At the end of the commemorative party, the artists went out to be interviewed by the media, and when they mentioned their sadness, they burst into tears.
Tang Ruanqing stood at the entrance, looked at the artists surrounded by the media, and remembered what Shan Yatong said, her face darkened. These artists did appear on the show, and most of them were some with Jing Anjue. There are out-of-date stars who have cooperated.
"President?" Zhang Feng, the assistant standing behind him, saw that his expression was a little strange, and he didn't know what to say for a while. He looked at the artists who were being interviewed in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while. The president is the president of the entertainment company. , how can you not think of this? As long as there is even a slight chance to be promoted, this is a method that all the artists in the circle know, why should the president be angry because of this
A boy in white clothes hurried out of the crowd, and when the media saw him, they all gathered around him.
"Shan Yatong?" Tang Ruanqing frowned, but he wanted to see what he would say to the media.
"Yatong, I'm a reporter from Yueyang Entertainment Weekly, what do you think of the murder of King Jing Tian?"
"Hello Yatong, I'm a reporter from Meiyue Daily. May I ask what do you think you have in common with King Jing Tian?"
"Hi Yatong, I'm..."
Shan Yatong looked at the excited reporters and pushed aside the reporter in front, "Sorry, I'm not going to be interviewed right now."
Unexpectedly, within two steps, she was surrounded again, her thin body was almost submerged in it now, and she didn't know who bumped into it from behind, Shan Yatong's head hit a camera hard Going up, suddenly the pain was so painful that there were stars in his eyes.
Before Shan Yatong came back to his senses, the reporters swarmed up. He looked at the microphone in front of him, holding his breath, wishing to slap the reporter in front of him.
"President, the situation doesn't seem to be very good," Zhang Feng frowned, and said to the staff around him, "Call the security guard."
The staff hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie, and there was also a noisy voice from the walkie-talkie. After the staff heard it, their face changed. He turned to Zhang Feng and said, "Assistant Zhang, there are reporters behind Luo Yanqian and Sister Lin, The security guards are over there."
"Call people over immediately," Tang Ruanqing said in a deep voice, "Just tell them to protect Lin Yuxin. As for Feiyu's people, they can take care of them if they can, or they can't take care of them."
The staff turned pale, "Yes!"
Seeing the pale face of the young man in white under the siege of reporters, Zhang Feng said with some concern, "I'm worried that something will happen if this continues."
Tang Ruanqing's face was as deep as water, and she didn't express what she meant. She just looked in Shan Yatong's direction, not knowing whether she was watching Shan Yatong make a fool of herself, or worried.
Zhang Feng sensed Tang Ruanqing's ignorance of Shan Yatong's attitude, and he knew that this newcomer might dissatisfy his president somewhere, and that the newcomer might have a hard time in the future.
"Ya Tong, please answer this question..."
Shan Yatong's body was already weak, and now he could hardly stand still. He didn't know where a force came from behind him, and he fell forward. At this moment, Shan Yatong felt that even if there was someone who hit the reporter Negative news is also better than the current situation.
He didn't fall to the ground because someone picked him up by the waist, and the constant sound of shutters behind him showed that the person who helped him was quite famous.
"Did everyone here forget that today is King Sedum's memorial day, and do you think it's impolite to do such a thing under such circumstances?" Xiao Qi even helped Shan Yatong up, and looked at the group of reporters in front of him expressionlessly, " As an entertainment media, they are naturally friends of our artistes, but in today’s situation, everyone is a bit difficult, if our company’s artistes are injured in this situation, then how can everyone present explain it?!"
The reporters present looked at each other in blank dismay. Anyone could see that Xiao Qizhen was angry, and Xiao Qizhen's identity was there, and no one dared to offend him. Looking at Shan Yatong who was supported by him, his face was already pale at the moment. Pale, without a trace of blood, it was only then that he realized that something was wrong.
"I hope that there will be no incidents of accidental injury to everyone present. What is waiting for you may not only be accusations from fans, but also a subpoena from the court." Xiao Qi looked down at Shan Yatong, who had no trace of blood on his face, " Ya Tong, how are you?" After speaking, he scanned the people in front of him sharply.
Seeing this look in his eyes, the reporters felt guilty. It seemed that Xiao Tianwang was very dissatisfied with them this time.
It's okay to offend ordinary artists, but offending Xiao Tianwang not only offends people in the entertainment circle, but also the financially powerful Xiao family. If Xiao Qi insists on pursuing it, within three days, they will be able to receive the news from their own TV station. Or a severance letter from a newspaper.
"Xiao Tianwang, Ya Tong, forgive me, we didn't think carefully." An old reporter present immediately apologized, maybe some newcomers present felt that Xiao Tianwang was acting like a king, but many old reporters knew that the person in front of them should not be offended .
"Oh, Linlang Weekly," Xiao Qi even glanced at the work card hanging on his chest, and nodded, "I agreed to your magazine's invitation to take a cover photo before, and I will contact my agent to arrange a time tomorrow."
