Chapter 30 The collapsed house seems to have some strange habit
"ah?"
Before Xu Xi could react, he saw Song Mingjiao smile at him, then took He Wang's hand and left the living room towards the bedroom on the second floor.
[Camera, follow! Honey! Where are you taking him? Why don't you take us with you?]
[Baby, no! Don’t be alone with bad people.]
[Damn He! He must have been trying to get the young master's attention this way, and he actually succeeded!]
Of course, it is impossible for the photographer to follow the guest into the guest's bedroom as the comments in the comments hoped.
So now only Xu Xi was left with the comments, looking at each other. Finally, he tentatively said, "How about I tell everyone about the direction of scientific research?"
[…Who goes on variety shows just to listen to boring academic discussions? Enough!]
However, He Wang did not take these off-field events to heart. He only felt his body getting hot at this moment, because this time it was Song Mingjiao who took the initiative to hold his hand in front of so many spectators.
Song Mingjiao's hands were very soft and her body temperature was a bit cooler. When holding his hand, it was like holding a piece of cold jade. He Wang couldn't let go and didn't want to let go at all.
Song Mingjiao was furious. He dragged He Wang into the bedroom and locked the door. The hair on his head stood up in anger. He asked, "What have you been thinking about doing these past few days?"
He Wang took Song Mingjiao's hand and placed it on his chest. He said lovingly and tenderly, "Baby, I just want you to know that I really like you. Listen, my heart is beating for you."
Song Mingjiao got goosebumps all over his body and felt his head hurt even more. He tried to pull his hand out, but He Wang held it tightly. He was forced to feel the man's heartbeat, which was fast, urgent and powerful.
"Where did you learn these corny words?"
It's terrible! Song Mingjiao is not interested in artistic men either.
He Wang said honestly, "My agent taught me that. She said that the way I pursued you before was too subtle, so you didn't understand my feelings well enough."
"Oh, so she's in a relationship? She's experienced?"
"No, she has been single since birth."
"Then why on earth did you want to learn this method?"
Song Mingjiao felt that if He Wang continued to maintain this enigmatic personality, he would really consider replacing him.
Fortunately, He Wang only tested it for a moment, and after a while he sighed and returned to the familiar appearance that Song Mingjiao had seen before.
"But I really can't control my feelings, Mingjiao. As soon as I appeared on the variety show, I knew clearly that there were too many people coveting you. You are so beautiful, successful in your career, and have a good personality. Not only the guests on the show, but even the audience are eyeing you covetously."
audience?
In fact, apart from the interactive sessions, Song Mingjiao doesn't pay much attention to the barrage and online comments, and is not very aware of how outrageous words appear in the barrage nowadays.
"Mingjiao, I just want you to focus on me more. I just want you to know that I can do for you what others can do for you."
"Baby, I like you no less than anyone else does, and I absolutely have no other motives. It's just pure love. I want you to believe this."
Song Mingjiao's hand was still on He Wang's chest. The man's strong, pounding heartbeat seemed to flow through his fingertips and reach his own heart.
He didn't quite understand what this feeling was, but since He Wang wanted to prove his love for him, he should give him a way to prove it.
So, Song Mingjiao smiled softly, and did not try to pull back her hand like before. Instead, her fingertips traced He Wang's chest, drawing circles continuously: "You said, it's just pure love? You can do anything for me?"
He Wang's breathing quickened a bit. He grabbed Song Mingjiao's restless hand and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Song Mingjiao leaned forward, breathed into He Wang's ear, and said something in a low voice. Then, as he wished, he saw He Wang's body suddenly tense up.
Song Mingjiao laughed, took two steps back again, tilted his head, and said, "How about this? Is that okay?"
He Wang held Song Mingjiao's wrist tightly. It was so thin, so white, and so fragile. It was obviously unbearable, but she just loved walking on the tightrope on the edge of the cliff.
He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Baby, is this your final test? If I can accept it, can you believe my love for you?"
Song Mingjiao broke free from He Wang's restraints, put his hands behind his back, jumped back a few times, and drew circles on the ground with his toes. He said, "Well, let me see first. Can you do it? Can you serve me to my satisfaction?"
"Okay. Baby, I hope you can eat it."
After He Wang finished speaking, he opened his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then turned and left.
Song Mingjiao felt that He Wang looked down upon him!
Not long after He Wang left, Song Mingjiao returned to the bed and looked at the half-open wardrobe door, which was still shaking gently. The door had opened a small gap, and the clothes inside could be vaguely seen.
"Have you been listening for a long time? Come out."
The wardrobe was silent for a moment, and then it was pushed open, and a slightly disheveled figure crawled out from inside.
It’s Li Yuanhua.
