The entertainment industry boss is the supreme god

Chapter 82 The Crazy Song Nanfei
The reason why Cheng Hongjun arrived at the scene was because Fang Wenning sent him a message.

He originally came to stop the drunk Song Nanfei from doing something stupid, but before he arrived, Ming Qingyun had tortured him so much that he almost went to heaven.

...So saving Mingqi became saving Song Nanfei.

Fang Wenshu stammered: "Sister, sister...thank you..."

It turned out that she was wrong.

Fang Wenning cast a cold look, the stupid sister doesn't care.

She glanced at Ming Qingyun next to Ming Qi again, but she didn't help much.

However, Fang Wenning said, "Anyway, Miss Ming, I've done you a favor."

Ming Qi silently agreed: "Yes."

Fang Wenning raised her lips, her eyes were sure to win: "The invitation I handed you last time, Ms. Ming, why don't you take a look if you have time?"

Ming Qi nodded: "Yes."

Fang Wenning nodded as a signal, her short short hair fell down, she reached out and stroked it: "Looking forward to meeting Miss Ming."

After speaking, she turned and left, ignoring Fang Wenshu.

Fang Wenning wore a suit jacket and a woolen skirt today. The shape is neat, and her back is straight when she walks, slim and capable.

Fang Wenshu watched her leave in a daze, her eyelashes drooping down.

"Wenshu, let's go."

Ming Qi stepped forward and patted the back of her hand, pulled back her scattered thoughts, and smiled nonchalantly: "If you don't go back, Adi and the others will be suspicious."

"Oh oh... good."

When Fang Wenshu left, Ming Qi raised his eyebrows and looked beside him.

"what happened to you?"

She keenly sensed that he was not in the right mood.

Ming Qingyun shook his head, then paused, and said: "Your Highness, he deserves to die."

Actually trying to blaspheme.

If he hadn't taken care of His Highness, Song Nanfei would have died the moment he started.

Ming Qi shook his head: "Sin does not lead to death."

This punishment is enough.

Ming Qingyun pursed her lips and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

When they returned to the private room, Yu Xiangdi had already taken Lu Yuanfeng to drink.

Yu Xiangdi hugged the wine bottle and complained: "Every day I put up avatars and run announcements outside, and if I made a slight mistake, I was caught and scolded by reporters. A group of flies chirped and twittered to death..."

Her eyes were full of water, her face was pink, and her simple and elegant appearance was brightened, making her unique.

Lu Yuanfeng drank slowly by the side with the wine bottle, and responded: "Ah, yes, yes, yes..."

Yu Xiangdi took another sip of wine, probably drunk, he lay down on the table and approached Lu Yuanfeng, stretched out his hands to pinch his face, stared at him with a smirk: "Hey, this face is not bad, I like it. Handsome guy, add a WeChat?"

Lu Yuanfeng was caught off guard by the move, his face darkened and he hid back: "Female rascal!"

"Don't hide!" Yu Xiangdi curled his lips and chased after him: "It feels good, squeeze it~"

Lu Yuanfeng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He dodged the opponent's claws in embarrassment, and stood by to wipe the wine stains on his body.

Rarely, he lost his demeanor and gritted his teeth: "Yu, Xiang, Di!"

"Hey hey hey."

The other party smirked at him, almost drooling.

Lu Yuanfeng: "..."

The assistant next to him: "..."

"Hahaha……"

Standing at the door, Ming Qi, who watched the lively scene again, laughed unabashedly.

Everyone turned around, Ming Qi smiled and said, "Adi, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk!" Yu Xiangdi denied while holding the bottle, not knowing how much he drank.

"Huh?" Yu Xiangdi stared at Ming Qi and walked over unsteadily.

She suddenly looked serious and looked at her for a long time: "Qiqi, you are so pretty."

"Yes." Ming Qi agreed with her with a smile.

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Yu Xiangdi was so drunk that he was unconscious, clinging to Ming Qi and refusing to let go.

Near the end, the assistant came to help her, and she lay down beside Ming Qi's legs, clasped her hands tightly around her waist, and shook her head like a rattle:
"No! I want to be with Qiqi forever!"

"Qiqi is the best! You will never abandon me!"

"..."

The assistant looked detached and helpless.

Next to it, Lu Yuanfeng picked up the phone and clicked two pictures, calmly drifting away: "Black material, get."

If word spread about this dead-faced, faceless and imageless figure, Yu Xiangdi's persona, who is as pale as a chrysanthemum, will definitely make his parents not recognize him.

Assistant Yu Xiangdi: "..."

Ming Qi looked at the sloth stuck to his body, and suggested: "Why don't you go back to Ming's house with me tonight."

The Ming family has enough guest rooms, and there are servants to help take care of everything, so everything is convenient.

The most important thing is that right now Yu Xiangdi only listens to her.

The assistant nodded in agreement.

Several people bid farewell at the door.

After getting into the car, Yu Xiangdi rushed over and put his arms around Ming Qi's neck.

Ming Qingyun sat beside her, seemingly turning a blind eye to everything.

The night was getting darker, the lights in the car were dim, and there was no sound.

Yu Xiangdi wrapped his arms around Ming Qi's neck, and it was rare for him to calm down and stop making noise.

Ming Qi let her hug him, turned his head to her side, and lightly touched Yu Xiangdi's hair, so that she could hug him more easily.

She also drank a few sips of wine at night, but her body was still not used to it, and she was drowsy after the alcohol got on her head.

The black car was driving smoothly on the road.

The cool wind swallows everything with the night, and the atmosphere is peaceful and distant.

After a long time, Ming Qi slowly opened his eyes.

The hot and humid touch between the neck is unusually distinct, and the breath is scorching.

Yu Xiangdi wrapped his arms around her neck and rubbed lightly, his voice was weak: "Jiang Chengqi..."

"Chess..."

Ming Qi slowly closed his eyes.

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"Hold--"

Early the next morning, Song Nanfei sat up from the hospital bed.

He covered his forehead with one hand, frowned, and subconsciously touched his neck, and there was a layer of gauze wrapped around it.

"hiss……"

My whole body hurts.

The bones seemed to be falling apart, the spine, the abdomen, the thighs, the head... There was not a single piece of good in the whole body.

Song Nanfei touched it and almost fainted again.

"Hey - put your hands down and don't move around, don't you want this skeleton?"

Cheng Hongjun came in carrying the breakfast porridge, and stopped him immediately when he saw him self-harming there.

"what happened……"

As soon as the sound came out, Song Nanfei was startled by his hoarse voice.

"Who did it?"

Cheng Hongjun put the thermos box on the table and poured him a bowl of porridge: "Did you forget what you did yesterday?"

Song Nanfei lowered his head and frowned.

what else can i do
Start the game, play cards, drink, and play with a few women... that's all... and so on.

In the blink of an eye, some memories flooded in.

Song Nanfei covered his forehead with a headache.

Cheng Hongjun looked at him like this, thinking that he felt remorse: "Why, now I know I was wrong..."

"Who is that man next to Ming Qi? Why are they so close!"

Cheng Hongjun paused as he handed over the bowl.

Song Nanfei sat halfway on the bed with a gloomy expression: "Ming, please don't try to get rid of me."

Thinking of something, he snorted and smiled: "Even if it's not me... it has to be the Song family."

Cheng Hongjun frowned, his face full of disbelief: "Song Nanfei, are you crazy?!"

"boom--"

Not knowing which word offended him, Song Nanfei violently brushed the bowl to the ground.

The porridge in the bowl spilled all over the floor.

He stared at Cheng Hongjun with a dark expression: "I'm not crazy!"

(End of this chapter)