The sickly beautiful woman is crazy [Entertainment]

Chapter 9

Half an hour later, the conference room.

Ding Ke and Aiyang stood side by side, both staring at each other fiercely with bruised noses and swollen faces.

The person in charge of the organizer and the managers of both parties came to the scene to adjust.

Person in charge: "According to the rules, artist fights have a bad impact, and we may not be able to work together anymore."

"How can this be done?! Manager, you see that our Xiao Ke is usually very stable and never argues with others. There must be some misunderstanding."

"Our Xiaoyang is not in good health, so we can't fight."

Ding Ke's chest rose and fell, "I didn't say anything, Ai Yang rushed up and started to fight, I was defending myself!"

Ai Yang: "You beat me up, it's obvious that you attacked me personally first!"

"Which sentence I said about your plastic surgery is false?!"

"You fucking..."

The two disagreed and started fighting again, the person in charge slammed the table: "Look, there are so many people who want to fight, I don't know what will happen when no one is there! Is this what you mean by being steady?"

Brokers on both sides support the amount.

Qi Yanjing sat in the upper seat and drank tea, casually watching the farce in front of her. A group of grown men were grabbing each other like elementary school students.

He was bored watching it, but Xu Jue was enjoying it while nestling on the sofa beside him.

It's just that his sitting posture is not correct, he is completely sunken in the sofa, his back is resting on the pillow, his neck is slightly raised and leaning against the armrest, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing a thin collarbone.

Qi Yanjing's gaze stayed on his collarbone for a while, moved away, turned back, moved away again, still couldn't bear to look.

He put down the teacup: "Xu Jue."

Xu Jue was watching the group of people arguing with great enthusiasm, and turned around when he heard the sound, his slightly raised eyes were still smiling.

Qi Yanjing was serious: "Sit down."

Xu Jue: "..."

Except for his own mother, Xu Jue really hasn't met such a person who corrects his sitting posture for many years.

But Qi Yanjing himself was sitting upright, and his suit was meticulous. Xu Jue paused, but managed to sit upright.

It's just that his painkiller seemed to be wearing off, and his body began to ache. After sitting for a while, he slid down again.

"It's really a pity!" The person in charge got a headache from the group of people, and the volume became louder: "But the rules are the rules, we can't make an exception, and you don't have to be too sad, there is still a chance next year."

Seeing that he was really going to be eliminated, Ai Yang started to panic, looked around, and locked on to Xu Jue who was on the sofa.

"Xiao Jue," he turned to beg Xu Jue, "We are good friends, please help me to talk, you can help me prove that Ding Ke is looking for trouble, I am a victim."

Xu Jue was not feeling well, and his energy was low. He yawned with his forehead propped up, and rubbed his eyes again.

After seeing Ai Yang's expression clearly, he lazily said: "I'm not responsible for these things, it's useless for you to look for me."

"Besides," he sat up straighter, "the whole network knows that our relationship is plastic, so if I don't help you, what can I do?"

Ai Yang was stunned.

Everyone turned to look at Xu Jue, shocked by his straightforwardness.

Ding Ke exclaimed: "Is this possible to say..."

Qi Yanjing coughed and glanced at Xu Jue.

Xu Jue was intimidated by his eyes, curled his lips and nestled into the sofa again, with a sleepy expression, written all over his face: Look, I have no right to speak.

Qi Yanjing's gaze stayed on his pale face for two seconds, she shook her head lightly, and finally did not correct his sitting posture.

Everyone watched this scene blankly, always feeling that the atmosphere was weird. Qi Yanjing and Xu Jue obviously had no communication, but there was a strange intimacy between them.

Qi Yanjing directly ignored the eyes around her, glanced at her watch and stood up, and said to the person in charge next to her: "The live broadcast will start soon, I will take Xu Jue away first, and I will trouble you here to deal with it."

"Okay, okay," the person in charge nodded repeatedly, "Go quickly, don't delay the business."

Xu Jue also supported the sofa and got up slowly, and followed Qi Yanjing out of the conference room.

As soon as she left the house, Qi Yanjing received a call from Gao Ping.

"Hey, brother, where are you?" Gao Ping said in a low voice.

"Go to the live broadcast hall immediately, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's all right," Gao Ping said, "I just wanted to call to remind you that the time is almost up and you still don't come. The equipment here is all set up, and now you can receive pictures online."

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes."

As Qi Yanjing spoke, he found that there was no movement around him, and subconsciously looked back, Xu Jue was still leaning on the wall and swaying forward slowly, and there was already a distance of several meters between the two of them.

