MTL - There’s No God in Show Business-Chapter 7

There was a hint of surprise in Lin Xi's mind, but he was not in the mood to care about the situation in the hall now. Instead, he quickened his pace, and chased with Shu Shan toward the parking lot.

Behind him, the astonishment and doubt could not describe the expression of the people present, or all the people present did not expect that this person would come to Qi Wenyuan's funeral.

Pan Lun widened his eyes and looked at the assistant who was receiving the guests, only to see that the other person was shaking his head in surprise, with an unsuspecting look. Pan Lun's mind was puzzled ... He remembered that he hadn't sent the invitation card to the other party, how could the other party suddenly come.

Just thinking, Uno had entered the hall.

A black Iger mid-length windbreaker was mixed with the cool breeze outside in the autumn, and his long, straight legs were raised, and one foot stepped into the house. The original posture of the wind and dust was covered by the stern momentum, and people could only feel Yonghua and Yangui coming straight.

There was no pause at the footsteps, and dark and deep eyes quickly swept through everyone in the hall. His gaze stayed on Ji Chengshu's body for a second, nodded to the other side, and then continued to move forward.

He walked to Pan Lun a few steps, his face calmly nodded to Pan Lun who was still in the same place, and then did not wait for Pan Lun's reaction, he walked to the one-meter-high maggot, and stopped.

In his arms, he held a large bunch of bright white roses, and the fragrant and sweet fragrance was diffused in the air.

Onuo lowered her eyelids and stared at the fixed smile on the black-and-white photo, without speaking for a long time. And there was still silence all around, everyone held their breath, widened their eyes, and watched Onuo's movement.

There was no expression on the face of that handsome and elegant Yayi, but she calmly looked at the person in the photo, as if she was really communicating. After a while, Onuo suddenly moved.

He picked up a large bouquet of white roses in his arms, a total of 17 and gently placed it on the dark black coffin. The dark coffin contrasted with the white and charming white roses, dark and dazzling white.

Onuo tightened his fingers, and touched his fingers, the wound on the palm of his hand stabbed by the rose's spikes, and frowned slightly, his lips narrowed slightly. Where everyone couldn't see it, he secretly clenched his ten fingers, and the small spikes even more in the flesh of his palms. But he didn't seem to respond at all, just glanced at the black and white photo again, his lips moved, and he didn't know what to say.

Then, suddenly turning abruptly, he quickly walked out of the hall.

In less than three minutes, when everyone at the scene did not respond, Onuo suddenly appeared and left abruptly, as if he had never been there.

Ji Chengshu stood still in a haze, wondering: Isn't Onuo filming in New Zealand, when will he be back?

The reporters at the scene were even more distressed. It was so difficult to see Uno, so he let him run away, let him run away!

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Lin Xi chased to the parking lot before catching up with Shu Shan. Although he had wiped his eyes again, the bloodshot eyes saw Lin Xi's heart hurt again.

He Shushan grinned reluctantly, his voice choked: "Lin Xi, is there anything wrong?"

Lin Xi's throat was astringent, but he didn't know where to start.

He Shushan seemed to understand what he meant, and smiled softly, "If it's about Wen Yuan, rest assured, I believe Wen Yuan is definitely not that kind of person." He paused, his voice firm: " Wen Yuan will never want to kill, I will definitely find out and give him innocence. "

Lin Xi ’s heart seemed to be severely held by a big hand. He looked at this hard-dressed and strong look of Shu Shan, and wanted to tell him the truth, but couldn't bear to drag him into himself and Pan Lun. In the mire.

This kind of thing ... as long as he takes it upon himself. Pan Lun's scum should be destroyed by himself.

"Lin Xi?"

In the mind, heaven and man battled, Lin Xi smiled hard, and finally said, "I want to tell you. Shu Shan, I also believe that Qige is wrong. But I also think that Qige must not want to see You look like this now. "

After listening to Shu Shan for a while, he understood what Lin Xi said. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Lin Xi."

Lin Xi looked at her friend's pale and weak smile, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, but could not say.

White Rose. Pure love.

This is his favorite flower, and also his deep love and expectation for Pan Lun.

The moment a friend appeared in the hall holding the bunch of white roses, he almost had the kind of desire to make the truth known to the world *. But when he saw Pan Lun's fierce face, he swallowed the impulse again.

