Chapter 152:

When Liu Zhao was invited, Fangallo prepared to take the elevator back to the lounge. Now the recording time has been changed from 9:30 to 10:30, because Liu Zhao just received the announcement there, and was still on the way. When he arrived, he had to make up and make up. One hour is probably not enough.
The elevator doors opened and Van Gogh looked up, his eyes fixed. A slender man stood in the middle of the elevator, and several sturdy bodyguards surrounded him, showing the trend of the stars. The man ’s expression was both safe and relaxed, as if he had been used to such superior treatment for a long time. He squeezed a pair of sunglasses with his fingertips and shook his back. Is our great psychic teacher Brahma? What a coincidence, I came across here, come and come in. "
He hooked his fingers and looked enthusiastic, but the gesture of greeting people was like teasing a dog.
Fangallo looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and finally walked into the elevator. His face, which had always been light and windy, collapsed tightly. This man's appearance is very similar to that of one of his old friends, and he can't help recalling many of his memories. Those fragmented pictures shook randomly in his mind, eventually condensing into a pair of tearful and ashamed eyes. Gazing quietly at him lying in the pool of blood, it seemed that there were twinkling tears dripping down, but then suddenly bent slightly, and smiled coldly and coldly.
Fangalo closed his eyes, dispelled these memories, and then looked at the young man only to find out how the other person's eyebrows at the moment smiled like that person.
"Your surname is Zhang?" Fangallo asked tentatively.
"Yeah," the man's attitude seemed to be very enthusiastic, introducing himself: "My name is Zhang Yang. Teacher Fan, should you have heard of me?"
Zhang Yang, the man standing behind Su Fengxi. Fangalo realized that his eyes were even colder, a powerful magnetic field quietly wrapped his body, and exudes a fascinating power. Some of the bodyguards surrounding the man somehow felt uneasy, and while looking into the inside of the jacket to draw a gun, they looked around cautiously. They are all mercenaries and have a keen sense of danger.
The man was completely like an ordinary person, only to stare at the face of Van Gogh and smile, as if ignorant of the magnetic field that quietly changed around him. Seeing the elevator approaching, he suddenly said: "Mr. Fan, Su Fengxi is recording songs on the ninth floor. Are you interested in listening?" Although he called Ms. Fan in his mouth, his attitude was never a little respectful, but revealed A little bit of enthusiasm and ruthless playfulness.
Fangallo is not a shrinking person, nodding with a smile: "Okay."
The two walked out of the elevator side by side and silently entered the studio. Su Fengxi was really recording the song, and she hadn't seen it for a long time. Her face seemed to be more beautiful. Manman's throat was like a nine-day fairy music, which made several producers so enchanted. They could hardly point out her slightest mistakes, but nodded nonstop, their eyes full of appreciation and admiration.
Glimpse at Fangallo, the smile on Su Fengxi's face froze, but he quickly adjusted it to a softer smile. She lifted her jaw slightly, squinted at him, hooked him with the afterglow of her eyes, and wrapped around him, as if favoring him very much, but suddenly a deep glance across the pupil.
As Han Mang dissipated, she closed her eyes, covered the headset, and began to sing loudly. The waves rising up one step at a time formed countless cones and thorns, and they flew away at Van Galo. If the clashes in the dark can make a sound, then the people present will pierce the eardrums with the screams of arrow rain piercing the sky. But even if they can't hear anything, the resonance formed by this wave of infrasound is enough to affect their bodies, causing their blood and brain marrow to gradually warm up.
Soon, the boiling brain would make these people irrational, and then try to kill themselves. In order to show Van Gogh's strength, Su Fengxi can brutally kill anyone without any care. She is crazy, and she thinks that she has finally become a giant whale walking freely in the vast universe. The giant whale has no natural enemies, and the person who once scared her to tremble was just a dust at this time. Without him, she might never know that the scenery on the summit was so beautiful.
The treble of Su Fengxi finally reached the limit. Several producers had already covered their heads and began to moan, but they were suddenly calmed down by some soft power. A young man took a few steps forward, stood in front of the transparent glass window, and stared at the woman who sang the song with cold and sharp eyes.
Su Fengxi also opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile, the two exchanged nothing at all, but they seemed to have spoken a thousand words. Suddenly, the heavy sound-insulating glass that was blocked between them began to crack, and then slowly spread and shattered again. The loud explosions terrified everyone.
Everyone screamed and avoided, yelling what was going on, a look of shock, but Su Fengxi and Fangalo were still standing face-to-face, not hiding, not even shaking their eyes. The splashed glass was blocked by an invisible film just before they hit them. They were the people closest to the danger, but they were unharmed.
"Xixi, you are coming out soon! Don't stand there!" Su Fengxi's agent quickly ran into the recording room to check the status of his artist. Su Fengxi recovered his aggressive thoughts and smiled charmingly. : "Van Gallo, haven't we seen you for a long time? How have you been recently?"