Song Mingjiao sneered, and one by one they started to go crazy.
"What's wrong with you? Running into my closet."
Song Mingjiao pulled Li Yuanhua away without any hesitation. The tall and strong man, perhaps because he felt guilty, did not have the strength to resist Song Mingjiao and was easily pushed away.
Song Mingjiao poked his head into the closet and checked his clothes. He felt his blood rushing to his head and jumped up suddenly like a cat with its fur standing on end. He slammed the closet door open, revealing the messy scene inside.
"You've messed up everything here. These are all my favorite clothes!"
Li Yuanhua lowered his head guiltily and explained, "Master, I'm sorry. I was just tidying up your room when I heard a noise at the door. In a moment of panic, I hid inside."
Song Mingjiao forced himself to calm down, but his chest was still heaving: "Oh, you think you are so shameful that you have to hide in my closet in such a panic."
Li Yuanhua didn't know how to describe his thoughts at the time. He just made this action for some unknown reason, especially after entering the closet. He was surrounded by Song Mingjiao's clothes and was filled with Song Mingjiao's scent. He even had an idea of being extremely rebellious.
——I want to hide one secretly.
That pajamas was worn by the young master. It was white with a pink collar. The young master liked to wear it after taking a bath.
But Li Yuanhua finally suppressed his thoughts. The young master's clothes should be clean and should not be soiled by him.
So now he could only squat down with a guilty conscience and tidy up Song Mingjiao's wardrobe: "Master, I'm sorry. I'll do it quickly. I didn't dirty your clothes."
Song Mingjiao folded his hands, supervised the man's actions, and curled the corners of his mouth. He felt that the man had already made his closet dirty as soon as he entered.
Not very reliable, but fortunately he is obedient.
"Did you hear what I just said to He Wang?"
Li Yuanhua paused for a moment while tidying up his clothes. He heard everything and even peeked over through the crack in the wardrobe door. It was a very strange perspective. He felt as if he had some strange fetish. He watched Song Mingjiao and He Wang interact with each other, whisper to each other, and listen to their inner thoughts with their hands close together in a masochistic way.
"I didn't hear what you whispered in his ear."
Song Mingjiao circled Li Yuanhua twice, looking him up and down. The man was tall and muscular, with very hard muscles that were a full circle larger than his size, so he looked quite good.
"You didn't hear it? Fine, I'll tell you again now. It also happens to be related to you."
There was a smile in Song Mingjiao's voice as he squatted down and patted Li Yuanhua's shoulder.
"I told him that I felt the bed was a little empty. What do you think?"
Li Yuanhua stood stiffly in place, and the white pajamas in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
*
Nie Jixin was once a devoted fan of Mo Qinnan, attending every one of his meet-and-greets and events. At his most obsessive, he even saved his parents' pocket money just to get better stats and support for Mo Qinnan.
However, the longer she became a fan of Mo Qinan, the more she felt that her idol was far from Mo Qinan.
At that Star Sheep Award, her idol didn't win any awards except for the Popularity Award that fans voted for desperately.
While Nie Jixin was comforting herself that there would be a future, more and more revelations about Mo Qinan's true face became available online: he was filming multiple shows at the same time, acting like a big shot, not treating his staff as human beings, and even secretly dating without telling his fans, while claiming to be single. He was having his cake and eat it too.
During that period, there was an unprecedented earthquake in the fan circle. Some people were questioning the studio's public relations level, some were painfully quitting being fans, and some posted that when they met Mo Qinan offline, he was impatient with fans and even rolled his eyes, calling on other sisters not to waste any more time.
Too much trouble made Nie Jixin very uncomfortable. Under the persuasion of her friends, Nie Jixin gradually quit the Internet and stopped paying attention to the news of her former idol. She sold all the peripherals she had bought at a low price, except for a doll.
Nie Jixin's gaze shifted to a stuffed animal beside the bed, and the masked boy he saw at the Star Sheep Awards that day emerged in his mind. He found that his impression of Mo Qinan was gradually replaced by that man's every frown and smile.
Maybe at that time, someone reminded me that I should stop being a fan.
But she never knew the boy's name, and never had the chance to thank him for the doll he gave her. Although it was Mo Qinnan's peripheral product, now it should be that boy. Nie Jixin didn't even want to sell the only remaining peripheral product.
Until today.
Bang bang bang!
A friend suddenly knocked on Nie Jixin's door, "Jixin! Come out quickly, there's big news, it's about Mo Qinan!"
Nie Jixin suddenly covered her ears and yelled towards the door, "I don't want to hear it! I don't want to hear anything about that man anymore, and I'll never be a fan again!"
