Chapter 89:

The entertainment circle at the end of the year is very lively. Films, TVs, and no propaganda just pop out of existence. This kind of manuscript is flying everywhere.
The posters for the pretend to be too aggressive have been published. On the first day of the new year, Yu Siyang and Hong Zhehao are embarrassed, but the two faces are clean and handsome, forming a strong contrast. Make fans "hahaha" laugh nonstop.
Since the fixed-file poster came out, the promotion of "Pretend to Overload" has also been rolled out. There have been two editions of the trailer, and there are several shooting tidbits. Buy the script with the rhythm to hang the curiosity of the fans who follow the movie.
Yu Siyang and Hong Zhehao also cooperated very well and were called by Jin Ce to shoot the cover of the magazine "Film and Art".
In the studio, the two dressed in the costumes of the film, holding various props in their hands to meet the requirements of the photographer, showing a love and killing.
"OK, the two babies take a break, and we change the background."
"Film and Art" is one of the domestic authoritative film and television magazines. The photographers who have paid a large price are also well-known domestic photographers. They are called two little babies when they meet, and they are shocked and buried. Instep.
The air-conditioning temperature in the studio was very high, and they did not feel cold in thin costumes. Instead, they were sweating because of the hood attached.
"Here, paper towels." Hong Zhehao took out two tissue papers and handed them to Yu Siyang.
"Thank you." Yu Siyang wiped the sweat on his forehead after taking it, and looked around in the studio, but did not see Tang Hang who came with him.
Hong Zhehao also found Tang Hang absent and said, "Well, what about your assistant?"
Yu Siyang shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
Hong Zhehao looked around, and suddenly approached Yu Siyang, whispering, "It's over, let's go for a skewer. I recently found a small shop where roasted lamb's waist roasts are excellent and don't regret it."
Yu Siyang cooperated very well and whispered, "Your agent wants you to eat?"
"You're stupid, of course you are carrying him."
"It feels a bit risky."
"Higher risks yield higher returns."
"... what's the benefit?"
"Of course it's a delicious mutton."
"..." Yu Siyang's expression was very difficult to say.
"Go, go, go, go ..." Hong Zhehao was deeply aware of the brainwashing skills, and the repeater kept saying, Yu Siyang was helpless, and nodded in humiliation, and accompanied him to eat sheep waist.
Just then, Tang Hang took the phone in his pocket and walked into the studio. His face was as calm as ever, but somehow, Yu Siyang felt that his expression could tell that he had something in mind. Just waiting to be asked, the photographer clapped his hands and shouted, "Two little darlings, come and take pictures."
Yu Siyang, based on the questions in his heart, dedicated himself and Hong Zhehao to various toss.
The cover was taken until five o'clock in the afternoon, and the workers removed their makeup and changed their clothes. They walked out of the building where the studio was located. Hong Zhehao was immediately picked up by his facial paralysis assistant. Before entering the car, he quietly rushed into Siyang. Winked, meaning "wait for my call".
Yu Siyang also quietly nodded. The two made a connection with the underground workers and got on their own cars.
As soon as he got on the train, Yu Siyang asked, "Tang Hang, what happened?"
"Ah?" Tang Hang had not started the car yet, turned to look at Yu Siyang in the back seat, and said hello.
Yu Siyang said, "When you go out and in again in the shed, the expression has not been good. What happened? If you can't tell me, just don't ask me."
Tang Hang shook his head: "It's about you. In the afternoon, a Weibo broke the news, saying that you were a rich second-generation, and then a marketing account picked up the situation of your home. In addition to not saying your bankruptcy, President Wei said that someone was taking There must be a backhand in the rhythm, and it is very likely that the visitors are not good. "
Yu Siyang said, "Let me go. Let me see."
Tang Hang posted the earliest Weibo and several marketing numbers with rhythm to Yu Siyang's mobile phone.
Weibo is very simple, just saying "surprisingly found that Yu Siyang turned out to be a rich second generation", netizens said that there is nothing strange, there are more rich second generation and star second generation in the entertainment industry.
The marketing account is a long Weibo that digs into his family's situation, including the background of his parents, the origin of Yu's father, and the company's main business, and how many shares the relatives of the Yu family have participated in. What kind of position in the company is clearly stated, the seemingly neutral text, but it actually implies that Father Yu took money from relatives to hold shares, but suppressed relatives, and did everything possible to prevent them from serving in the company.
The contents of several marketing numbers are similar, and the sailing army is following the rhythm, saying "I did not expect that Yu Siyang's family is like this", "It is a bit too much to take relatives' money and suppress them."
In recent time, Yu Siyang was particularly popular in film promotion and cloud awards. He was included in the hot search and always in the entertainment news. He had a lot of passers-by, and several marketing numbers came out immediately and attracted a lot of people. people.
"No wonder there are always hot searches. It turns out that the family has money, just buy it and buy it [money]"
"Well, I didn't expect his dad to be such a person. He finally knew why Yu Siyang's character was bad."
"Sunspots grow their brains. Their eyes are not good, their brains are not good, and they are not good people.
"Fans and entertainers alike, both have bad brains, are disgusting, roll [spit]"
"It's not pink or black, it's just that she doesn't feel Yu Siyang, but the artist is an artist, and his father is his father. No matter what his father does, it has nothing to do with him. It is always bad to curse."
After Yu Siyang flipped through two or three pages of comments, she held the screen and said coldly, "It's the people of the Yu family."
Tang Hang froze and asked, "Really, how do you see this?"