"Well, everything is fine." Van Gogh spoke softly.
"What do you think of me now?" Su Fengxi stretched his arms and gracefully turned a circle, as if showing off his more charming figure.
But Van Gogh knew what she was asking, shook her head, and said with regret: "I'm sorry, this world still doesn't belong to you."
Su Fengxi gritted his teeth, but suddenly realized that his emotions had been controlled by the other party. This was a taboo for Shennian confrontation. She immediately collected all her looks, flicked the hair on the side of the temple with a variety of styles, and uttered a slight snort from her nose.
Fangallo also chuckled, then turned away and crumpled the broken glass slag.
Strangely, when all of them were attacked or protected by the magnetic field of the two, Zhang Yang alone looked like an outsider, leaning on the door and watching with a smile instead of a smile. He was completely insensitive to their magnetic field. Seeing that Van Gogh came towards himself, he gave way, but suddenly approached the other person's ear, whispering: "Teacher Van, I know what you are. I also issued a prophecy to you, remembering- —You will die in my hand someday.
He opened his fingers and kneaded.
Van Gogh glanced at him dumbly, and walked away. He took the elevator down to the second floor and walked to the unmanned stairwell before he slowly leaned against the wall, revealing a forbearing expression. In a few minutes, his eardrums and nose began to ooze blood, and his mouth was full of rust. He was injured due to the strong magnetic field collision, and maybe even his internal organs were broken up.
Su Fengxi really became stronger. In a very short period of time, she improved her strength to a completely different level. This kind of crossing is not as simple as breaking through the bottleneck, but from one species to another. Species, nothing in her body alone can do it, there is other power behind her.
Fangallo looked at his black shirt, and there was a thankful expression on his face, because then he could silently clean himself without having to disturb anyone. He wiped the end of his nose with his sleeves, and then wiped the blood from his ears and temples, and then walked out slowly and slowly.
No one could perceive his true feelings in his quiet and indifferent eyebrows. He seemed to have been accustomed to enduring all the pain in silence. He walked into the bathroom, cleaned it again in the mirror, and made sure he was nothing wrong before returning to the rest room.
"You will also go to the show later and participate in the psychoanalysis session." He said to the man who had been waiting for a long time.
"What?" The man stood up quickly, but his face was only surprised, and there was no tension that was suddenly asked to be photographed.
"I will communicate with the director. You just have to sit in a chair, without saying a word." Fangalo opened the door and walked into the compartment of the lounge, politely nodding: "I want to sleep for a while, please help yourself. Later, someone will take you to wait elsewhere, and then deal with you, are you okay? "
"No problem, but why should I go on the show?" The man still couldn't figure out the situation. He seemed to come for help, not to be a mass actor?
"The person who recorded the program with you is Liu Zhao." Fangallo quieted the man in just one sentence. The other party froze for a while before nodding stiffly, "Okay, I understand." At the end, he looked at the youth, his eyes full of awe and gratitude: "Have you seen it for a long time? Did you find the person on purpose?" ? Thank you, really thank you, for three days, you are the only one who wants to believe me, but did not listen to my explanation, I do n’t know what happened ... "
There was no way for the man to talk anymore. He cried, covering his face and biting his teeth, crying very restrained but sad. He thought he was in a dead end ...
Fangallo shook his head and sighed, then closed the door.
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Ten minutes later, several staff members took the man to another small room and waited. At the same time, Liu Zhao also arrived at the TV station, where he was doing styling.
Song Rui asked the director to turn on the camera in the room where the two were, and then transferred the picture to the large screen in the observation room. These cameras were originally used to shoot behind-the-scenes footage, but now he has become a tool for observing them.
"Did you see the problem?" Song Rui tapped on the table with his knuckles, his smile very interesting.
"No, what's wrong with them?" Song Nuan stared at the screen for a while, then raised his eyebrows. "I don't know if it's my illusion. How do I think Liu Zhao's condition is poor, it seems that he has become ugly?"
Liu Zhao's appearance can also be regarded as the best in the entertainment circle gathered by handsome men and beautiful women. His appearance is very delicate, but not soft, and his eyebrows are a little light, so that any makeup is beautiful, and everyone is expressive. His most memorable place has two points. First, his eyes are bright, deep, and sharp, yet soft and tolerant. Looking at him quietly is a kind of enjoyment; second, his temperament, elegance, Indifferent, calm, but expensive.
He was originally from a grassroots background, and he can cultivate to this degree by virtue of his own efforts. He turned from a little person with no background into one of the strongest backgrounds in the entertainment industry, so Song Wenneng said that he is the kind of person standing on the top of the mountain, which not only refers to his fame, but also refers to It is his ability.