A friend pushed the door open, pulled Nie Jixin out, and grabbed his phone with trembling hands: "Oh, look, this is really big news! The entertainment industry hasn't had this much fun in a long time!"
Nie Jixin thought it was another issue about Mo Qinan's personal ethics, or that he had been canceled by a brand. But then she glanced at her phone screen and saw the top trending search, with a few large words, followed by several explosive results.
#Mo Qinan tax evasion#
#Mo Qinan's occupational embezzlement#
#Twenty-three brands announced the termination of cooperation with Mo Qinan, and the number is increasing#
Nie Jixin was also shocked. She thought Mo Qinan was not a good person, but she didn't expect that the idol she once supported, in addition to having terrible acting skills, telling lies, and having questionable character, had also committed crimes!
Nie Jixin smiled wryly and shook his head, saying to his friend, "It's my fault for not judging people well enough to waste so much time and money on this kind of idol. It's better if this day comes sooner, so he can leave the entertainment industry sooner, and save my eyes from some damage."
The friend sympathetically took back his phone, patted Nie Jixin on the back comfortingly, and said, "Don't be too sad. There are still good people in the entertainment industry. This is the problem with Mo Qinan, the scumbag, and definitely not the perspective of your fans! Let's not blame ourselves for other people's mistakes."
"For example, if you haven't been online lately, you might not know that many talented people from other fields have recently rushed into the entertainment industry to make a name for themselves. There are doctors, scientists, rising sports stars, entrepreneurs—everyone. They're no better than actors with terrible college entrance exam scores."
"Come on, Ji Xin, let me recommend you a dating show I'm currently watching. It's perfect for dinner. Plus, one of the guests they invited is a rich young master. He's incredibly handsome, definitely better than your ex-idol. And the highlight is, he and several of the other guests, and even people outside of them, have a strong CP vibe!"
As the friend was talking, he turned on the TV, tuned to the dating variety show channel, pointed at the figure on it, and spoke to Nie Jixin.
Nie Jixin was still trying to refuse. She really had a psychological trauma and was somewhat indifferent to all kinds of people and things in the entertainment industry.
But when she accidentally looked up and saw the figure on the TV, she was rarely stunned.
Such beautiful eyebrows, such a familiar smile, such soft hair, gradually overlapped with the figure in her mind that she dared not say out loud these days.
Under the puzzled gaze of his friends, Nie Jixin walked to the TV.
"Why? You think this young master is pretty, too, right? I declare him my next idol! It's just a pity, this young master is probably just here to play around in the entertainment industry. After the dating show ends, he probably won't appear again. So watch and cherish him."
But Nie Jixin shook her head and didn't listen to her friend. She stretched out her hand and pressed her palm against the cold TV screen, covering most of the palm-sized face of the person on the screen, leaving only the delicate eyebrows and eyes exposed.
——Exactly the same, they overlap.
"What's his name?" Nie Jixin murmured without letting go of his hand.
"Hmm? Do you really want to be his fan? Let me think, oh, I usually call him Young Master, but I suddenly can't think of a better name."
"Oh! Now I remember, his name is Song Mingjiao."
*
Similar conversations happen in many people's homes today.
The staff of Chaobo worked overtime to deal with the matter, otherwise Chaobo might be ruined. While dealing with it, they cursed the culprit Mo Qinan, who made them work overtime again.
Various types of downfalls are not uncommon in the entertainment industry, but they are generally limited to one's private character. If one has enough fans, or a strong background, or is talented but has works to his credit, even if one has all kinds of negative news, he may be able to continue to stay in the entertainment industry.
However, it is relatively rare to see a continuous collapse of reputation like Mo Qinan, where the revelations become more and more severe, and even involve legal incidents in the end.
Staff from various brands, film crews, magazines, etc. were all working overtime overnight and terminated their contracts with Mo Qinan overnight, for fear that if they were a second late, they would be labeled as sheltering a low-quality artist by the onlookers.
[So many collaborations have ended. Is Mo really going to collapse this time? He won't be able to get up again, right?]
[Hehe, forget about the people in the entertainment industry. I heard the police have already arrived at Mo Qinan's neighborhood. I hope he can get out of the police station safely first.]
[Tsk, you guys, so much news keeps coming out, it seems like it started from the Star Sheep Awards, right? Did he offend some big boss behind the scenes? They want to kill him, but the company won't protect him?]
[Don't cue me, Mo already opened his own studio a long time ago, and it has nothing to do with Song's company. Don't implicate an innocent boss.]
There was a lot of discussion online, but the next episode of "Heart Signal" still aired on time.
This was even Mo Qinnan's last public appearance on the show, and many people flocked to it. When the show just started, there were too many people, so the screen was temporarily black and only the sound could be heard.
"Master, eat here."
audience:?
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