"For my father's company, except for my father and the Yu family, how can outsiders know so much in detail." Yu Siyang held the mobile phone tightly, his heart ignited a flame, and his nose fluttered with shortness of breath. Except for them, how can outsiders vilify a dead person like this! "
Tang Hang frowned. It is conceivable that what they really want to do is of course not those who have died, but those who are alive.
Since Tang Hang knew about the relatives of Yu Siyang, especially the things his uncle did, he had no feelings about this group of people. Where are the relatives? They are basically blood-sucking worms. After killing Laozi and his son, Yu Siyang The family of three has really fallen for eight lives and spread such a group of relatives.
Now, he is even more wicked towards these people.
Yu Siyang took a deep breath, barely suppressed the anger in his heart, called Luo Peng with his mobile phone, and said his judgment and thoughts.
Luo Peng is already in contact with those marketing numbers, withdrawing the news, but has been unable to communicate. There is also a big opening of the marketing number Lion, saying that he still has a lot of information to break. If you don't want them to burst out, just Spend money to buy, mouth is two million, mD, this is different from blackmail.
Tang Hang originally wanted to take Yu Siyang to the company to communicate with the agency team for the next trip. After this incident, he was worried that he would be caught by the paparazzi who stayed downstairs of the company all year round. He asked people what he wanted, so he changed his path halfway and took him home. The "upper east district" was not a place for paparazzi to enter.
After sending Yu Siyang home, Tang Hang was ready to rush back to the company, before he left, he said, "Have a good rest, don't think too much."
Yu Siyang nodded. "Thank you. I'm fine. Please be safe on the road."
Tang Hang smiled and did something that he has always wanted to do-patted Yu Siyang's head.
Yu Siyang watched Tang Hang leave, turned into the house, and sent a WeChat message to Hong Zhehao: [Sorry, I can't accompany you to hang out today. 】
Hong Zhehao responded quickly: [Although I was disappointed, I accept your apology, and we will have a chance to go again in the future. 】
Yu Siyang: [Thank you]
Hong Zhehao: [What do you want to thank? Of course, if you have to thank me, you can replace it with substantial thanks, such as ... delicious]
Yu Siyang did not see this sentence. After the "thank you" was sent out, he quit the WeChat interface and reopened Weibo. He had a hunch that it wouldn't be long before the Yu family would come. The rhythm that is brought on is about to sink.
"Aunt Wang, I'm going to trouble you to cook today." Yu Siyang found Aunt Wang on the terrace.
Aunt Wang said, "What's the trouble here, let's get tired. Look at your face is not good, go back to the room to rest first, I'll call you when you have to eat."
Yu Siyang smiled reluctantly, said thank you, went upstairs and returned to his room, lying exhausted on the bed, waiting for Luo Peng to tell him the people behind the Yu family.
The bodyguard picked up Xue Yunmu and didn't go home first, but sent to Hengsheng Building, so the little guy accompanied his father to work for a while, and then went home with his father.
When they got home, the little ones ran to the kitchen with their short legs, and they ran and shouted, "Brother, I'm back", but they didn't see Brother Yangyang in the kitchen.
"Granny Wang, what about brother?"
"Your brother Yangyang is tired. I will let him go back to the room to rest first. I will eat the food made by my grandma today, will you?"
Xue Yunmu's two little hands are tangled together, his hesitant face is full of hesitation, a look that is difficult to make up his mind.
Aunt Wang was amused by his small appearance, and said deliberately, "Why? I think the food made by my grandma is not delicious?"
The fat man wanted to nod, but felt that this was not good, and would make Grandma Wang sad, but the food that Grandma Wang cooked was not as delicious as that made by Yangyang brother.
It's so tangled.
Should I lie to Grandma Wang? Meimei said that sometimes you can tell some kind of lies.
No! Good boys cannot lie.
Meimei is not a good boy and cannot learn from her.
Little head melon thought about it, decided to avoid the problem, and said, "I'm going to find my brother." Then he ran away.
When the fat man was running around, Xue Chengxiu had changed his home clothes, opened the door and walked out of his room, and saw his son knock on the door of Yu Siyang's room again.
"Brother, I'm back." Xue Yunmu knocked on the door happy.
Xue Chengxiu walked behind his son, rubbing the little boy's furry head, and the door of the room opened from inside, revealing Yu Siyang's pale face.
"What's wrong? His face is so bad?" Xue Chengxiu asked immediately.
Yu Siyang looked at Xue Chengxiu nicely, and the other person's eyes were all concerned and worried.
"Mr. Xue." Yu Siyang began to speak, his voice dumbfounded.
"Are you sick?" Xue Chengxiu touched his forehead and compared his forehead temperature. "I called the doctor over."
Yu Siyang took Xue Chengxiu's hand and shook his head. "No, I'm not sick, I'm strong."
Xue Chengxiu was not assured. "Why is your face so pale when you are not sick? The voice is not right. You ca n’t keep taboos and avoid medical treatment at a young age."
Yu Siyang opened his mouth and made himself smile as naturally as possible, but he was in a bad mood and couldn't laugh.
Mr. Xue is really a very gentle, very good person, who can meet him. Yu Siyang feels that he has used his last life and luck in this life, and he will never allow anyone to maliciously slander him.
"What happened? Can you tell me?" Xue Chengxiu asked softly.
Yu Siyang looked down at the short, chubby, chubby Mumu child, and the little boy was still holding his hand to hold it.
He said, "Let's eat first. I'll tell you after eating."