"Thank you Xiao Tianwang," the old reporter was overjoyed. Xiao Qizhen has rarely asked the magazine to take cover photos this year, and now he can agree, not only for sales, but also greatly improved his magazine's reputation among his peers. He hurriedly thanked him for his status, and then left with the reporters from his magazine.
Xiao Qi looked coldly at the reporter who didn't dare to vent his anger, supported Shan Yatong and said, "Let's get in the car."
Shan Yatong nodded, and he glanced at the job card that hit his reporter's chest just now, Meiyue Daily.
The reporter of Meiyue Daily shuddered inexplicably, looking at the white-clothed boy who was helped into the car by Xiao Qishen, could tomorrow's report be able to write that Xiao Tianwang was so angry that he turned into a blue face? This is a big selling point.
"You'd better not write about what happened tonight," the old reporter from the editorial office next to him glanced at him, "and you'd better hope that Mr. Shan didn't find out who bumped into him, otherwise don't write a report , you may never have the chance to be a reporter again in your life.”
"Why, now that speech is free, what am I afraid to write?" He said a little dissatisfied, "Isn't it the king of heaven, why put on airs."
"Even if you write it, your manuscript won't pass to the editor-in-chief," the old reporter didn't want to persuade him anymore, and left straight away.
Although he couldn't be angry, the old reporter's expression also made him a little uneasy. Could it be that this Xiao Tianwang really has such a big face in the entertainment circle.
Seeing that Xiao Qizhen and Shan Yatong got into the car safely, Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xiao Qizhen took the initiative, otherwise the scene would have been chaotic.
However... Zhang Feng was a little puzzled. In his memory, Xiao Qi rarely changed his face, and he always maintained a friendly and gentle face in front of the media. Today he put on such a face, which made him a little uncomfortable.
But if it is because King Jing Tian is in a bad mood today, the reason why he is in a bad mood is not valid at all, because everyone in Tianguan knows that King Xiao Datian doesn't know who Jing Anjue is at all.
Tang Ruanqing frowned, and said to Zhang Feng beside her, "Let's go."
Xiao Zimo, is it for real this time
He didn't have much friendship with Xiao Zimo since he was a child, and he didn't like Xiao Zimo's idle temperament. Of course, Xiao Zimo didn't necessarily like himself, but what he didn't expect was that Xiao Qi, who had always been half-hearted, could do this for Shan Yatong. step.
It's really surprising. I don't know whether it should be said that Xiao Zimo's intentions for Shan Yatong surprised him, or that Shan Yatong surprised Xiao Zimo's devotion to him.
Or maybe it's both, Tang Ruanqing put aside the unobvious worry about Shan Yatong in her heart, turned and walked away.
Zhang Feng glanced at the direction of the car, touched his nose, and followed Tang Ruanqing.
Helping Shan Yatong into the car, Xiao Qi even said to the driver sitting in the driver's seat, "Drive now." Looking sideways at Shan Yatong who was covering his head, "Are you injured?"
Shan Yatong touched the bump on her head, bared her teeth, and said, "Fortunately, I was hit by a camera just now, it may be a little swollen."
"Show me," Xiao Qi put his arms around Shan Yatong, let his head lie on his chest, and carefully touched the bag on top of Shan Yatong's head, "Fortunately, it's not serious, go to my place to wipe it." some drug bars."
"It's not that serious." Shan Yatong didn't like this position very much, and turned back sideways, "It will disappear by itself in two days."
The person in his arms left him, and the empty arms made King Xiao a little disappointed, but he didn't dare to do this again, he was heartless.
"No, you still need to take medicine," Xiao Qi said to the driver in front, "Lao Li, drive directly to my villa."
Shan Yatong glanced at him, thinking that this heavenly king had saved her from the siege, so she didn't refuse his kindness, but just sent a text message to Lu Fan.
Seeing that Shan Yatong didn't refuse, Xiao Qi curled his mouth, "I'll ask the chef in the villa to make it for you if you want to eat later."
Shan Yatong yawned, "Anything is fine." He glanced out the dark window, "I don't feel too hungry."
"Look how thin you have become," Xiao Qi sighed, "so pay attention to your diet, what does your assistant usually do?"
Shan Yatong smiled, "He's gone home."
Thinking of what happened to Shan Yatong today, Xiao Qi frowned, "Isn't Lu Fan your manager? Why did you encounter this situation?"
Shan Yatong lowered his head slightly, "Maybe because today is Jing Anjue's memorial day, he is in a bad mood." Looking up, Shan Yatong smiled, "Don't talk about that, I'm a little sleepy, call me when I get there." Said After finishing, I closed my eyes and went to rest.
The car was quiet again, Xiao Qi even looked at Shan Yatong's pale face, smiled slightly, and stopped talking.
Night, still continuing its tranquility.