"Brother Ling Han … Don't go."
Ji Xiaoyue grimaced as she looked at her hand that was being held. Her hand was about to be crushed by this woman who had a fever. She couldn't help but complain, "You came to my house to eat my food and drink my wine. I even let you sleep on my bed, yet you're still thinking about other men. What a heartless little thing."
The phone on the carpet beside her didn't ring again. Ling Han had always been a high and mighty person. Ji Xiaoyue felt that the sun had risen from the west for him to call her three times in a row.
Ji Xiaoyue's house was shrouded in a gloomy cloud. Meanwhile, in a famous hotel apartment in Lanjiang City, a tall man had just returned from today's concert. He couldn't hide his exhaustion.
For so many years, he had been working alone abroad. It wasn't easy for him to get the capital to leave his family. He wanted to come back to be with her, but things didn't go as he wished. He was back, but she was no longer in the same place.
His manager, Zhao Dali, and his assistant moved the gifts that fans had sent backstage to the living room of the apartment. One of the gifts was particularly eye-catching. It was a huge black box that was almost as tall as a person. Two assistants had to carry it in together.
Zhao Dali's eyes were sharp. He saw the logo on the black box at a glance. "Oh, which rich little fan sent this instrument? This brand is purely handmade. It's not cheap. There are only a few instruments produced in a year."
The female assistant smiled and shook her head. "These fans can't wait to give you everything they have when they're nice to you. But when they're ruthless, it's hard for ordinary people to imagine."
Zhao Dali knew what she was talking about. He laughed dryly and didn't say anything. He turned around and opened the black box.
The beautifully crafted guitar looked particularly noble in the black wooden box, revealing classical and elegant.
"Nian Nian, come and see. This guitar is really good."
Su Nianhua was also a person who cherished musical instruments. He saw this guitar in Italy a long time ago. At that time, he left in a hurry and didn't have time to buy it. When he returned, it had already been sold. Now that it appeared here, he didn't know who put in the effort.
The frustration in his heart seemed to have subsided a little. He got up from the sofa and walked to the black box. He reached out and gently touched the smooth guitar strings.
"Brother Li, find out who the fan is and give him the money."
After all, it was something that cost tens of thousands of yuan. He couldn't possibly let the fans pay for it.
Zhao Dali wasn't surprised at all. "Look at you. Everyone happily accepts gifts from their fans. You're the only one who's pretentious. Even if the gift is a little expensive, you still have to give them money. Did you forget that time in America when that rich female fan gave you a sports car? You asked me to return it, but he burned the car and said that you don't like it, so it has no value. Isn't that a waste of God's gift? "
Su Nianhua's expression froze, but he did not refute.
Some fans were indeed too young, so it was inevitable that they would be infatuated with someone and be unable to extricate themselves. They would do some irrational things. After all, they were his fans, so he was tolerant most of the time.
The female assistant sighed.
"What's the big deal about burning a car? I think fans nowadays are crazy. The girl who was hugged by Hua Ge at the concert was almost beaten to death by fans today …"
Zhao Dali tried his best to signal the female assistant with his eyes. However, what she said had already been said, and it fell into Su Nianhua's ears word for word.
He suddenly stood up straight and glanced at the female assistant and manager. "What did you say?"
The female assistant looked at Zhao Dali who was trying his best to signal her with his eyes. She was a little confused.
"What did they do to Ye Huanyan?" Su Nianhua's voice was cold.
"…" Zhao Dali frowned and avoided Su Nianhua's gaze. "It's late. You should rest early. You should keep a certain distance from your fans …"
Before she could finish her words, her chest suddenly tightened. Su Nianhua grabbed the collar of her shirt, and she was almost on the ground with only her toes. The burning anger in his eyes was very scary. In addition, his eyes were red because of the concert for days and nights without sleep. He was no different from an evil ghost from hell.
"You know everything?" He roared.
"Hua Ge …" The female assistant screamed. "This has nothing to do with us … and it has nothing to do with Li Ge. Really."
Zhao Dali was being squeezed so hard that he couldn't breathe. He said intermittently, "It was the fans who searched for her … They found out where she worked and found out that she had an ambiguous relationship with her boss."
However, they were in the same high school, and the vague news that Ye Huanyan pursued Su Nianhua was leaked by Zhao Dali. He didn't dare to say this.
Su Nianhua loosened his grip and put Zhao Dali down.
"Cough cough … Cough cough …" Zhao Dali covered his chest and coughed for a long time, but he couldn't drive away the chill in front of his eyes.
"It's all the fans' fault, Brother Hua …" The female assistant seemed to want to say something, but when she met Su Nianhua's malicious eyes, she immediately shut her mouth. No matter how many words she wanted to say, they were stuck in her throat.
Su Nianhua glanced at the guitar in the black box from the corner of his eyes. He didn't know where the anger came from, but it made him grab the guitar and smash it on the coffee table. "Clang clang clang", accompanied by the sound of the guitar strings breaking. Everyone in the room furrowed their brows tightly.
The glass coffee table and the guitar were both damaged. In the middle of the broken glass, there was a broken guitar.
A master's work was destroyed just like that.
Zhao Dali's heart ached so much that the corner of his mouth twitched. He couldn't help but say, "For a woman, you …"
Su Nianhua glanced over. Wherever the cold light passed, there was silence.
Zhao Dali opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Tomorrow's schedule is canceled." He left this sentence behind before entering the bedroom.
The female assistant had never seen Su Nianhua act so arbitrarily. She was stunned for a while before she asked the bedroom, "Hua Ge, you, do you have any last-minute arrangements?"
"I'm going to find Ye Huanyan."
A sullen voice came from the bedroom, full of guilt and uneasiness.
The female assistant glanced at the manager next to her.
"Who is this Ye Huanyan? Wasn't he just saved by Hua Ge at the concert and sent to the infirmary? Why does it seem like Hua Ge has known him for a long time? "
Zhao Dali glared at her.
"Watch your mouth. It's best if you don't see or hear anything today."
The assistant was stunned for a moment and hesitated.
"Then … what should we do? There's a concert tomorrow night."
Zhao Dali first touched his chin and frowned, then his eyes turned nimbly.
"Don't worry, I have a way."
If he couldn't handle such a small matter, he wouldn't be able to single-handedly support such an Asian superstar, Su Nianhua.
After the hotel's cleaning lady came over to clean the room, he knocked on the bedroom door. "Hua Ge … open the door, I have something to say to you."
"…"
There was no movement inside, as if he had already fallen asleep.
Zhao Dali frowned and said in a low voice, "Lu Shen, if you want Ye Huanyan to escape from the attack of your crazy fans, you better open the door."
Lu Shen, Su Nianhua's original name.
Ten years ago, he belonged to Ye Huanyan.
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