Chapter 61: 062

"Let’s start with this episode of "Time Inn". Who doesn’t know that the current variety shows will have scripts. If they are live broadcasts, they are actually just an illusion. The producer and investor of this show are Beidou Entertainment. The predecessor of Hua Han, but that is already in the past. Beidou Entertainment is now the world of the Ji family. How can it 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 cute new boss, they are excluded. Others say that they are making money, while boss An is staying. Cooking in the inn for those uncles. In fact, it can be seen from the show that those people are cold-blooded and ruthless, especially our Goddess Chang Yu Chang. In one episode, Boss Ann fell ill. Who do you think is their attitude? Look at Chang Yu again, isn’t Boss Ann going back and forth in the rain for her? Ji's attitude is even more, when Boss Ann is working hard to cook for everyone, she is very smart and knows so much. Why don’t you try the dishes yourself? I'm afraid that these are all arranged by the program group, right? What Ji Moumou said, I went to a small restaurant called "Spring Banquet", and I can find similarities in it of."
"Finally, back to the original topic, let's take a look at the legendary teacher Ji who exports the poems in seven chapters and seven steps. Do you really think that the poems are all her own? It's very troublesome, I found the original author Huaiyu Sanren Please look at the picture below. It’s the screenshots of these poems posted on her Weibo and the dialogue between me and her. How can you see the timeline earlier than Ji’s? And Xuanyang’s of the program group said it’s Ji You can also find traces of the words that XX filled out from the blogger’s homepage."
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This long story was even more outrageous than she was ignorant and unskilled. The blogger wished she was identified as plagiarism, and his outrageous tone suddenly aroused the so-called "sense of justice" among the onlookers. After reading it, Ji Yaoguang wanted to laugh a little, but she couldn't laugh at the corner of her mouth again. She turned to Chang Yu and asked, "Do I look like the kind of silly Baitian who is very bullying? Why do I rush to take it one by one? Come out to black me? Don't they know I have a background?"
"It's just to knock down one after another with background talents to make them happy." Chang Yu hooked his lips and replied. "Last time you said that the Banlangen asked your trumpet and said the poems in it were original or not? I asked her to check her, and found a very interesting thing. I now know that you are right, even if I treat them as air, but they may not be willing, I can't wait to use all means to brush out their own Presence."
"Tomorrow, even if the filming is over, you said that our show has caused such a scene after another, will Director Zhao be unhappy?" Ji Yaoguang blinked.
"He called me to ask my opinion." Chang Yu shook his head, "He also regrets that he didn't consider many aspects when selecting candidates, but for a program, disputes are enthusiasm, which is a loss for him. Not a big deal, as long as some clarifications are made, it is the people who regretted the demon in the end."
"Why don't we stay silent for another day, and wait for the show to finish." They can't wait, and the rumors on the Internet let it fly. How did Ji Yaoguang say that she has some loyal fans. Moreover, Mengjiacun is not connected to the Internet. How can those who ask her to write love letters see the news and come out to defend a few words?
The guests in the inn seemed to be isolated from the world. They didn't know the rumors on the Internet. During the day, it was no different from usual, but Jiang Yusheng looked at Ji Yaoguang who looked lax and hesitated to speak. The small theater in the evening became the final finale banquet, and the coveted intersecting time exaggerated an eager atmosphere. It seemed that there had never been any conflict between them.
Even on this occasion, Ji Yaoguang's prohibition on alcohol has not been lifted, and he lazily nestled on the grandmaster's chair with the cat in his arms, and a cup or two of hot water was placed on the side.
"Ms. Ji, I toast you a glass." After drinking, Jiang Yusheng's face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes sparkled with fireflies. Because she is also born in Z, the little girl is down-to-earth and hardworking, it's hard not to feel good about her. Ji Yaoguang punched her lips, gazing at the wine bottle beside her.
She doesn't like drinking very much, but not drinking a glass in this environment seems to be a bit unreasonable.
Siren seemed to like this little girl who feeds a lot. He called out and jumped out of Ji Yaoguang’s arms, and went around Jiang Yusheng’s legs and rubbed her trousers. Jiang Yusheng also smiled slightly, bending down and touching gently. The siren's little head.
"I'm still using tea instead of the bar." Seeing that the little girl didn't understand what she meant, Ji Yaoguang sighed slightly and shook the cup slightly.
"..." Jiang Yusheng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a bit of resentment in Ji Yaoguang's eyes. When she woke up, she secretly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Ji Yaoguang, staring in amazement as she raised her head to drink it all in one breath. Suddenly, a tree of peach blossoms was blown like a spring breeze, and the bright red face was like a peach blossom in the evening against the sunset. A bad premonition emerged in Jiang Yusheng's heart. After a shiver, he abandoned Teacher Ji, who he admired, and stood back to Bian Yuting's side again, with a gentle and well-behaved smile.
