Maybe Wang had realized that it was late at night, or maybe she had heard the faint sound of water outside and realized what Qin Guan was doing.
As a manager with the most integrity, the most important thing was to keep an appropriate distance from the artists he was working for. Any overly intimate actions and behaviors had to be strictly stopped!
Qin Guan came out of the bathroom and dried his wet hair with a towel. He smiled at his agent's thought.
When he finished cleaning up and opened his email, he realized why his agent had reminded him to turn on his computer so late at night.
It was his Weibo again.
Although it was a convenient way to show off, it had its shortcomings. Indeed, its bad points were now being displayed.
The day before, Qin Guan had stood barefoot on a white beach in Thailand. Against the blue sky and blue sea, he had been tempted by a better life.
That day, he hadn't been able to update his Weibo in time due to the dinner party, which had caused a commotion in the comments section.
The people who were close to him had various ways to confirm his itinerary and safety, but the netizens who were always following him on the Internet were not so lucky.
Fans had their own way of living though.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia When Qin Guan's Weibo disappeared again, more and more people took part in the discussion on his website.
At first, it had been like this.
"Just now, the social news on the old wave website said that there was a military coup in Thailand."
"That's scary. What does that have to do with us, the mainstay?"
"Didn't you know that Qin Guan had gone to Thailand to visit a friend?"
"I didn't know. I thought he was still in China."
"You are out of the loop."
"Check Qin Guan's Weibo. He was in Pattaya, Thailand, yesterday. The photo was taken on the beach not far from the Red Coral Island."
"Oh, I see."
"Is Qin Guan in danger? A coup d'état sounds dreadful. '
"Yes, yes, did you see the last French riot?"
"Yes, it was said that Qin Guan's motorcade had a direct confrontation with the rioters. The Chinese Embassy in France had helped him."
"Did he go to Thailand this time and get trapped again?"
"Will he be able to return to China during the premiere of his latest blockbuster, Curse of the Golden Flower?"
"Yeah, I'm so worried. Why does Qin Guan get into trouble wherever he goes?"
"I think Prince Charming Qin should just stay in the country. Everyone has their ups and downs."
"Now that you mention it, I realize that Qin Guan is really unlucky this year. Wherever he goes, he gets unlucky."
"In that case, why don't we send him to Japan? Isn't there a Tokyo Film Festival at the end of the year? '
"I'm going! I must go! Ke Ke Xi Li and If Love, which was filmed a year later, both entered the main unit competition of the Tokyo Film Festival.
"Hahaha! Will Japan sink? "
Hey, we're getting off topic.
Qin Guan managed to hold himself back from spitting the water on the screen.
He couldn't let this strange discussion continue.
That night, Qin Guan sent an order to the backstage of the studio to post the latest news on Weibo.
"Thank you for your concern. Qin Guan is safe now. I hope all the fans who stayed up all night have a good night's sleep."
Finally, the few die-hard fans who had been waiting for the news left after seeing this update.
It was one o 'clock in the morning, the time for a good night's sleep.
Qin Guan would not feel lonely in a foreign country after reading such warm replies.
Looking back at the funny comments, Qin Guan smiled from the bottom of his heart, sweeping away the depressing atmosphere of the dinner party.
Thanks to the jokes of his fans, Qin Guan had a good night's sleep.
As a responsible bodyguard, Han Zhujiu, who was always vigilant, appeared in front of people the next day with a panda eye.
Although the visit had been a little thrilling, it had been a perfect one.
On his way back, Qin Guan had received many souvenirs from Xie Han. His office had also taken over Zhengda Group's production and distribution business in China, which had helped the medium-sized accounting firm take a big step forward.
When he got home, Cong Nianwei swept him with grapefruit leaves from head to toe. Finally, her boyfriend, who had come home late, entered the house.
"Where did you learn that? Only people who have been in prison use grapefruit leaves on their way home. "
Sweeping away bad luck.
"It's the same, isn't it?"
My wife, we've been led astray by the netizens.
I know that Cong 001 is your alternate account. You're even discussing the details of changing your fate with a group of rope-skipping mainstays.
Cong Nianwei's eyes were full of concern though. She just swept him with the leaves, so he decided to let her do whatever she wanted.
When they had had enough of each other, they lay on the bed side by side. It was late autumn, and the winter in the capital was strangely cold.
The eiderdown quilt at home, wrapped in the awkwardness of not being heated yet, made the two of them even closer to each other.
The little bits and pieces of gossip in life naturally revolved around the gossip of when they weren't seeing each other.
Cong Nianwei took pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune and encouraged him about his new film.
"Director Zhang Yimou can rest easy now."
"With the help of the Wuji, his film will be a hit as long as people can understand it."
Where did you get that conclusion?
Cong Nianwei noticed his confusion. She kicked his calf gently with her little toe.
"Go get the notebook from Lenovo."
Qin Guan jumped out of the quilt, picked up the computer in the living room at a speed faster than Liu Xiang, and rushed back to the warm quilt.
Without underwear, a person's potential could be restored to the maximum.
"What are you going to show me?" He handed the notebook to Cong Nianwei.
"Here are the reviews from the Wuji."
The Wuji did not have a single decent review.
It was impossible for a film to be loved by everyone 100%, but if a film made 99% of people walk out of the cinema and say that they didn't understand it, then it was unbearable.
PS: I recommend a new book by an author friend, Liangpi, which was written by the author of "Super Chef".
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