Chapter 139: My happiness is based on her pain

In just over an hour, all the rumors became true, and Xu Xixi's agency and fan face were crackled.
When all the media went to interview Xu Xixi's agents and brokerage companies, all the responses were-no comment.
Of course, there is no comment. At this point, the PR crisis is useless.
As for Xu Xixi's back office, her agent called for help.
People only returned a sentence: I thought I was playing a flower, but I did n’t expect it to be a puppet. I did n’t kill her enough, and let me help her?
These are all good things for Yan Qingsi. Rich people playing actresses just want to look fresh and beautiful and talk about it.
But when this female star retreated from her star halo and was entangled in scandals, especially such scandals, who would stick to them?
Yan Qingsi brushed a circle, and Weibo's hot search for the top five has been contracted by Xu Xixi. The entire Internet is full of indecent photos of her.
The stars who have a good relationship with Xu Xixi usually show the first time that they are not familiar with Xu Xixi, and they are not clear about anything, for fear of being involved.
This explosive news does not need any pusher at all, and it will automatically ferment.
Seeing this heat, Yan Qingsi was relieved.
Tonight's effort succeeded.
Filling up with fuel, Yue Tingfeng drove on the road again, "It hurts people and makes you feel so good?"
Yan Qingsi raised her eyebrows: "Of course, I succeeded. I must be in a good mood. My happiness is based on her pain."
Yue Tingfeng raised her lips and did not speak.
The pot has been exploded on Weibo, and half of the entertainment circle was shaken, while Yan Qingsi slept on Yue Tingfeng's car.
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At dawn, Yue Tingfeng drove a car all night, and the car finally entered Luocheng.
In April, the morning sun in Luocheng was very good. Yan Qingsi opened her eyes and saw the vehicles coming and going in a hurry.
Compared with three years ago, this city is more prosperous, with more vehicles and higher buildings, but it is also more barren for Yan Qingsi.
Yan Qingsi's heart was cool, and she could no longer feel the city and the temperature.
Yue Tingfeng suddenly stopped the car by the side of the road: "I'm hungry. I'll buy some food."
Yan Qingsi responded casually without looking at him.
Yue listened to the wind and got out of the car. There is a breakfast shop not far away. There are many people standing in line.
Yue Tingfeng walked over and frowned at the long line. There were more than a dozen people. He had never done queuing in his life.
So as a local tyrant, Yue Tingfeng said to the person in front of him: "Tell the person in front of the line, one person will give a hundred dollars, let me buy it first."
In the next second, the person in front automatically gave way.
Yue Tingfeng asked the clerk at the breakfast shop: "Is there any porridge for stomach?"
The clerk immediately said: "Yes, most of our porridges are for stomach, wolfberry hawthorn, pumpkin yam, all have stomach and spleen."
Yue Tingfeng: "Come two."
The clerk asked again, "Let ’s have some Xiaolongbao and big meat buns."
Yue Tingfeng asked for some steamed buns, bought them early, and withdrew a stack of money from his wallet, but he didn't care much, and he just shoved it to the person in front of him: "You divide it yourself."
After saying that, he walked away with something in his arms.
Some of the people in the queue took a picture of Yue Tingfeng's back, posted it on Weibo, and wrote: This morning, when he went out to meet the local tyrants, the local tyrants were super handsome.