How could he easily give in before seeing Pan Lun's death.

... Shu Shan, I'm sorry.

When I step onto the top throne again and step on Pan Lun with his feet, I will tell you the truth without reservation.

But before that ... please forgive me and don't have the heart to drag you into this bottomless pit.

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On the third night after Qi Wenyuan's death, major entertainment media reported a grand unprecedented funeral. Various photos are available, with solemn scenes, as well as celebrities and big stars.

Qianfeng.com reporter Li Feng grabbed a good seat at the beginning of the funeral—the first row closest to Ling Ling in the media seat. Here, you can capture the look of each flower donor from the clearest angle, and you can also look at the whole picture.

When he saw Zhu Qing, he was excited to come up with a series of news headlines, and later saw that Lin Tianxian, who had recently become popular, actually followed Ji Cheng's book. He quickly took pictures, and even reported in the long-form atlas. Think about the sequence.

It didn't take long before he saw that Shu Shan was so weak that he was about to faint. He couldn't help but have a bit of dissatisfaction with the company's new high-definition large-format camera. He knew he should bring a video camera.

When he saw Uno coming, he became regretful ...

Who said that it is enough to bring a camera today! Who said that Qi Wenyuan's death is controversial, most people will protect themselves without participating in the funeral!

Take a sip of salt soda and kill you!

Having said that, when he saw the editor-in-chief compiling and arranging the atlas report forced to the position of the homepage news, he still thought happily: Fortunately, everyone refused to report this doomed "bad news" yesterday. Now he has the advantage that he is promoted to raise salary and take up ceo, and it is not a dream to marry Bai Fumei ...

The atlas news strongly promoted by Qiandu.com's homepage is indeed as expected by Li Feng. Once launched this evening, it attracted the attention of different groups of people.

In the group of "beautiful people", there was a tumult.

Xiaoqiqi: I wish the King had gone! Alas, my house is very close to that hall. I should have a telescope to peep!

Lianrong egg yolk cake: Well, my family's Tianxian has gone too. Tianxian is so beautiful in black, do you see it? Tianxian's tears are really beautiful and crooked!

Tong Huashun: Why is Tianxian so beautiful! You are so beautiful ~ You are so beautiful ~ You are so □□□□ ~~ licking ~!

Singing Xuanbi: Hey, King Tian has just gone ... I'm still waiting for his second ...

The words of Xuanbi were soon buried in the lick of the screen.

When all media unanimously determined that Qi Wenyuan's attempted killing, many fans turned from passers-by to fans and fans to black, and the number of originally huge fan groups was getting smaller and smaller, and only some fans who held great enthusiasm for the work remained.

It's really a cold tea, and the trees are scattered. But you can't blame the fans. From the perspective of law and justice, they really can't do anything with the voice of the public, they can only bear it silently ...

Han Xiaonan has watched Lin Xi ’s movie and TV show over and over again and again, only picking the part where Tianxian is, from hair research to toes, and he does not miss every detail.

Tianxian's resources are so scarce. There are no advertisements and posters. Want to see the photo? Sorry, no.

Han Xiaonan has already enlarged the previous snapshot of Foxnet into an isometric poster, posted on the bedside wall, on the ceiling, on the cabinet, and fell asleep with Tianxian's gentle and beautiful smile every day. Think about it a little bit excited.

Hmm, that bad movie actually made my family Tianxian play a dead prince! Shady! Absolute shady! What broken TV series, my family Tianxian did not have a single line from beginning to end! Unspoken rules! Absolute hidden rules!

... Girl, it's a shady, it's a hidden rule ... But, it's your fairy who is walking through the back door.

Han Xiaonan's atlas opened Qiandu's atlas and forced the news, suddenly screaming, scaring Han's mother's big spoon almost to the ground. Han Xiaonan in the room quickly shared the newly discovered resources on Weibo, immediately setting off a wave of likes and retweets.

In just two days, a fan support group called "Tianxianpei" unknowingly began to rise from Weibo, as if locusts entered ... Oh no, the floods swept through the hot search lists. And the resources they spread are only--

A movie clip less than ten seconds, a TV drama clip, a photo that still does not show a minute after each summary.

And now, another teary photo is crossing the wind like a storm, wandering the hard drive favorites of countless people with an unstoppable momentum, and by the way occupying the homepage of the popular Weibo.

