"He's inconvenient to move around, yet he still goes out to pick up girls and take them home? I think he's quite inconvenient!" Wu Fei almost flew into a rage.
Although Wei Changfeng isn't their company's only top-tier artist, he's an extremely important contracted artist, especially given his excellent growth momentum in the last two years. Wu Fei is counting on him to make a lot of money for the company.
Zhao Hui said, "We've known Changfeng for quite some time now. Don't you know what kind of kid he is? There must be some misunderstanding here. Let me find out the situation first."
So he called Wei Changfeng. As soon as the call connected, before Zhao Hui could even question him, Wei Changfeng said, sounding aggrieved:
"Brother Hui, I'm truly innocent! I really didn't do anything! Nothing happened that day."
“I know you’re innocent, but others don’t think so. Passersby don’t think so, and neither do your fans.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Changfeng jumped out of bed, ignoring his leg injury, and continued to explain:
"No, Brother Hui, in my current state, even if I'm incredibly lecherous and possessed by a lustful demon, what could I possibly do? Am I out of my mind?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhao Hui sighed deeply: "The media doesn't care whether you're injured or not. Have you even seen your own trending topics?"
The focus is entirely on the keywords: Valentine's Day, late at night, three hours alone with a girl on the way home.
"No, it wasn't the middle of the night. Xiao Hao took her home around 9 PM."
"The fact that Xiao Hao personally escorted her downstairs makes it even harder to explain."
What were you thinking? You should never have let her come to your house, especially not with her. Who else would the paparazzi photograph if not you?!
In the video, you were looking around furtively, like you'd done something wrong; no wonder your fans were outraged.
“I didn’t ask her to go. I didn’t ask her to go. When Xiaohao and I came back, she had been waiting for ages.”
Wei Changfeng was so angry that his stomach ached. He hadn't anticipated this crisis, which was why he had tried to stop him time and time again.
However, He Xiaomei kept playing the victim card. The two had known each other for many years and were good friends when they were preparing for the art exams in Beijing. He couldn't just ignore her feelings.
A young girl, wanting him to recover from his injury as quickly as possible, went to the market to pick out the most expensive pork ribs, simmered a large bone broth for more than three hours, and carried the huge, heavy cast iron pot all the way to him.
Then I contacted him after I got downstairs to ask if he could bring it upstairs for me.
Back then, Empress Ma carried an extremely hot flatbread to Zhu Yuanzhang in prison; it couldn't have been more like this.
In this situation, how could I bear to stop her from going upstairs?
Moreover, given He Xiaomei's stubbornness, she won't leave unless you let her go upstairs. Are you expecting her to stand downstairs all night? Besides, the two of them have a "revolutionary friendship" from when they were struggling in Beijing together and lived in the same basement.
Wei Changfeng repeatedly emphasized to He Xiaomei, "It's not that I'm cold-hearted, it's just that today is a special day! It's Valentine's Day!"
He Xiaomei raised an eyebrow, pouted, and said, "What, you've got a beautiful girl hiding in your room for Valentine's Day, making it inconvenient for me to come upstairs?"
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