Good luck in the city

Chapter 165 Slapping a female star in the face! (Seventh update! Please subscribe!!)

Du Xiaolan glanced at Yang Fei, and sure enough, the boss looked a little ugly.

She immediately realized that she had to cut through the mess quickly, and couldn't drag them along.

Then she said to the four bodyguards behind her: "Quick, throw out their luggage!"

Hearing this, the expression on Luo Shan's face suddenly darkened, as if a mouse had been stepped on by its tail.

She shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

One of the bodyguards said coldly, "Can you take out the luggage yourself, or should we throw it out for you?"

"Presumptuous..." Luo Shan trembled angrily.

She really wanted to curse, but when she saw the cold gaze of the bodyguard in black, she was too scared to speak.

There are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people, and the wicked need to be grinded by the wicked!

In the end, Luo Shan and the others had no choice but to run out in despair.

Wang Dalu and others witnessed the whole process, gloating and laughing.

"Hahaha!! I didn't expect you to have today!"

"It's so cool! I finally vented my grievances today!"

"Old woman, I told you that you were so arrogant just now, now you are scared!"

At this time, Zhang Ming muttered, "Hey, you see, Xu Lu is like a dumb person throughout the whole process. She is also a star after all, and she doesn't say a word."

When he said that, everyone reacted.

Really, Xu Lu didn't say a word the whole time.

Could it be that she was frightened and stupid?
Agent Luo Shan also had the same question. They came to a dressing room next door.

Luo Shan couldn't help asking: "Lulu, what's wrong with you, why didn't you say a word just now?"

"How dare I say anything, I can't offend you!" Xu Lu smiled wryly.
"How can you say such a thing, anyway, we also have 500 million fans, we can't grow others' ambitions and destroy our prestige!" Luo Shan said seriously.

Xu Lu opened the magazine that she had been holding in her hand, pointed to the picture of the colored diamond necklace and said, "Did you notice the necklace of that woman just now, it is this string of illusions."

Hearing this, Roseanne was immediately speechless.

May I ask a person who can wear a necklace worth 3000 million yuan, can she be provoked by a third-rate singer?

Inside Zhang Tianai's dressing room.

"Isn't it good for me to occupy such a large room by myself?" Zhang Tianai felt a little embarrassed that he occupied a dressing room.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Yang Fei spoke, and he affirmed Du Xiaolan's actions.

Du Xiaolan understood Yang Fei's meaning, and quickly said: "Tian Ai, the artistes in your company represent the company's image, how can you share the same dressing room with those third-rate singers?"

Zhang Tianai didn't say anything more.

"dong dong dong~"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a staff member came in, "Hello, Mr. Yang, I am Teacher He's assistant. Teacher He invites the three of you to drink tea."

"Oh, thank you, please lead the way."

While speaking, several people followed the assistant and left the dressing room.

While walking in the corridor, Yang Fei saw Zhang Tianai's nervous expression and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to see Teacher He later, I'm so nervous!" Zhang Tianai clenched his fists and said.

Yang Fei laughed, "There's no need to be nervous, you have to think that you are also a star!"

"He is Teacher He!" Zhang Tianai said.

There is nothing wrong with what she said, Zhang Tianai is still a rookie after all.

And who is Mr. He, a famous host, one of the bosses of Xiangjiang TV station.

It is natural for her to be nervous as a newcomer who wants to meet her senior.

After a while, the three of Yang Fei met Mr. He in a lounge.

"Welcome." Mr. He got up to welcome the guests. His first eyes fell on Yang Fei's face, and he stretched out his hand, "You must be Mr. Yang."

Yang Fei smiled slightly and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. He, I'm Yang Fei."

"It's better to be famous than to meet. I didn't expect Mr. Yang to be so young."

"Don't you think I'm so handsome?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Yang is really humorous."

A small joke instantly shortened the distance between the two, and the atmosphere became more relaxed.