No. 1?

Not today.

In addition to several photos and a news report, they robbed the top four thrones from this crazy group of "Tianxian".

There are three photos in Weibo, which ranks first.

The handsome, sculptural man looked down silently, with deep emotions hidden in his deep and dark eyes, but it was too complicated to understand. Holding a bunch of bright white roses in his hand, he just watched quietly.

Everyone who saw these three pictures had a guilty conscience, as if they could see the silent man's expressionless face full of sadness through the cold display.

Countless **** groups have long been accustomed to the days when male gods have no resources. They said that it is also very good to carry the old resources of male gods every day. But who can tell them why it is so distressing for the male **** to have a resource?

Obviously the male **** still has a cold face, but they always feel that the male **** seems to be crying!

Who took the picture and took my male **** ... it breaks my heart!

Oh **** ... you a grinning fairy!

As an ace agent, Ji Chengshu naturally brushes the major portals. He surfs Weibo and has a lot of trumpet besides a big v account. Of course, he can't pay attention to the ranking of hot spots every day. At most, he can read the hot news accumulated in a few days at a time.

Today, when he returned home, lying on a soft big bed, he just took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo, and was suddenly scared by a bunch of message prompts and almost fell off his mobile phone.

He quickly opened the news to check, this look ... It turned out to be the fault of Onuo.

Onuo, as the top **** of cx entertainment, has always been one of the top ones in the entire Chinese entertainment industry. His fans, "Tenjin", have always adhered to the attitude of learning from male gods, being silent and diving to be human.

However, after the photos of Onuo's funeral were released by the media today, the gods can no longer sit still.

Like crazy and comment, by the way forward Aite to those who have a relationship with the male god. As long as one of the ten people who saw this Weibo retweeted, and one of the ten retweeted Ai Ji Ji Chengshu, he can face thousands of Ai!

Quickly click on the settings to ignore all the news. Ji Chengshu was finally able to open the popular Weibo quietly and see what happened.

The culprit was easily found. Ji Chengshu sighed as he looked at it. The reporter of Qianduwang took a good photo. At the funeral scene, you ca n’t see Uno ’s expression when you stand, and this picture perfectly captures the whole picture from the front side.

The sunlight reflected from the back is the best lighter. It has a slightly deeper outline of Ono ’s already handsome face. Although it is a cold face, it is also softened by the sunlight. Minute.

Ji Chengshu sharply glanced at the gods under the Weibo shouting heartbreakingly, and looked at the three photos carefully and suspiciously several times. Eventually, he sighed helplessly and muttered to himself: "Are you going to cry ... how do I feel like an ice face that hasn't changed for centuries?"

On the emotional level of men and women, there is absolutely an insurmountable Mariana trench!

Ji Chengshu continued to flip down. When he saw a familiar face appeared, his eyes widened. He looked at the reposted comments of that Weibo several times inconceivably, and was surprised that his mouth was not closed.

He immediately dialed the phone and waited anxiously for ten seconds before the other party connected slowly, and "feeded" slowly.

Ji Chengshu blurted out: "Lin Xi, have you seen the recent Weibo!"

Lin Xizheng took a bath and wiped his hair with a cotton towel. He frowned with a headache when he heard the tone on the end of the phone suddenly octave higher. What happened?"

"You're on fire!"

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Green and pale fingers opened Weibo's webpage, and opened the popular Weibo according to the points mentioned by Ji Chengshu earlier. As soon as he opened the page, he saw three photos that were topped high, and his fingers moved involuntarily.

When the picture was opened, Lin Xi nodded clearly when he saw the man's face, thinking that only this person could do such awful data. As he glanced over the white rose held by the man, he frowned, wondering in his mind—when did the funeral populate present the white rose.

However, this idea was quickly thrown behind him, and the finger slides the scroll wheel to pull down the page, and at once he saw a Weibo that scared Ji Chengshu.

He clicked into it, and the full screen of "Tianxian !!! Please hug your thigh !!! Licking the screen !!!" Almost scared him ...

Wait a minute!

Isn't the nickname "Tianxian" an ironic nickname for Lin Xi in a miscellaneous magazine, why are people under this Weibo ... shouting so ... vigorously? 2k novel reading network