade. Chang Yu's words seemed to have been sealed in the ice cellar for a long time, with a creepy chill, she said, "An Fen How nice to be yourself? But it's too late now, isn't it?" How long can this weak appearance last? Sooner or later when the truth emerges it is torn apart bit by bit.
The pitiful little siren returned to the inn and lived a life of showing off his power again. At the final wrap-up banquet of the crew, relying on the honor of being Ji Yaoguang's cat, he darted around with his tail upright, sharp His paws brushed over An Muyu's long skirt, and he turned his head to enjoy Jiang Yusheng's feeding as if he was a normal person.
"Siren, don't grab everything, it's dirty." Ji Yaoguang's voice was laziness, and there was a drunkenness and laziness in his narrowed eyes. Her eyes became fierce when she got up, and she looked at An Muyu with undisguised contempt and disgust. She still has the face to stop Chang Yu from talking, who does she think she is? With his eyes gouged out fiercely like a knife's edge, Ji Yaoguang opened his hand to Chang Yu and muttered, "I have a headache."
"Who told you to drink?" Chang Yu said with a smile and annoyance after being embraced by Ji Yaoguang. After a while, he led Ji Yaoguang to sit back to the side, and stretched out his hand to carefully press her temple. There was not a drop of wine left in the glass of wine that Jiang Yusheng handed over, and she drank really violently, the flush on her face did not fade for a long time, and Chang Yu was not sure how much consciousness she still had left.
This time Ji Yaoguang was not obedient, she had to hug Chang Yu to feel at ease, and leaned on Chang Yu's shoulder, she glared at An Muyu, who was still standing aside, and raised her eyebrows in protest. "I want to kiss you, what should I do?" A soft murmur came in close to the earlobe, and the numbness brought by the hot air made Chang Yu's ears turn red.
Chang Yu whispered: "Let's go back to the house."
"I don't want it!" Ji Yaoguang looked up at Chang Yu, and replied as if cheating, "I'm going to be here."
The people on the side seem to be immersed in their own laughter, but it is only a few steps away, who knows whose eyes will fall on this place, and Chang Yu is somewhat unable to make intimacy in the public. In a private space, Ji Yaoguang can be allowed to act willfully, but now—Chang Yu looked at Ji Yaoguang, only to feel that the blurred and enchanting eyes were captivating, and her heartbeat was out of rhythm in an instant. She pursed her lips and lowered her voice a little embarrassedly Response: "There are many people here, let's go back to the house, shall we?"
Ji Yaoguang didn't speak. At an angle that everyone couldn't see, she slid her hand along the hem of her clothes, rubbing her delicate skin gently, and almost said with Chang Yu's earlobe in her mouth: "What if I want to be here?" Anticipation flickered in the air, and the air was hot and charming in an instant.