He paused, and turned back to Xu Jue. When he got closer, he could see that Xu Jue's face was paler than before, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

Qi Yanjing: "...does it take a lot of effort to walk?"

Xu Jue's knuckles holding on to the wall turned white, and his head was slightly lowered. Qi Yanjing could only see a small piece of his snow-white side face and trembling eyelashes, as if he was enduring something.

After a while, Xu Jue let out a low breath, rubbed his temples, and said softly, "You don't understand."

Qi Yanjing: "..."

I don't quite understand.

He gave Xu Jue a little help, and continued to say to the other end of the phone: "It may be a few minutes late, you can deal with it."

Gao Ping didn't know what he was doing, and he was stunned for a few seconds before replying, "Oh, ok, ok, take your time, don't be in a hurry."

After hanging up the phone, Gao Ping held the phone and took two deep breaths.

Although he couldn't hear clearly, at least he could tell that Qi Yanjing was with Xu Jue just now. Gao Ping was puzzled, why was his boss still with Xu Jue?

At this time, almost all the staff had arrived at the scene, and the live broadcast room was broadcasting the pictures in the hall in real time. The rating had not officially started, and the artists seated and the always serious examiners were chatting in twos and threes, and the atmosphere was rarely relaxed and harmonious.

Gao Ping conveyed the news that Qi Yanjing might be a few minutes late due to urgent matters, and expressed his apology, and the barrage suddenly became lively.

[Why, what happened later? 】

[That is to say, my husband has always been on time and has never been late once. 】

[Oh, didn't you say it's only a few minutes late, who wouldn't be in a hurry, the third urgent thing is also urgent]

【Shut up!My husband is not a mortal, there is no such thing as three urgent! 】

[I'm really sick, and it's not just my husband who didn't come, why are you only staring at him, Xu Jue hasn't arrived yet]

【Ai Yang and Ding Ke didn't come either】

【Ai Yang, I know, who is Ding Ke? 】

[Just in the same company as Xu Jue, the one who started crying after the first review]

【Who is Ai Yang?I'm not the only one who doesn't know, am I? 】

[Hahaha, haven't you eaten melon in the past two years upstairs?It’s Xu Jue’s good friend made of plastic, the interaction between the two of them can make people laugh out loud]

[Now that I think about it, the plastic surgery is right? 】

[Help, are all the upstairs fans fans of Xu Jue?He is like the center of the world, everyone has to revolve around him, right? 】

[Xu Jue has fans? 】

【It's not me anyway】

【It's not me either】

……

Qi Yanjing coveted Xu Jue to the door of the live broadcast hall. He had never walked at such a slow speed since he was a child.

He didn't know what kind of injury Xu Jue had on his body. At this speed, which was no different from that of a snail, he could tremble and pant in pain.

Xu Jue was not allowed to help him when he was close to the hall. He held the sunglasses in his right hand, and he went to pull the door naturally with his left hand, but he didn't pull it.

The thick double-leaf solid wood door used in the live broadcast hall is indeed heavy, but it is impossible for an adult to pull it.

Xu Jue obviously didn't expect it either, and stared blankly at the dark wooden door with his big eyes open.

Qi Yanjing felt that she had almost exhausted her entire life in the past two days, so she said helplessly, "Can't you open the door?"

If Xu Jue was still embarrassed because of his physique at the beginning, then he looks like he is going to be bad now.

He didn't even bother to switch to his right hand, he directly raised his plain white face, looked at Qi Yanjing, and said, "You know I can't use my hand well."

Qi Yanjing: "..."

He really didn't understand why Xu Jue was so weak and natural as an adult, but he had no other choice but to raise his hand and hold the doorknob and easily pull it open, touching Xu Jue's back:

"go in."

The barrage, which was arguing over whether Xu Jue had any fans, froze for a few seconds at this moment.

The hall that was originally filled with chatter was suddenly quiet.

In the live broadcast, Qi Yanjing opened the door for Xu Jue, raised his hand to support his shoulder, and said something in a low voice.

And Xu Jue raised his chin to look at Qi Yanjing, with a posture like a proud cat.

Then, under the attention of the audience, the cat walked slowly to its seat with lazy steps.

【? ? ? 】

[Am I suddenly blind? 】

[How did the two of them come together? ? ! 】

[It's over, it's over, the scariest thing happened, Xu Jue is going to start posting about my husband again]

[My husband is too miserable, what did he do wrong to keep being entangled by Xu Jue]

[I'm really pissed off, doesn't this vixen have long hands? ! 】

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