C26 A Good Dog Doesn't Block the Road

After getting off the stage, Qingyi suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Xia Ziyu's hair. After that, he ran towards the backstage. Xia Ziyu raised his eyebrows and chased after him.

"Qianqian, save me!" Qingyi hid behind Xia Qian.

Xia Ziyu stared at him, his knuckles cracking under the pressure. "Do you want to come out yourself or should I pull you out?"

Qingyi made a face at him. "Qianqian is protecting me. Why don't you try pulling one out?"

"Humph!" Xia Ziyu glared at him. He turned around and walked to the side, as if he was not going to argue with him.

He went to get a bottle of water and drank half a bottle.

Qingyi swallowed his saliva and pulled Xia Qian's arm closer to her cheek. "Qianqian, I want to drink water."

Xia Qian laughed out loud, "If you want to drink water, go and get it yourself. Do you want me to ask Ziyu to give you a bottle?"

Hearing Xia Qian's words, Xia Ziyu also put down the bottle in his hand and took two more bottles. He gave one to Xia Qian and one to Qingyi.

Qingyi took the bottle nervously. Before he could open the bottle, Xia Qian suddenly dodged to the side. Xia Ziyu threw Qingyi onto the sofa.

Her eyes flashed. She unconsciously took out her phone and took pictures of the two people on the sofa.

Ziyu rarely went crazy like this.

Xia Qian let the two of them play around for a while, then went to arrange for people to return to the company.

Just as she opened the door to the lounge, the reporters outside suddenly rushed in like a swarm of bees. The magnesium lamps in their hands kept flashing.

Xia Qian did not have time to go out before they squeezed her into a corner of the lounge.

What was going on? Where was the organizer? Where were the security guards? Why did these reporters enter the inner court?

The series of questions made Xia Qian's brain somewhat blank.

These people did not care about her and directly ran towards Qingyi and Xia Ziyu. Xia Qian was squeezed by them and almost fell down, but the people behind did not care at all.

Seeing that there was going to be a stampede, Qingyi suddenly stood on the table and took out his phone to slap the reporters.

"All of you stop!" There was a hint of anger in his voice.

How could there be such an artiste? The reporters were only stunned for a moment. Questions were thrown at Qingyi one after another. For a moment, the lounge belonging to One was extremely noisy.

When the reporters saw Qingyi's somewhat angry appearance, it was as if they had taken stimulants. Their minds had already thought of the headlines for tomorrow. One's members ignored their image and roared at the reporters. They refused to ask questions and put on airs.

No, she could not let her behavior continue to develop like this. First of all, regardless of where these reporters came from, she tried her best to squeeze out of the door.

She finally squeezed out of the door. She looked back and saw that these people were carrying big or small cameras. They were all trying their best to squeeze in as if they had been injected with hormones.

This was the lounge that the organizer had allocated to One. The rest of the two groups' lounge rooms weren't far from here. One of the lounge rooms was also filled with people like One's.

There were already security guards at the entrance to stop more reporters. Now, there were no more people to stop these people.

Immediately, Xia Qian was anxious like an ant on a hot pan. Her eyes suddenly swept across a room.

In the FBI lounge.

Ong was the last person to go on stage during the recording of the program just now. Now that the lounge door of the FBI lounge was tightly shut, Xia Qian felt that they definitely would not leave so quickly.

It was better to attract the trouble.

She thought of all sorts of ways to search backstage for a few minutes and finally found a Big Yellow megaphone. She adjusted the volume and shouted, "The FBI is hiding here, the FBI is hiding here! It's in lounge number four! "

Instantly, the people who squeezed into the two rooms paused for a moment. The people who squeezed in from behind did not hesitate to walk towards the lounge. The door did not open, and many people actually began to smash the door.

Xia Qian panted heavily as she squeezed out from the crowd. Without thinking, she knew that these reporters were definitely the people from the FERT group.

"I can't tell. This little girl still has some ability." A deep voice sounded from the top of her head. Xia Qian looked up and saw a man wearing sunglasses. He was wearing a flowery shirt and jeans. The button of the flowery shirt was tightly fastened, squeezing all the fat on his body into it. The wound on his body was very obvious.

A fierce expression appeared on his fierce-looking face.

This person was the trusted agent of the FBI. The previous agent of the FBI was directly taken away by Wang Junyi because of Yunfa. And this trusted agent, because of his appearance, Xia Qian had a deep impression of him.

Why did she feel that all the managers of the Vast Entertainment were not normal? If he did not look wealthy, then he looked like a big brother in society.

He stared at Xia Qian with a fierce look in his eyes, and the door of the FBI was quickly knocked open by those crazy reporters.

The manager wearing sunglasses glared at Xia Qian before running over, and then grabbed a reporter at the door and threw him to the side.

Five minutes later, the police came and chased all the reporters out. Xia Qian vaguely saw that the FBI's lounge was in a mess.

Qingyi's side was definitely not in a good state. She rubbed her forehead. When she walked to the door, she suddenly saw a sign that had been stepped on. On it was written One.

Immediately, Xia Qian grinded her teeth in hatred. This time, the reporters' army must have been deliberately released. As for who released it, other than the FERT, who else?

When she first saw that the door of the FERT lounge was tightly shut, she had some doubts in her heart. Now that she saw it, she confirmed her thoughts.

They actually thought of such a dirty trick.

She walked into the messy lounge, and Qingyi and Xia Ziyu fell on the sofa as if they had experienced a great battle. The tables inside were overturned.

Qingyi sighed and said, "These reporters are too professional. They are so dedicated that they are disgusting."

Xia Ziyu drank the remaining half bottle of water and walked out again.

It was time to leave.

"Are you ready to leave just like that?"

Just as the three of them walked out, a man with a big waist and wearing a flowery shirt blocked their way.

He rubbed his fists and looked at the three of them, as if he was going to punch them in the next second.

Qingyi was not afraid of him. His face was covered with a cold light, and his beautiful eyes seemed to have shattered ice. He was surprisingly cold. "A good dog doesn't block the road."

Xia Ziyu's lips curled up into a cold smile. Both parties were at loggerheads.

Xia Qian was really afraid that they would fight. She walked to the middle and deliberately sized up the FERT agent from head to toe.

After sizing him up, Xia Qian suddenly took out her phone and took a photo of his lower body and body. She covered her mouth and smiled. "This big brother, the zipper on your pants has been opened."

Qingyi and Xia Ziyu also understood what she was up to. They also put on an interesting expression and even went over to look at her phone.