But today Liu Zhao does not have the kind of unhurried elegance and indifference. He stared at himself in the mirror, with a weird smile in the corner of his mouth, and his fingers kept tampering with the hair of the forehead, as if he was not satisfied with his style.
"Comb me." He ordered the stylist hard.
"Mr. Liu, the clothes you are wearing today are lazy and casual styles, not suitable for combing your back." The stylist quickly dissuaded.
"I don't care about your style or style, I'm going to comb my back. My face looks good with any hairstyle." Liu Zhao picked up the comb and the gel cream himself, and took care of the messy and stylish hair of the stylist. Comb back.
People around him were watching him, and there was an unbelievable look between them. This is the legendary elegant and charming, modest and courteous Liu Yingdi? It's too much difference!
The strange man who was placed next to Liu Zhao sat quietly in front of the dressing table, letting the stylist take care of himself, and occasionally helping hand some tools and chatting a few words. His topic has always revolved around the latest fashions, and he is very insightful, which has led stylists to laugh frequently. His sitting posture is very elegant, and his expression is also very relaxed, not at all like an ordinary person who has never recorded a program.
But even so, Song Nuan did n’t see any problems, just grumbled and complained:
I did n’t expect Liu Zhao to be such a person in private, and he did n’t have any taste at all. I rely, he refused to wear our stylist He prepared Gaoding to wear this big red suit. Is he blind? Did n’t the designers who worked with him say that he has a high aesthetic taste? Is this also high? Rumors are not credible. ! "
Song Rui stared at her for a while, completely ignorant of how she missed the obvious details and reached such a superficial conclusion. But he seems to have forgotten that to him is equivalent to showing the details of the answer. For many ordinary people, it is nothing.
He withdrew his gaze from loving the fool and looked back at the computer screen.
The two men on the left and right of the screen are already styling and are working on the process. The man asked a few key questions, but Liu Zhao just nodded casually, and finally asked impatiently: "Isn't the director saying that he wants to confront Van Gaal with the lines and script? What about others?"
"He will come in a while, please wait a moment." The staff member answered with a smile, then looked up at the wall clock on the wall. The recording time is approaching. This show doesn't need to be a script at all, and there are no so-called lines. Everything is true.
However, Liu Zhao didn't know, so he was scolding and scolding: "What kind of is a group of scammers! When will he come? The shelf is even bigger than me. It's good to have a backstage. Even the film emperor has to wait for him. What the world, when Lao Tzu finds the backstage, Lao Tzu must let him kneel down and call his father! "
The staff was able to smile politely at first, but later they were expressionless. Listen to what is said, is there any quality? Bullshit aristocrat, film emperor, ten thousand fans, yuck!
The two are talking about each other, and a beautifully dressed and elegantly dressed woman suddenly pushes open the door of the lounge and asks: "Why didn't you notify me when you came to record the show?"
Another beautiful and imposing woman then walked into the lounge and said ironically: "Whatever he wants to do, he needs to ask you for advice? Liu Zhao, am I right?" She raised her eyebrows. He smiled charmingly at the man.
Liu Zhao, who was still in a dilemma, immediately turned to the glamorous woman and said: "Yes, yes, Qin Qin said everything."
The soft woman's face was pale, but she was still standing still, she gritted her teeth and said, "Dong Qin, don't get involved in our husband and wife's affairs, you'll leave me right away! Otherwise, I will tell the reporter that you destroy our husband and wife The relationship between them is the third party. "
Dong Qin was unmoved, but Liu Zhao raised his eyebrows, seeming to be angry.
The feminine woman immediately blocked him: "If you want to damage your reputation, you just let her stay! Anyway, after divorce, I can still get a huge amount of property, and I don't care about making things big."
Liu Zhao, who had always been very opinionated, was terrified. His eyes were sullen, his eyes narrowed, and his hands were and cowardly: "Qin Qin, or would you go out first?"
Dong Qin gave him a deep look, and finally turned around and threw the door loudly.
The beautiful woman's name is Gao Qianqian, and the beautiful woman's name is Dong Qin. When Liu Zhao just debuted, the two of them were already with him, but Gao Qianqian's status was very low. He was only a life assistant, helping Liu Zhao to run around, and Dong Qin is famous in the industry. Iron Lady, a gold medal broker, is very powerful.
At that time, the three people had many scandals because of emotional disputes. Dong Qin loved it with a high profile, and Gao Qianqian loved with lowliness and tolerance. The general public thought that Liu Zhao would choose Dong Qin who is evenly matched with his own. After all, the other party's family is outstanding and his wrists are superb. A play, accompanied by his wife at home for the rest of the time, can be called a model husband.
This is also one of the reasons why Liu Zhao is deeply loved by the public. But now, the anxiousness he showed is very inconsistent with the rumors!
This farce seems to be a peach-colored dispute between two women and one man. Song Wenneng and others have seen it with great addiction, but Song Rui knows that the truth is not the same thing at all, so he laughs more and more.