Chapter 151 The Entertainment Industry's Heartthrob and Top-Rated Female Cannon Fodder (7)
When they returned to the villa, it was already very late. Nan Qiao was exhausted after sitting on the plane for several hours. He fell asleep as soon as he got off the plane and got into the car.
The girl was frail and thin, and looked particularly petite as she huddled in the wide seat.
Her long and thick eyelashes drooped, cast a shadow by the light coming in from the car window. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips were rosy, and her breathing was light and long.
The man who was listening to his assistant reporting on official business paused slightly. The assistant in front quickly lowered his voice a few degrees, reported faster, and soon finished the official business report.
The partition between the front seat and the back seat slowly rose, forming an enclosed space in the entire back seat.
The girl was unconscious and still sleeping soundly.
The man took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, took off his suit jacket, and then carefully hugged the person in his arms.
The man's chest was hot and hard. The girl in his arms murmured uncomfortably, but she was sleeping soundly and did not wake up.
The soft and fragrant body returned to his arms again. The man in only a pure white shirt had his Adam's apple rolling up and down. His empty heart of the past few days was completely filled by the girl in his arms.
He lowered his eyes to look at the girl, his eyes were dark, filled with the longing that had been accumulating over the past few days. The girl leaning on his arms was very well-behaved, and some indescribable desire for exclusivity was growing in his heart.
But... the smile on the girl's face in the live broadcast room over the past three days suddenly appeared in the man's mind.
The car continued to drive smoothly. The man in the back seat collected his thoughts, sighed, hugged the delicate body tightly in his arms, and closed his eyes.
The servants of the villa had already been prepared and were waiting outside the door for the owner of the villa to arrive.
The convoy stopped in front of the villa, the door was opened by a servant, and Qi Jing got out of the car holding the girl.
The servant subconsciously lowered his voice and whispered, "Sir, the room has been cleaned."
Qi Jing nodded.
After instructing the servants to prepare dinner, Qi Jing carried the person back to the room.
I placed the girl on the soft bed and checked the temperature of her forehead, but she didn't have a fever.
Nan Qiao is weak, so he is required to eat dinner on time. Qi Jing looked at his watch and saw that it would take the servants about an hour to prepare dinner.
So Qiao Qiao can rest for another hour.
After taking off his dull suit and untying his tie, the man quickly got on the bed and once again took the girl into his arms.
Her body nestled in his arms again, the familiar fragrance lingering around her nose. The man on the bed, like a resting beast, slowly closed his eyes again...
"Wow..."
Nan Qiao opened her eyes drowsily, and her watery eyes met the handsome face of the man without glasses.
She came to her senses and realized that she had returned to the villa.
She was held in the man's arms, with her cheek pressed directly against his chest. She felt a little uncomfortable and used her hands to pry the arms around her waist.
Well, I can’t break it apart.
If you can't break it apart, don't break it apart.
She quickly gave up the idea and just lay obediently in the man's arms.
She couldn't move her body, and her eyes didn't focus on many places. Soon, Nan Qiao's attention was drawn to the man's face.
The sleeping man was handsome and calm, lacking his usual unattainable and imposing aura, and showed a bit of the approachability that is typical of his age.
There was a bit of complexity in her eyes. The girl pursed her lips and shifted her gaze.
The next moment, the girl's face was stiffened, and a wet, hot and aggressive kiss was imprinted on her lips.
The man woke up.
There was no moisture in his eyes as when he woke up, but they were as dark as thick ink, so greedy that it almost bit people.
The hands hanging on the quilt were intertwined with ten fingers in an ambiguous way. Nan Qiao's eyelashes trembled, and she just tilted her head back and accepted this kiss full of strong desire.
Ambiguous sounds of water splashing and panting rang out in the room.
After the kiss, the girl leaned weakly in the man's arms, her lips as red as petals, her face flushed, her eyes watery, her chest heaving due to lack of oxygen, and boundless gorgeousness spread all over her body.
His hand slowly slid down the girl's thin back. After she recovered, he whispered, "Qiao Qiao, we'll move back to the Qi family tomorrow."
There was a hint of hoarseness in the deep voice after the joy.
Nan Qiao was startled and looked up at him.
The girl's resistance was very obvious. Qi Jing sighed, but his eyes flashed with a strange light of satisfaction. He said, "Qiao Qiao, isn't this what you promised me?"
"Qiao Qiao said that as long as I let you return to the entertainment industry, you would come back to the old house with me, right? Are you thinking of going back on your word now?"
Nan Qiao pursed her lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped herself.
She had promised.
But, but at that time she didn't realize what it meant to go back to the Qi family's old house with him?
The Qi family is an old aristocratic family, and non-immediate relatives are not allowed to live in the old house.
As an outsider, you cannot live in the Qi family's old house for a long time.
If I stay in the Qi family for a long time, it means...
Nan Qiao frowned and turned away.
Qi Jing leaned over and whispered, "Qiao Qiao, don't listen to that brat Lian Sheng's nonsense. It's been so many years since the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there are still so many feudal dregs and rules there."
