Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang did not go to the stall to stick the film today, she went to the TV station to deliver the food.

The simulcast was still fifteen minutes away. The backstage staff was ready. Tang Ying put on makeup and moved the assistant away.

"Brother, do you have to do this?"

Zhou Qingrang was reading the press release: "Yeah."

"From the director--"

He put down the manuscript, his fingers were white and slender, and slowly buttoned the buttons of the suit one by one: "You can cooperate with me, and I will explain the rest."

She had never seen him so stubborn.

Tang Ying said nothing more.

Assistant Xiaoxing came and knocked on the door: "Ms. Zhou, a lady named Luo is looking for you."

Before Zhou Qing joined the TV station, he was a teacher in the broadcasting department for half a year. Most people on the station called him Teacher Zhou.

Tang Ying glanced at the time: "There is still a quarter of an hour to the live broadcast."

"You go to prepare first."

Zhou Qing let the wheelchair out of the lounge.

The eldest granddaughter of the Luo family, Luo Qinghe, was found.

"Long time no see," she put down her tea cup, got up from the sofa, and called, "Uncle Cousin."

Cousin?

The assistant at the door was taken aback. Are Teacher Zhou and Luo's family relatives?

Patter.

Zhou Qing asked to close the door, raised his head, cold eyes: "You used to call me a beggar."

Luo Qinghe smiled unabated, and stood up to fulfill the manners of the junior: "At that time, he was still young, Tong Yan Wuji was sensible, and I have to ask my cousin to forgive me."

"You look like your father." Zhou Qing put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and tightened, "just as hypocritical as him."

Luo Qinghe received the smile on his face.

"Zhou Qingrang," she sat down, her slender single eyelid slightly raised, "I toast you three points, why don't you toast and not drink fine wine."

Zhou Qing turned a deaf ear and raised his hand to see the time: "There are ten minutes left, seven o'clock."

At seven o'clock, the news is live.

He made it clear that he didn't eat hard or soft.

Luo Qinghe smiled, took out the lighter, with red lips and white teeth biting the cigarette, calmly: "If I were you, I would have enough. It would be stupid to hit a rock with a pebble."

Zhou Qingrang lowered his head and sorted out the thin blanket on his knees. His mutilated legs were cold and numb. He didn't rush from start to finish: "If you hit the rock with a pebble, you wouldn't come today."

Not surprisingly, Luo Qinghe lifted his chin confidently and arrogantly: "Knocked with us Luo Jia?"

He is noncommittal.

Luo Qinghe put out the cigarette of the lady who had only smoked two puffs in the ashtray: "Okay, then let me see how many catties you Zhou Qing makes."

She got up and swept his legs when she passed him.

Zhou Qingrang raised his head and looked at her: "Do you know why your Luo family cut off their children and grandchildren?"

Her face changed transiently.

The eldest son of the Luo family had two sons and a daughter. The second son left a daughter who died prematurely. The eldest son, Luo Changde, was romantic. Except for the daughter from the main house, there were countless illegitimate daughters, but not a single boy.

He said every sentence, sonorously and forcefully: "Because your surname Luo has done too many things inferior to animals and animals, so you will suffer retribution."

Father Luo has a younger sister named Zhining who was married when he was young.

Twenty-four years ago, Luo Zhening and his wife died accidentally, leaving a son and a daughter. The girl called Qingmeng and the boy called Qingren. At that time, they were both under eighteen. The following year, the two siblings went to the Luo family, the imperial capital, and the Luo family opened their doors to welcome them. At that time, both siblings were underage. His elder sister Zhou Qingmeng was under 16 years old, and his younger brother Zhou Qingren was over 14.

Less than a year later, Zhou Qingmeng died of illness, the cause of which is unknown, but there are rumors that she conceived with someone and gave birth to a child.

In the same year, Zhou Qing had his limbs amputated in a car accident and spent many years lying in the hospital.

As for the child born by Zhou Qingmeng, whether it is true or not, where is the person...in Luo's family, it is a taboo, not to mention a word.

"Secretary Han."

Luo Qinghe walked slowly along the corridor, "Are you all ready?"

On the phone, Han Feng replied: "Ready."

"It's time to start."

"understood."

Luo Qinghe hung up the phone, turned a corner, and ran into the person on the other side of the corridor. She was stumbling two steps while leaning on her shoulder. She looked up and saw a pair of dark pupils.

The other person is also looking at her.

These eyes are strange or strange, how can they feel a bit familiar. Luo Qinghe couldn't help but glanced twice, then retracted his gaze and lifted his foot to leave.

Zhou Xufang was still stunned, suddenly tinnitus, and then suddenly chaotic noises sounded in his ears, uncontrollably and aggressively.

It is a childlike voice.

"Go away, you've got my ground dirty."

"My mother said, your mother is a fox, and you are a fool born of a fox."

"Little mute, get out."

"You are not allowed to eat my meal!"

"Smelly beggar, you and your uncle are both stinky beggars!"

"They all said that you are mentally retarded."

"Don't play with him, he is mentally retarded."

"..."

Whose voice?

Zhou Xufang staggered backwards, suddenly having a splitting headache.

One hand supported her arm: "Be careful."

She froze, turned her head slowly, and saw a pair of clear eyes.

"It is you."

It's him, someone who has had a relationship with her.

She said, "Thank you."

Zhou Qingran didn't like to laugh, but just loosened his tight lips slightly, the coldness in his eyes softened: "No thanks."

