"..."
But Lin Qiong was a key figure after all, and the staff persuaded her, "Go ahead, I heard it's a pretty high-end club with everything, and the games are all the popular ones that young people like to play now."
Lin Qiong glanced at him after hearing this.
Thinking they had convinced him, the staff continued to encourage him, saying, "Even though your profession is special, you still need to relax, right? You're not famous yet. If you become famous later, you won't have any more opportunities to play around."
Lin Qiong: "My physical condition is also somewhat special."
The staff member looked at the young man in front of him and asked, "What's so special about him?"
Lin Qiong: "He's sick."
"..."
The staff member was puzzled, "You're so young, this shouldn't be the case."
Lin Qiong: "Prematurely aged."
"..."
Seeing that the person's body and face showed no abnormalities, he said, "It shouldn't be anything serious."
People who can't go to such places of entertainment are usually those who can't handle the stimulation of their cerebral cortex and adrenal glands.
The staff boldly speculated, "Is it a heart problem?"
Lin Qiong shook her head.
The staff member spoke again, "Is that neurasthenia?"
Lin Qiong: No, not exactly.
The staff member asked, "So what illness do you have?"
Lin Qiong replied casually, "Rheumatism."
Staff: ?
I never expected that young people these days would be so forward-thinking even when they get sick, having chronic ailments at such a young age.
But this doesn't seem to conflict with going to clubs or other places of entertainment.
The staff member was about to ask a question.
The next moment, the young man's voice drifted from beside my ear, "I can't go to such a humid place."
"..."
Lin Qiong wasn't interested in that kind of place; after all, such places, filled with the stench of capitalism, must be quite expensive.
First, it's not appropriate for a country bumpkin like him to go, and second, his wallet can't afford it.
Wang Cheng packed his things and rushed over.
Then he asked Lin Qiong, "What are you talking about?"
Lin Qiong watched the departing staff member say, "They said they were going to a club to relax and unwind."
Wang Cheng looked at the person and said, "You agree."
Lin Qiong answered truthfully, "No."
Wang Cheng was somewhat surprised, as Lin Qiong used to always be drawn to lively places.
"Why didn't you agree? It was a great opportunity."
"I have no money."
"..."
No sooner had Lin Qiong finished speaking than the muscular photographer walked over from a short distance away, shouting, "Brother!!!"
Before even seeing him, Lin Qiong heard his voice and shuddered instantly.
His dear sister has arrived.
The muscular photographer looked at the man and said, "Brother, I heard you're not going to have fun."
Lin Qiong nodded.
"Why?!"
Lin Qiong: "There are people at home."
The muscular photographer and Wang Cheng were both taken aback upon hearing this.
Wang Cheng hurriedly tried to pull him away. The fact that Lin Qiong married the old pervert for money absolutely could not be known to anyone in the industry. Even if no one encouraged it, once this got out, Lin Qiong's career could be ruined.
The muscular photographer exclaimed, "Who's there?! Bro, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?!"
Lin Qiong shook her head.
He doesn't have a girlfriend at home, but he does have an old pervert.
Wang Cheng spoke before Lin Qiong could, "It's the elders who are waiting for Lin Qiong to go back."
The muscular photographer nodded somewhat disappointedly after hearing this, but was also extremely happy, "It's a good thing Brother Qiong doesn't have a girlfriend."
Wang Cheng's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.
Holy crap! Could this guy have fallen for Lin Qiong?!
By being so outspoken, are you trying to use your position to engage in unspoken rules within the industry?
Wang Cheng swallowed hard, stepped forward to block the person from behind, and mustered the courage he would only have once in his life to ask tactfully, "Are you happy that Lin Qiong doesn't have a girlfriend?"
The muscular photographer didn't shy away from the question, saying, "Of course."
Lin Qiong was momentarily confused by the conversation between the two, looking at Wang Cheng's tall, slender frame and his trembling legs.
Wang Cheng felt nervous. "Why?"
The muscular photographer suddenly became a little shy, lowered his head, smiled bashfully, and said hesitantly, "Because we have the same sexual orientation."
Wang Cheng: !!!
He knew that the big photographer was interested in Lin Qiong.
Lin Qiong's fate was unexpectedly full of twists and turns.
"so what?"
The muscular photographer said, "We could be sisters."
Wang Cheng: ...
Lin Qiong: ...
Why are there always people in this world who want to be his sister?!
After hearing this, Wang Cheng glanced at Lin Qiong and saw that her expression was calm except for a hint of numbness.
"Why do you look like that?" Wang Cheng asked. "Aren't you surprised at all?"
Lin Qiong glanced at him indifferently, "I'm used to it."
After glancing at the time, Lin Qiong said goodbye to the person in front of her, "It's getting late, we should go now."
The muscular photographer quickly tried to persuade him to stay, saying, "No, let's relax and have a get-together today. You should come too, brother."
Lin Qiong hesitated for a moment, then said, "Maybe next time."
Fu Xingyun has been eating takeout at home for three days now.
As they spoke, they started walking towards the minivan with Wang Cheng.
The muscular photographer followed along, saying, "Go ahead, there's a lot of fun to do."
"And there's a dance floor, full of men."
"There will be both alcohol and food, and no paparazzi."
Lin Qiong and Wang Cheng didn't stop walking; they got into the minivan and closed the door.
The muscular photographer continued, "The key point is that the film crew is treating us, it's free!"
Wang Cheng and Lin Qiong fastened their seatbelts expressionlessly, then glanced at the muscular photographer, "Get in the car?"
Macho photographer: ?
Lin Qiong looked serious. "Lead the way."
"..."
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