"Please sit down, both of you." Teacher He greeted the two of them to sit down and make tea by themselves.

After Yang Fei sat down, he began to look around the room. The room was quite big, with several sofas.

There is also a bookcase inside, which is full of various magazines and books.

There are also some sports equipment placed in the corner, presumably this is the lounge of the happy family.

Finally, his eyes focused on the few books on the coffee table.

"Mr. Yang also reads books?" Mr. He asked after noticing his gaze.

"Well... watch it occasionally." Originally, Yang Fei wanted to say that he rarely watched it.

But at this moment, Andy's smart glasses sounded a reminder, and then a series of words appeared in front of his eyes.

He immediately changed his words, picked up the top book, looked at the book cover, and said, "Long Yingtai's "Watching Off"."

When Teacher He heard Yang Fei's words, he immediately became interested, "Has Mr. Yang watched it too?"

Yang Fei raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Watching Off" is a work written by author Long Yingtai after "Take Your Time, My Child" and "Dear Andre". The Sexual Life Book.

At the same time, this is a notebook of life and death, profound, sad and beautiful.

The 73 essays in "Watching" write about the death of father, the aging of mother, the departure of son, the concern of friends, the hand in hand of brothers, about failure and fragility, loss and letting go, about lingering and absolute nothingness.She wrote all the subtleties, like candlelight illuminating the mountain wall. "

"That's great, I didn't expect Mr. Yang to like Long Yingtai so much!" Teacher He couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand and applauded.

"Mr. He, I have read your "It's too late." Yang Fei followed with a smile.

"Really?" Teacher He was very surprised.

"When I was young, I still wanted too much, and I wanted to do everything well. From host to singer, actor, and then to director, he is constantly refreshing the possibilities of life.

Faced with all kinds of "too late" confusion in life, exhausted panic may also be a common state of adolescence, because you are not particularly sure where you are going, and you must experience it before you know what you have gained and how to choose. "

Yang Fei casually read a passage from "It's too late".

Teacher He looked at Yang Fei in surprise. He never expected that Yang Fei had read his book.

Immediately, Teacher He stood up and held Yang Fei's hand.

He said happily: "I didn't expect to meet a bosom friend today, it's too late to meet!"

"Haha, I don't know Mr. He, can you give me a signed book?" Yang Fei said with a smile.

"Of course, of course."

Teacher He happily walked to the bookshelf, took out a copy of "It's Too Time", and then wrote a line of words on it.

"Mountains and rivers are not important, the most important thing is to meet your confidant! Give it to my friend Mr. Yang Fei!"

Zhang Tianai took a look, "Mr. He, your handwriting is really beautiful!"

Yang Fei also nodded, "It's been so long since I graduated from college that I've forgotten how to write. Teacher He's handwriting is amazing."

"You really can talk." Teacher He chuckled, closed the book, handed it to Yang Fei, and said, "Mr. Yang, it is my honor to give you this book!"

Yang Fei took the book with both hands and said, "It should be said that it is my honor."

While talking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Please sit down." Mr. He greeted the two of them to sit down again, and then he handed the brewed tea to Yang Fei, "Come and taste the tea I made."

After a pause, he went on to say: "Mr. Du said something well before, Mr. Yang Fei and I met each other so late, we hit it off!"

Yang Fei chuckled, and picked up the tea made by Mr. He and smelled it.

Immediately, a scent of tea leaves flooded into the nostrils, and after taking a sip, I felt a sweet taste, refreshing.

"Well, this white tea is not bad, it must have just been picked in February this year?"

"Yo?" Teacher He's eyes lit up, "I didn't expect Mr. Yang to be a master of tea ceremony."

After a pause, he then asked: "I wonder if you can taste the white tea produced in which place?"

"Can this still be tasted?" Zhang Tianai was stunned.

Du Xiaolan was also surprised and looked at Yang Fei curiously.

(End of this chapter)