At a quarter past seven, Tianxing Entertainment issued an apology, claiming that it had been investigated clearly that its senior executives had abused their private rights and coerced the company’s artists to do power and **** transactions. Star Entertainment will be responsible for the victimized artist to the end, never shirk responsibility, and will fully cooperate with the police investigation.

At 7:30, the news was broadcast live, and the host Zhou Qingrang revealed the evidence of Tianxing Entertainment’s illegal entertainment.

One after the other, the timing is too precise. As for coincidence, or there is another hidden story, there are different opinions. Some people say that Tianxing’s move is to throw away the top of the pot and make the Luo Jinchan behind him escape. Others say that Tianxing’s mistake will improve it. Attitudes and post-processing are exemplary in the entertainment industry.

Set a good example?

Nonsense!

Xue Baoyi threw the phone on the table: "This Luo Qing and his true talents can make a good reputation by throwing a pot. No wonder my old man said that she has the true biography of Luo's old man, and she is full of evil tricks."

On the opposite side, the leather sofa in his office was being occupied by Jiang Zhi, and he laid a clean blanket on it with great care. Jiang Zhi lay on the sofa, lying on the sofa, like a beautiful woman. Who is it?

Originally, I was here to talk about the new movie. This guy thought his sofa was dirty, so he had to get a new blanket before he was willing to lie down. He was talking about the Luo family. The little beauty kicked him with his foot, "There is smoke." Taste, go open the window."

Before Jiang Zhi came, Xue Baoyi smoked a cigarette. He was speechless because of his nose. He went to open the window: "Don't feel cold when you open the window."

After opening the window, Xue Baoyi just sat back.

Jiang Zhi kicked his calf again: "Get me another blanket."

"..."

Damn, his ancestors never used him like that.

Forget it, because he is beautiful and weak, and saved him when he was a kid... Xue Baoyi went to get a blanket and threw it on Jiang Zhi.

"You don't seem to be surprised at all about Tianxing, did you expect it?"

Afraid of the cold, Jiang Zhi tightened the blanket: "How can the Luo family collapse so easily."

Too.

The Luo family was in the imperial capital, and it was considered the most wealthy.

But this does not prevent Xue Baoyi from gloating: "But it's not a loss. Although the Luo family can't break their arms and legs this time, they always have to peel off the skin."

In just a few hours, the Luo family’s shares fell into a mess, and Tian Xing was even worse. All the artists under the banner lay guns. Xue Baoyi felt that it was time to dig into the corner of Tian Xing, and the Luo family would have to vomit another blood.

"Do you think that Zhou Qingrang and the Luo family have any hatred? You are not afraid of being tough. When the Luo family calms down this matter, it is estimated that Zhou Qingrang's good day will come."

Jiang Zhi did not answer.

Xue Baoyi knocked on the table: "Speaking to you, why ignore me?"

Jiang Zhi raised his eyes: "Come here."

What?

Xue Baoyi was seen by him all over: "What are you doing?"

He changed his posture, lying on his side, supporting his chin, fanning his eyelashes up and down, "Come here."

Damn it!

Seduce!

The peach-eyed eyes of the beautiful woman are flirting, charming and charming, this is a **** fairy.

Xue Baoyi remained unmoved by life and death: "Jiang Zhi, I'm really a straight man, don't harm me, I have to inherit my family from generation to generation."

Jiang Zhi lay back lazily, moving too hard, causing him to pant lightly and breathe quickly: "Worse your sister! Give me death!"

Hey, beauty is not cute anymore.

Xue Baoyi still hesitated and moved over with a twist.

Jiang Zhi took his right hand out of the blanket and brought it to Xue Baoyi: "Wen Wen."

I go!

Xue Baoyi was horrified: "You are so perverted."

Damn, stupid, force! Jiang Zhi was uncomfortable because of being hung up in a sigh, and then he did not curse, "Do you smell it?"

Ok.

For his beauty.

Xue Baoyi leaned over and sniffed.

"Does it smell of milk?"

He sniffed again: "Yes."

Jiang Zhi put his hand back into the blanket: "Remember this smell, that Z also has it."

"Why should I remember?"

Jiang Zhi also had this milky smell on his body. The rounding was to make him remember Jiang Zhi's body odor. The two big men... Xue Baoyi had a chill.

"This brand of milk is not available in China. Because of the relationship between the price and the place of production, the sales crowd and channels are limited. You can check and find out the people."

Do you want him to find someone for a long time?

Xue Baoyi was unhappy: "You want me to find a needle in a haystack."

"Can you fish?"

Xue Baoyi spread her hands on the sofa, letting out her aggression: "Brother Zhi, you are so arrogant."

Jiang Zhi ignored him, wrapped the blanket, and continued to sleep with him.

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Locke:

Father Luo: Luo Huaiyu.

Luo Huaiyu's eldest son: Luo Changde, his daughter Luo Qinghe.

Luo Huaiyu's second son: Luo Changan, dead, and his daughter Luo Yinghe (not yet shown)

Luo Huaiyu's three daughters: Luo Changfang, married to Jiang's family, and his daughter Jiang Fuli (not yet shown)

Luo Huaiyu's sister: Luo Zhining is dead.

Luo Zhining's son: Zhou Qingrang

Luo Zhining's daughter: Zhou Qingmeng.

As for the identity of Zhou Xufang, guess what.