Chapter 69: Downright

Lao Hao slammed on the brakes and slammed the steering wheel with anger.
The fat man was so startled by the sudden brake that the camera almost flew out. He waited to stabilize and then took a look. It was a horrible luck. Three cars in front of him collided and blocked the whole road. Anyhow, the old crane is blocked.
Suddenly, the cars behind were all blocked up. It was impossible to go around. Even if it was around, Wenkai's car would have run out of sight.
Whoosh, the CC sister group's car happened to be on the unblocked road and drove over.
This is really the sesame watermelon, all lost, nothing.
Obviously the fat man couldn't accept this reality. The blood rushed to the top of his head. He was so angry that he couldn't say a word. He hammered the camera violently and grinned in pain.
"Fuck him! His grandpa, what kind of luck is this article!" The fat man endured the pain, and didn't give up, he picked up the camera again and pulled a long shot, helpless, let alone a traffic jam in front of him, even if there is no jam, so Knowing Kung Fu, I can't find the shadow long ago.
It's true, it's lost, and there's no way to recover it.
For a while, the atmosphere in the car became serious, and silent and heavy breathing filled the entire car. From seven o'clock to now nearly eleven o'clock, four full hours of waiting, seeing the results are about to come out, ten seconds of reversal of the effort was in vain.
"If you lose it, you will lose it. At least you know that this kid has a ghost, and it won't interfere with the next time." Although Gao Leng was disappointed, how could he not be disappointed? This time it was different from the past. It would be better to wait until the next time. Then Li Yifan's elimination rules are not just for fun. Simple not to be underestimated. If she can't win, the whole group will be eliminated.
But lost, missed, and destroyed when the photo was taken are things that paparazzi often face. They can bear loneliness and disappointment before they get the headlines.
"I'm sorry." Lao Diao's voice was heavy and full of regret.
"It's okay. Since this kid has a ghost, I'm watching Gao Leng, he can't run. Back." Gao Leng said calmly, patted the old hanging on the shoulder, I can't complain about this, this is teamwork It is the most stupid thing to complain about each other when something goes wrong.
Gao Leng glanced at Lao Diao, and saw that his face was pale, his teeth were clenched, his hands were bruised, his eyes were full of disappointment.
Although Lao Diao is uneducated, he has a sense of responsibility and a strong sense of responsibility. This time he came out to follow the film with the most pressure. He couldn't lose this job. He didn't expect to finally fall a hope, but he lost it. In the car, this made him unacceptable, and it was very shameless.
Although the fat man didn't say anything about him, the annoyed appearance was not directed at Lao Diao, but it fell into Lao Diao's eyes, but it was different.
Gao Leng looked at it, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case he placed next to the car, and passed it to him. Lao Diao was taken aback, and Gao Leng smiled lightly. He took the lighter and fired it. Shocked, he dangled his cigarette quickly, stretched his head over, and Gao Leng lit him.
Everything goes without saying.
The old man glanced guiltily and coldly, his expression a little grateful.
You should know that if other drivers are lost, they will be complained by reporters many times, especially when Director Zhang was filming before. As long as they are the drivers, they will be scolded to death without exception. Whether they are lost or not, just follow a little bit. Mistakes are all about being trained.
Also, what can a low-level driver be complained about? At least I can vent my breath.
Therefore, the high-coldness is not smoke, but respect. This cigarette is lit in the heart of the old man.
The old hanging person didn't say much, just took a deep breath, and a look of reluctance flashed in his eyes. After a short while, the old hanging person sent Gao Leng back to the Jinsui Hotel garage and was about to go back to the magazine with the fat man. At the arranged hotel, the fat man took the phone and swiped the news, his face changed.
"Brother Gao, it's a bad thing!" The old man turned off the flame and turned his head when the fat man said, and saw the fat man holding his phone with a pale face.
Gao Leng took it over and took a look. Five minutes ago, the entertainment news that had just been refreshed showed a simple name.
"Four Xiaohuadan Red Carpet Battle: Friends Fan Fan", the picture is accompanied by two of the Four Xiaohuadan, Li Yiyi and Liu Yun, the famous iron girlfriends on the screen, completely torn their faces and fighting .
It really started fighting.
I saw Li Yiyi grabbing Liu Yun's hair with his hands, she always appeared in a gentle and pleasant image. At this moment, she looked hideous, but Liu Yun was even more ruthless. He directly grabbed the clothes on Li Yiyi's chest and pulled her whole. After I came down, I had a clear view of my chest. Naturally, large mosaics were made, but the more mosaics, the more attractive.
The two people are wearing exactly the same clothes. Looking at the surrounding layout, they are in the dressing room in the VIP hotel room. Obviously, you don't need to read the text to know why the fight started.
Zhuangshan, this is a big taboo on red carpet catwalks. Even if you don’t look good by yourself, it’s nothing, because there is no comparison, but if you zhuangshan, it will be miserable. Unless you can kill the other party in a second, you will only make the other party headlines. This exact same zhuang shirt will shock the red carpet even more.
Obviously, one of the two people played tricks and wanted to use the shirt to make fire, but was discovered by the other party, so he completely tore his face and started fighting.
"Before the red carpet show, the clothes of all the stars were top secret? Li Yiyi and Liu Yun are obviously fake girlfriends. How can they know what each other is wearing and fight?"
"How did Jian Xiaodan get into their room? The dressing room in the VIP room!" Fatty's accident was normal, and Gao Leng was also extremely surprised.
At this moment it is 11 o’clock in the evening. I guess the shooting time is about 10 o’clock. That’s when the actress will finally adjust her clothes for tomorrow’s red carpet. The hotel’s VIP suite has a special fitting room, don’t The fitting room is the room, unless it is a celebrity staff member, it is absolutely impossible to enter.
Gao Leng knows this.
He wandered around outside the VIP room and didn't know how many times he didn't even catch a mosquito.
If it is understandable that Li Yiyi and Liu Yun collided because of a girlfriend, then how did Jian Xiaodan get in? And I got such a breaking news!
Gao's cold eyes sank, and a bold speculation emerged. It seemed that there was only one possibility, that is, someone whistleblowing, and this whistleblower is simple.
"Fatty, do you remember that when we went to film Xiao Yun, we bought the cleaner?" Gao Leng said.
The fat man was taken aback, thought for a while, and patted his thigh: "This is so cruel! You mean, she bought the hotel staff and found out what clothes the two people were wearing, and then revealed it to one of them and waited. They tear it up and take another sneak shot?!"
Gao Leng nodded.
This trick is sinister and bold enough that only a woman can think of it, and only a woman can use the hypocritical friendship between women to do something.
This photo was not taken professionally. Obviously it was not taken simply, so there is only one possibility, it was taken by the hotel staff.
It's just that the manipulator behind the scenes is just a simple one.
Fatty refreshed the news again. This news has already made the headlines on the front page. Fans on both sides have pinched up. As long as they pinch up, this one will become popular.
Not to mention the bad luck of the unfavorable and conscientious, they didn't have half of the news in their hands, and they didn't even catch a tidbit. They simply made the headlines.