Seeing that Brother Baoquan had really taken out his cell phone, it seemed that he wanted to call the police. The little bun, who had been standing behind Zhao Yongqi, frowned and called the few guards first, then pulled Zhao Yongqi away two steps and whispered: "Brother Qi, forget it. They are all from the villagers. I'll go back and get some money for them. If the media finds out, it will cause you trouble again, which is not worth it."

"Yingying, don't worry about this matter." Zhao Yongqi shook his head and said seriously: "In the Dragon Sword, you won two actresses, and Hua Qiangu will at least be nominated. In the future, even if you don't film with me, the name of our Yingying will be there, and you will be considered a top-tier actress. Your road will be wider and wider, and the people you meet will earn more and more money. For example, if you come to you with the name of a relative, you will definitely be able to ask for money. Now you won't give them a lesson that will be unforgettable for life. With your temper and personality, I'm not at ease. I just want to steal this matter to the media, not only to report it, but also to report it enough! In this way, after this storm has passed, you will have less trouble in the future. As for me..."

Zhao Yongqi smiled and raised his hand to rub the head of the bun, and said with a warm smile: "Will Brother Xiao Qi still be knocked down by public opinion now? What's more, if I can't make it here, I'll go to other countries to do it. If I don't have it, I can't starve to death. Be good, just watch it, otherwise I'll just go back and I'll deal with it here."

The girl with slightly red eyes looked at the extremely familiar handsome face in front of her, and had not spoken for a long time. As time went by, the youthful and tenderness on this handsome face had disappeared. The angular outlines had more perseverance and calmness than the fairy-like beauty. However, the warmth coming from the big hand that caressed her head, the faint warm smile, and the tenderness in the eyes of the star made her so familiar. On that night five years ago, the silly handsome boy and the handsome man now seemed to gradually overlap.

Seeing that the little bun was no longer objecting, Zhao Yongqi gently patted her head, then walked back to the spot, looked at the controlled scoundrels, and said to the security guard: "Call the police and ask the police to bring people in the name of blackmail."

"Well, I understand." With the expressions of the people's faces as if they were dead, Baoquan began to dial the phone. A few minutes later, the police who were already in the film and television city arrived soon.

For similar incidents, these policemen are commonplace. When they took a few people away, the young policeman who fell on the last patted one of them on the shoulder and mocked him: "You guys don't ask, is Brother Xiao Qi taking this trick? He was stupid, he was kicked a few times? Do you want to have a minor injury test? Don't worry, Brother Xiao Qi will pay you money, and you are going to stay in there for a few years and then come out to get a few hundred yuan in medical expenses!"

Because of the recording of a soldier, and the Dragon Sword, Zhao Yongqi has a very good reputation among these police, troops and other groups. In addition, the huge amount of charity he has presented every year, ordinary people have basically positive feelings about this big star. Over time, basically, as long as the person who recognizes him and who can help him, he is willing to give him a hand.

In fact, this result will be achieved, and it is also the kind and kind nature of our Chinese people who are at the beginning and end, which is working hard.

After dealing with the small matter at the door, Zhao Yongqi didn't even need to record his confession, so he sent them away with the smiles of several policemen. He also borrowed a cell phone, gave Zi Ye a call, told her everything that happened, and asked her to come forward to operate. At least he had to create a public opinion offensive and condemn the evil deeds of such a rascal who fought Qiu Feng.

Nowadays, handsome men who have become more and more aware of the importance of manipulating public opinion are no longer as stupid as before, and only rely on brute force. It is precisely because of this that although many major events have happened, they have no impact on him as a whole.

After doing all this, Zhao Yongqi walked slowly towards the set with the little bun that had not spoken. At this moment, his proud voice also rang: "Look, I said it's absolutely okay to do it according to me, right? Isn't it very powerful? Hurry up and worship the male god, at least...uh..."

Before he could finish his speech, the little bun, who had been silent, suddenly hugged his tiger waist from the side, buried his small head under his arm, slightly shaking his shoulders, and said in a choked tone: "Brother Qi, you have always protected me. He helped me step by step until now, even if there is any trouble or danger, you will rush in front of me. I am very happy every day and enjoy it every day, but, but, I thought, what should I do if one day we are separated and you are gone?"

"Silly girl." Zhao Yongqi gently stroked the head full of gold and silver decorations, and said softly with a smile: "Then, isn't it enough if we don't separate?"

When the words were finished, the girl was stunned, then her beautiful little face was raised, and the pear blossom-wearing face entered Zhao Yongqi's sight: "Don't you separate?"

"Well, don't separate." He nodded heavily, gently raised his hand to wipe away the tears. The handsome man's smile at this moment occupied the girl's entire vision.

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"What's wrong?" When he walked into the set, Qian Qiming saw the little bun with red eyes at a glance. After walking a few steps, he widened his eyes and pointed at Zhao Yongqi next to him: "This little bastard bullied you again?"

Zhao Yongqi, who looked depressed, grabbed the random hair helplessly and stared at Qian Qiming and said, "Director Qian, don't you play frame-ups so smoothly? Which eye did you see me bullying Xiao Baozi?"

"Who else would make Liying cry except for you little bastard?" Qian Qiming glared at Zhao Yongqi, "Fortunately, Old Xu is not here, otherwise you will be dead. He will not give up when you are on and off the horse. He will never give up."

"..." Looking at Qian Qiming speechlessly, the white-haired sweat on Zhao Yongqi's forehead, these two old guys might have done such a thing. After thinking about it, for safety reasons, the helpless man pulled out the girl who was covering her mouth and giggling around him: "Old man, ask yourself if I bullied her."

"Director Qian, no, I just walked to the door of the set to handle something, but the sand was so confused." The shy little bun was grabbed by Zhao Yongqi on both sides of his arms, so he could only make a fool of himself.

Qian Qiming stared at the little bun in confusion and finally nodded: "I can't get along with you guys, old man, but it's fine. Let's put on some makeup first, how can I record this little cat-like face?" As he said that, the old man with his hands on his back hummed a little song and walked to the side.



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Chapter completed!