The light from the corner of his eye caught Ji Yaoguang's body. Chang Yu drank a glass of wine handed over by Zhao Beiting, then turned and walked towards Ji Yaoguang.
"Ms. Chang"
An Muyu's abrupt voice passed through all the noise and reached Chang Yu's ears. Her posture in front of others is as weak as ever, and the tears in the corners of her eyes are even more pitiful, "Teacher Chang, can I ask you for an autograph?" She spoke softly and even spoke carefully. This has been in the inn for such a long time, why wait for this time to bring it up? Chang Yu smiled coldly, with a thin layer of anger on the corners of her eyes. Instead of Ying An Muyu's words, she asked casually: "Do you know Zhao Jing?"
An Muyu was stunned for a moment, cast her eyes down to cover the surging waves in her heart, and whispered, "Which Zhao Jing?"
"It's nothing." Chang Yu licked his lips and smiled clearly, took a step back calmly, turning his head and falling on Ji Yaoguang's eyes with gentle and gentle eyes.
An Muyu paid attention to Chang Yu's expression, and had a full view of the changes in her expression. With deep love and jealousy suppressed in her eyes, she raised her head slightly and asked unwillingly: "Teacher Chang, do you like her very much?"
"Yes, I like her very much." Chang Yu nodded without hesitation. She seldom looked at An Muyu, and it was even difficult to clearly outline her eyebrows in her mind. At this time, she finally turned her head and focused all her attention on An Muyu's body. It seemed that it was not unreasonable for Ji Yaoguang to regard it as a scourge. The hypocritical face was full of deceptive fragility and pitifulness-- It's easy to earn enough compassion from others. At first, I just looked at her, slowly with a sharp-edged scrutiny, Chang Yu's words seemed to have been sealed in the ice cellar for a long time, with a chilling air, she said, "An Fen How good is it to be yourself? But it's too late now, isn't it?" How long can this weak appearance be? Sooner or later, when the truth surfaced, it was torn a little bit.
The originally poor little siren returned to the inn to live a life of glory and majesty. At the final banquet of the crew, with the honor of being Ji Yaoguang’s cat, his tail was flying around, sharp. The paw swept across An Muyu's long skirt, and turned his head to enjoy Jiang Yusheng's feeding like an okay person.
"Siren, grab everything else, dirty." Ji Yaoguang's voice was lazy, and there was a drunken drunkenness and laziness in her narrowed eyes. Her eyes became ferocious when she got up, and the eyes cast at An Muyu were full of contempt and disgust. There is still a face that stops Chang Yu from speaking. Who does she think she is? With a look in her eyes like a blade, Ji Yaoguang opened her hand to Chang Yu and muttered, "I have a headache."
"Who made you drink?" Chang Yu smiled and groaned when Ji Yaoguang hugged him. After a while, Ji Yaoguang was led to sit back aside, and stretched out her hand to press her temple carefully. The glass of wine that Jiang Yusheng handed over was not left, and it was really violent. The red tide on her face did not fade for a long time, and Chang Yu couldn't figure out that she still had a clear consciousness.
This time Ji Yaoguang was not obedient. She had to hold Chang Yu to feel at ease, and she lay down on Chang Yu's shoulders. She glared at An Muyu who was still standing beside her, raising her eyebrows like a demonstration. "I want to kiss you, what should I do?" The whispered whisper came in close to the earlobe, and the tingling of the hot air caused Chang Yu's ears to become red.
Chang Yu whispered: "Let's go back to the house."
"I don't want it!" Ji Yaoguang looked up at Chang Yu, replied playfully, "I'm going to be here."
The people on the side seemed to be immersed in their own laughter, but it was only a few steps away. Who knows whose sight will fall on this place, in the public intimacy, Chang Yu was a little unable to do it. In a private space, Ren Ji Yaoguang can act arbitrarily, but now—Chang Yu looks at Ji Yaoguang, and only feels that the blurred and enchanting eyes are seductive, and her heartbeat is chaotic for an instant. She pursed her lips and lowered her voice a little embarrassed. Locally said: "There are so many people here, shall we go back to the house?"
Ji Yaoguang did not speak. From an invisible angle, her hand slid in along the hem of her clothes, gently rubbing against the delicate skin, almost speaking with Chang Yu's earlobe: "What if I want to be here?" Expectations flickered in the middle, and the air instantly became hot and charming.