I'll kill you if I mix in the entertainment industry

As artists, Lin Yunyu and Zheng Xiuyan reacted immediately.

The two stood up silently and quietly walked to the door to attach their ears.

"Lin Runyu must be here. The average person will be locked up when eating, and the waiter will also go in and serve."

"Are you sure it's her? I don't want to spend a long time opening the door, it's not Lin Runyu."

"Fuck, what are you hesitating? I think Lin Runyu's car is good, so I opened the door quickly. Her door is locked. There must be something inside. Maybe we can get big news."

Really paparazzi.

Zheng Xiuyan frowned, and she quietly put down Lin Runyan who was silent as she watched.

"Don't worry, this is my solution. If it doesn't work, just use money."

"They don't know that you are here. If you solve it, then they will know." Lin Runyan looked at the doorknob that kept turning around and said: "Moreover, Sister Xiuyan has left the company now. They will not be afraid. For yours, I’m afraid that the money will be leaked in the end."

"That's no way." Jessica paused and said, "If you look for a company, the matter will calm down, and your problem will be serious."

"My company and I are still in the cold winter, and there is no chance of breaking the ice for the time being. What will the company think when you come to me at this time?"

Lin Runyu and Zheng Xiuyan were still considering how to respond, and Quan Zhiyong stepped forward.

"Are you two okay?"

The two paparazzi who had already begun to pick the lock turned their heads. The young paparazzi's eyes were full of hostility and desire for money. The older paparazzi looked at Quan Zhiyong and frowned.

"What are we doing to you? Who are you?"

Quan Zhiyong looked at the young man who was questioning him, and stretched out his fingers that pointed at him.

"You are blocking my friend's door, but you ask who am I?"

"Oh." The young paparazzi spit on the ground: "I want to let us go, yes, take the money, or I will let you get the news about the private meeting with Lin Run."

Before the old paparazzi had time to stop this young man whose brains had been rushed by the desire for money, he had to pull the young paparazzi's hand and wink at him.

Quan Zhiyong saw the movement of the paparazzi, unbuttoned the cuffs of his suit, and straightened his tie.

The young paparazzi turned his head and looked at the appearance of the old paparazzi. Before he asked the question, he heard a chuckle.

"Paparazzi? Haha."

There was no disdain, no weird accent in this laughter, it was a normal voice, but there was a feeling of not treating the two paparazzi as people, as if it could be handled at will.

The young paparazzi turned his head and looked at Quan Zhiyong whose mouth was aroused. Angrily rose from his heart, he picked up Quan Zhiyong's collar, and was about to hit his other fist, but was stopped by the watch paparazzi behind him.

"Sorry sir, I..."

Quan Zhiyong's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands drooping naturally, and he didn't mean to stop the young paparazzi. Instead, he asked the old paparazzi behind the young paparazzi: "Are you teaching me to do things?"

The young paparazzi looked at Quan Zhiyong, and the smile at the corner of Quan Zhiyong's mouth slowly disappeared. His eyes gradually became cold and cold. The young man felt that the air had frozen and calmed down.

Quan Zhiyong gently held the hand of the young paparazzi pulling his collar with one hand, and slowly said: "Young people are not sensible, I can understand."

"But you," Quan Zhiyong said, turning to the old paparazzi: "Have you been in this business for a few years?"

Quan Zhiyong obviously felt that the hand he was holding gradually relaxed, and the force around his neck brought by the clothes gradually disappeared, and his heart was settled.

"You should be able to tell that the fabrics I wear are pretty good. I can tell you that this is a custom made by Zegan. What this young man is holding now is a cashmere suit jacket worth 150,000 yuan."

The young paparazzi wanted to withdraw his hand, but was firmly grasped by Quan Zhiyong and pressed it on his suit: "There is another point, young man, you are wrong. I think I need to explain, that is it because I and Lin Miss Runyu is dating, but my boss. I'm just a gatekeeper. Understand?"

"Look, I didn't care about it."

Quan Zhiyong suddenly let go, feeling the intensity of his hand getting stronger, and the young paparazzi who was exerting force staggered to the ground.The old paparazzi dodged sideways without helping, with cold sweat on his face.

Quan Zhiyong saw this in his eyes: "I said these have no other meaning, but even if you take the photo, your boss dare not post it. A few people in this world can decide the life and death of some people with one word."

At this point, Quan Zhiyong straightened the collar of his clothes and slowly squatted down. The delicate and soft fabrics formed a perfect arc in the exquisite hand-cutting. When Quan Zhiyong squatted down, the suit still perfectly fits his body. .

His mouth slowly opened, Quan Zhiyong seemed to be teaching his younger generation, and said to the young paparazzi sitting on the ground: "Look, he knows all this, but he doesn't remind you. Just now you fell, but he didn't help. you."

"The paparazzi are all for their own benefit. I have no doubt that if you take a photo, even if you can post in the newspaper, you will be kicked off by your partner and enjoy the bonus."

The low voice was like the whisper of a devil, planting poppies in this young man's heart.

The old paparazzi hurriedly helped the young paparazzi, but he was pushed away and stood up by himself.

The old paparazzi didn't care about these things, but wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and bowed to Quan Zhiyong: "Sir, I'm sorry, we leave immediately."

"Not urgent."

Quan Zhiyong smiled and stood up on his knees: "Leave the camera and all the electronic equipment on his body."

Looking at the old paparazzi who hesitated to speak, Quan Zhiyong waved his hand: "Someone will come to check in a while, and you will come to the restaurant front desk to pick it up three hours after you have confirmed it."

"Now, I hope you don't disturb my boss' Yaxing, understand?"

"understand."

The old paparazzi took out a bag and stuffed it with a SLR phone recorder, urging the young man to do the same.Then they bowed to Quan Zhiyong again, and the two left the scene as if they had fled.

The air seemed to start to flow again.

The waiter at the corner of the stairs suddenly appeared, leaned slightly towards Quan Zhiyong, and walked into the innermost private room across the corridor with food.

Quan Zhiyong sighed, then frowned, looking at the closed door, not knowing whether he was knocking directly or...

After confirming that the two would not come back for the time being, Quan Zhiyong thought about calling Li Chunkui’s mobile phone again and again: "Send me Lin Runyu’s mobile phone number, don’t ask why. Does this restaurant have a back door? Let Xu Zhuxuan take the car to the back door. Stop it."

Before the words fell, the door lock turned, and then the door was pulled open with a brush. Zheng Xiuyan stood in front of the door, behind which was Lin Runyu with a curious look.

"Boss? A date with Yunyu?" Jung Soo-yeon gave Quan Zhiyong a blank look. "It's really a vulgar bridge."