The girl's eyebrows moved slightly.
Seeing this, the man continued diligently: "I have arranged an agency for Qiao Qiao. Let's go back and stay for a few days. If Qiao Qiao doesn't like it, we can come back then."
Nan Qiao didn't see the man's intention to make a big promise, so she just thought about it for a while and agreed.
After all, this was what she agreed to first.
The smile on Qi Jing's face gradually deepened. He stood up, held the girl in his arms, and went downstairs...
It has only been three days since Nan Qiao returned to the entertainment industry, but her Weibo followers, which had lost popularity due to a long period of inactivity, have increased several times, and her popularity has reached an unprecedented terrifying height in the entertainment industry. For three consecutive days, dozens of entertainment headlines were front-page news about Nan Qiao's return to the entertainment industry.
Not only is the popularity full, but even business films and TV shows are full.
High-end luxury endorsements, national brands, jewelry and watches... various business invitations are pouring in.
There are also endless scripted variety shows that keep sending out invitations. After Xu Rong's identity as Nan Qiao's agent was verified on Weibo, her phone was almost blown up in just one day.
Is this the joy of getting a peerless beauty to be your artist?
Xu Rong looked at her mailbox filled with invitations and thought with a smile.
The feeling of being full with all kinds of pancakes is really pleasant.
Late at night, when most office workers had already fallen asleep, a post titled "Does anyone recognize this female artist? Judging from her makeup and the angles of the studio photos, is she imitating our own Qiao Qiao..." quietly appeared on the front page of a famous forum.
There are many night owls browsing the forum in the middle of the night. The title of the post contains the name of the most popular goddess recently, who is liked by almost everyone, and it quickly attracted the attention of the night owls.
As the number of comments on the post grew, it kept floating on the front page, and a faint red "explosion" appeared in the upper right corner...
At this time, the other protagonist of the post, whose name was not mentioned, was sleeping with his phone turned off. He did not receive any series of calls from his agent, and was not aware of the changes in online public opinion hidden in the dark.
It was not until Song Qingyan woke up that she realized that the sky had changed.
#Song Qingyan Nanqiao#【Explosion】
The title that was at the top of the hot search list made Song Qingyan's heart tighten, her face turned pale, and her hand holding the phone suddenly tightened.
The curtains were not opened, and the room was dim. The white light from the mobile phone shone on Song Qingyan's pale face, making her look like a female ghost.
With her breathing slightly rapid, Song Qingyan opened the trending search with trembling hands.
The most popular one was a Weibo post by a marketing account. It was harsh and indignant, and contained 18 pictures, all of which were comparison pictures of her, Song Qingyan, and Nan Qiao.
Eighteen pictures, similar clothes, similar styles, similar makeup, and exactly the same shooting angles...
Everything shows that she is a despicable imitator.
Her mind was spinning, her hands holding the phone were shaking, and Song Qingyan didn't even dare to read the comments under this Weibo post.
It turned out that she overestimated herself.
She thought that after experiencing so much in the entertainment industry, she had already developed a heart of steel.
She thought that after facing bad reviews over the years, she would be able to laugh it all off.
But when she has to face the accusations and contempt of thousands of netizens, she still feels scared.
Tears welled up in Song Qingyan's eyes. She hung up the phone with her agent and curled up in bed wrapped in the quilt, her tears soaking the pillow.
She regretted it.
If she had debuted peacefully, or... if she had chosen not to imitate the popular goddess Nan Qiao...
"Brother Zhou, I still can't get through." The assistant looked anxious.
After all, he had been an agent for several years, so Brother Zhou was very decisive: "Try to contact Nan Qiao's agent, Xiao Xu, and come with me to Qingyan's house."
As the agent, Brother Zhou had the key to Song Qingyan's house. The two of them opened the door and rushed into the room, only to see Song Qingyan curled up in the quilt crying.
They were the ones who had accompanied Song Qingyan from having nothing to her current status as a popular young actress. Seeing her like this, Brother Zhou and his assistant Xiao Xu felt sad.
Brother Zhou approached the bed cautiously and said softly, "Qingyan, don't cry, it's okay."
Song Qingyan shed tears silently, motionless.
Brother Zhou continued, "...I've already sent someone to contact Nan Qiao. It's just an imitation, not a real black mark. There are so many things like this these days, and no one would be banned for imitating someone else."
What Brother Zhou said is the truth.
There are so many scandals in the entertainment industry, but I have never seen anyone being banned for imitating someone.
But this statement doesn't apply to Nan Qiao.
Nan Qiao's fan base is now incredibly large, and their level of loyalty is unmatched by other artists. If he really arouses the dislike of this group, it will probably affect the cooperation of many business resources.
Brother Zhou understands this principle, and Song Qingyan also understands it.
"Brother Zhou, please help me arrange a meeting with her. I will apologize in person."
A hoarse voice came from under the quilt. Brother Zhou was stunned for a moment, sighed, and then responded.
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