Chapter 71 Si Fuqing: Can't stand me? Hold it

The more she said, the redder her eyes became, and there was unconcealed hatred in her eyes.

Lin Qingyan had just gone to the hospital for a visit.

The hospital said that it was because of the use of cosmetics containing toxic heavy metals that the skin became allergic and became like this.

Because of plastic surgery, Lin Qingyan has always been cautious about her face.

All her skin care products and cosmetics are specially customized, and it is impossible for heavy metals to exceed the standard.

Only in the third episode of yesterday's program filming, she and Si Fuqing were in the same dressing room.

Apart from Si Fuqing, who would still tamper with her cosmetics?

Lin Qingyan suddenly stood up and gritted her teeth: "You just hate me so much? I wish I could be disfigured?"

"I'll turn your face into this?" Si Fuqing looked at Lin Qingyan's face with interest, "Then you underestimate me."

She took care of her hair casually and laughed softly: "If I really attack you, don't talk about your face, your hands, and your legs, there will be nothing."

"Have you heard of the bone-transforming water used by the martial arts sect? If you drop a few drops, you will lose your people. How simple it is."

“…”

The room suddenly became silent.

Everyone looked at the girl sitting on the chair in shock.

She squinted her fox eyes, with her eyes curled up, and she smiled unrestrainedly.

Lin Qingyan was stunned and even forgot about tears.

It seemed as if it had fallen into the snow and ice, and the chill was bone-broken.

"Just kidding." Si Fu said, "I did this only in the game. I hope you don't play a game with me, I'll be caught and can't survive."

"Si Fuqing!" The planner was completely angry, and he slapped the table suddenly, "You can calculate carefully, you have done a few earth-shaking things in less than a month?!"

"How many?" Si Fuqing was still sitting like a grandpa, not serious. "Well, I think about it, take back the equipment and send the rumor-producing people in, and make a bet to remove makeup."

"It doesn't seem to be very big. Do you want to play a bigger one? I can work hard, huh?"

The planner was so angry that his chest was fluttering and his face turned red.

I have to admit that at least one-quarter of the popularity of the program is supported by Si Fuqing, whether it is black or red.

The other quarter is a thank you.

The planner believes that once they ask Si Fuqing to withdraw from "Youthful Youth", Xie Yu will withdraw without hesitation.

Then the whole show is over.

I can only endure it.

"Who entered the dressing room yesterday?" The planner turned his head and looked at several staff members, holding back his anger, "Except you."

Several people shook their heads.

One of the staff pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "No one has entered the powder room."

He was not stupid, so he could naturally guess what had happened.

If something happened to Lin Qingyan’s face, it must be unrelated to Zuo Qingya.

But on one side is Miss Zuo's house, and on the other side is Si Fuqing who was driven out by Zuo's house.

All fools know how to choose.

"No one has ever been in, do cosmetics by themselves?" The planner slapped the table angrily, "Teacher Lin's face is rotten by himself?"

"What's the use of finding someone? Surveillance is a decoration?" Si Fuqing raised his eyes, "Do you have a brain? Can't adjust the surveillance?"

"Teacher Si, did you say such words if you knew that the surveillance could not be adjusted at all?" Lin Qingyan was almost angrily laughed. "The state sports meet is about to be held in Lincheng. The stadium was blocked last night and outsiders were not allowed to enter."

"The program team can only rent for half a day. This is an order from the Xizhou General Administration. Do you think you can adjust the surveillance by adjusting the surveillance?"

Si Fuqing raised his eyebrows: "How do you know that I can adjust it just by saying that I can adjust it?"

Lin Qingyan smiled angrily and tears fell down again: "It's become like this, I just need you to admit and apologize. Is it difficult?"

Si Fuqing ignored her and called: "Well, I'm fine. I need surveillance from 2:00 to 6:00 pm yesterday at the city center stadium. Yes, the No. 13 powder room on the third floor."

"Oh, because I am a cute little salted fish who abides by law and insists on governing according to law!"

Feng San who answered the phone: "???"

It makes sense, he can't refute it.

Feng Santing wanted to know who the T18 search officer Si Fuqing hired last time was. It seems that it is impossible.

He turned his head and told the story.

Yu Xiheng picked up his pen and fell the last word, and his voice was plain: "Call me, say it's me."

According to the order of the General Administration of Xizhou, no one in Lincheng could do anything, Yu Xiheng only needs one word.

Feng San nodded and immediately called again.

The other party said that he would definitely send the surveillance to the "Youth Youth" program training camp as soon as possible.

Feng San finished his turn and saw the man standing at the desk, gently stroking the rice paper with his fingers, his eyes blurred, as if he had fallen into some long-standing memories.

Feng San leaned forward and looked: "What are Brother Jiu writing?"

Above is a poem.

"How come you say you have no clothes and are in the same comrade as you.

Wang Yu raised his army and repaired my spear.

To share hatred with your son.”

The handwriting is magnificent and completed in one go, and the killing aura that flows between the lines is coming to my face.

Just looking at this, the sound of golden swords and iron horses seemed to be heard in my ears, instantly pulling people back to the era when wars were in full swing thousands of years ago.

Feng San took a step back and couldn't help but exclaim: "The word "Jiu Ge is so skillful, and even my old man can't compare to it."

Yu Xiheng stood quietly for a long time before he spoke slowly: "You go out."

Feng San hurriedly retreated.

He thought about it and asked in the small group.

[You said, what do girls usually like?]

A bunch of people immediately exploded.

[What's wrong with Feng San? Sichun is here?]

[I don't know what girls usually like, but I like guns. Give them a new model of guns.]

[Send a gun????I discovered the secret of being single for many years.]

[Thinking well, I look forward to Feng San being driven back one day after making a mistake, so that I can serve the Lord!]

Feng San couldn't bear it anymore and finally sweared.

【You guys know nothing!】

Dare he likes Miss Si?

But it is enough to hold Miss Si’s thigh tightly.

No one else can think of a share of the pie.

**

The program team.

Ten minutes passed, and after lunch, Li Jingchen finished the course.

He went out to discuss some things with the director, and happened to meet Lin Qingyan who came out of the bathroom.

Li Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and didn't say anything, and was about to knock on the door and go in.

But instead, Lin Qingyan stopped him.

"Teacher Li, I know you have avoided me recently, and I don't know if you have heard what someone said." Lin Qingyan's eyes were red, showing weakness, "I have been giving in, but see what the result of my giving in?"

Li Jingchen was a little embarrassed, and he pursed his lips: "Nothing, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Lin Qingyan said a few simple words, "That's it."

"The doctor said you were just allergic for a few days, so I told the program team that you should not take pictures of your face when you shoot daily routines these days." Li Jingchen comforted her, "You said to the outside world that you have a cold, nothing will happen."

"Really?" Lin Qingyan smiled bitterly, "Preface is too important for a star. I can finally understand why Teacher Si has been wearing makeup. Who wants to expose all his shortcomings?"

Li Jingchen frowned and his voice became cold: "Then she is too vicious!"

It is not uncommon for the entertainment industry to frame each other for an interview position.

He hates this behavior very much.
To be continued...