Chapter 19：

The farce last night ended with Yan Tingyun being sent to the operating room.

Early in the morning, colleagues from the production team heard the news.

I don't know who leaked the news, and there are media reporters in the same company.

Things are getting bigger.

Everyone in the crew knew the cause and effect, and it was inappropriate for the truth to be reported, and it seemed that the person who had the conflict with Yan Tingyun had a lot of background.

The law and order in Kesburg is not good, and it is even more difficult for them outsiders to cause trouble.

The crew responsible for publicity and reception stopped the reporter who was stretching his neck: "Mr. Yan was accidentally injured during the filming. Now his condition has stabilized and there is nothing serious. He will be discharged from the hospital soon. Thank you for your concern."

"I heard that Yan Tingyun's injury was related to He Huan. Is it true?"

"I heard that it was He Huan who got into trouble and got involved with Film Emperor Yan?"

"Where is He Huan, let him accept an interview."

Faced with such a sharp question, the staff of the publicity and reception department became emotionless repeaters: "Mr. Yan was accidentally injured while filming, thank you for your concern."

In this situation in the past, most reporters would change the subject wisely.

But the reporters who came today were particularly recalcitrant, holding their microphones and cameras high, wishing they could reach into the ward.

"It is said that He Huan stayed in Yan Tingyun's ward late last night. Is he going to recommend himself as a pillow?"

"He Huan is blocked by the whole network now, do you want to hug Yan Tingyun's thigh?"

One question was more explicit than the other, and the face of the staff was extremely ugly.

The film crew colleagues in the ward also heard these words through a door.

"Who invited this group of idiot reporters? They're talking **** nonsense!"

"Ask the bodyguards to throw them out!"

He Huan stood at the door, watching the smoky scene outside through the one-way perspective window, without saying a word.

Gao Jinyue comforted him: "Xiao Huan, don't take it to heart, when the bodyguards arrive, throw them out."

"Thank you, Teacher Gao." He Huan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The group of reporters in the corridor were part of the scum who harassed the original owner day and night, insulted the original owner, and slandered the original owner for robbing Yan Tingyun's resources.

Yan Yuntong, who was sitting by the hospital bed, suddenly said: "I think they are right. It was He Huan himself who caused the trouble and caused my brother to suffer such a serious injury."

"How many times have I said it, it has nothing to do with He Huan!" Yan Tingyun was angry and coughed again.

Gao Jinyue saw that their siblings were quarreling again, so she quickly smoothed things over: "It was the gangster's pheromones that affected He Huan, and he used force on He Huan, it's all the gangster's fault!"

Others also echoed, saying that it was not He Huan's fault.

Yan Yuntong glared at He Huan bitterly, getting annoyed at his calm expression.

Ever since she knew that the person who kissed He Huan was her senior whom she had liked for three years, she hadn't closed her eyes since last night.

If resentment could kill, He Huan would have died hundreds of times.

Seeing Yan Yuntong's undisguised hatred, Yan Tingyun said coldly, "You and Luo Jiao will return to the imperial capital immediately."

His younger sister was spoiled by the family, with an arrogant and unrestrained personality, but she was also simple-minded. She was always instigated by Luo Jiao to be the first bird, and she was very happy.

Sooner or later something big will happen.

"Brother!" Yan Yuntong panicked for a moment, and quickly corrected his attitude: "I just came last night! And your illness is still not recovered, I want to take care of you."

Yan Tingyun's heart ached badly when she thought of how she knelt and licked to help her enemy last night.

"Take care? Do you want to take care of me, or the next door?"

Yan Yuntong's face turned red and then turned pale: "Dang, of course I'm taking care of you!"

Yan Tingyun snorted sarcastically: "Doctors and nurses are more professional than you, and He Huan is more caring than you. You will only anger me."

Yan Yuntong opened her mouth to say something, but Yan Tingyun interrupted impatiently: "Go back immediately!"

How could Yan Yuntong be willing to go back, she still wanted to increase her relationship with the male god.

In her opinion, there is no big misunderstanding between her brother and the male god. They are both very good people, and maybe they will become good friends in the future.

But Yan Yuntong didn't dare to speak any more, and quietly gave Luo Jiao a wink.

Luo Jiao showed what she thought was the gentlest smile, and as soon as she opened her mouth, Yan Tingyun turned to talk to Gao Jinyue

Her smile froze on her face, stiff as an unqualified stone statue.

Yan Tingyun said: "Director Gao, the group of reporters outside will check to see if someone with no eyesight got it here."

Luo Jiao's expression was unnatural for a moment.

Yan Yuntong said disapprovingly: "Brother, you should have a good rest, why bother with these things?"

"You're right. Your brother should have a good rest. Since you're so worried about your brother, why don't you share some of his troubles and go check out these reporters?" He Huan stood up suddenly, walked up to Yan Yuntong and looked down at her.

Yan Yuntong met his pupils, like the deep sea, so cold that it makes people shiver.

"It's none of your business..."

He Huan smiled, and his eyes drifted to Luo Jiao behind her: "I'll give you a chance to show off. Maybe if you do well, your brother won't drive you away."

Most of the time when the original owner was framed was Luo Jiao's tricks in the dark. Many things even Yan Yuntong didn't know, but they were just used as wooden warehouses.

Yan Yuntong subconsciously looked at his elder brother who held the power of life and death.

He Huan smiled and said to Yan Tingyun, "How about giving her a chance?"

Yan Tingyun looked at He Huan's gentle and caring look, then at Yan Yuntong who was about to kneel down for him, and finally said: "The day after tomorrow at the latest, if you can't find out, go back to the imperial capital."

Yan Yuntong showed a big smile, and hugged Yan Tingyun's arm coquettishly: "Brother, you are the best, I will check right away!"

"This is the opportunity He Huan gave you." Yan Tingyun sighed helplessly. He has always had a headache with this younger sister, she is quite capricious and disobedient to discipline.

He actually knew that even if he pressed Yan Yuntong to go back, she would never go back.

He Huan's suggestion just now really helped a lot. It not only gave his brother and sister a step down, but also made Yan Yuntong unable to do things to bother him.

If she didn't do it well, she would have a reason to go back to the capital the day after tomorrow.

Killing three birds with one stone is perfect.

Yan Yuntong felt very uncomfortable when he heard his brother talk about He Huan.

Although she admitted that He Huan helped her win this opportunity, she felt even more upset when she thought that her brother would listen to him as soon as he spoke.

She turned to look for her best friend: "Jiaojiao, help me check together, my brother will definitely look at us with admiration."

Luo Jiao's face was pale, she nodded her head pretending to be calm, and did not speak.

Yan Yuntong asked her worriedly: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

He Huan walked up to Luo Jiao, and said softly and caringly, "This is the hospital, if you have any problem with your body, go to the doctor immediately, don't delay."

Luo Jiao's slack eyes suddenly focused, like the vertical pupils of a vicious animal staring fiercely at He Huan.

He Huan got closer, and said in a low voice in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Psychological problems are much more difficult to treat than physical ones. If they can't be cured, they may go crazy."

Luo Jiao's figure wobbled, and she took two steps back before she could barely stand still.

She bit her lips tightly, blood dripped out because of too much force, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked pitiful to me.

Seeing Luo Jiao's pitiful appearance, Yan Yuntong exploded instantly, and shouted at He Huan: "Who told you to bully Jiaojiao?!"

He Huan smiled: "Whoever said that I bullied her, I just reminded her to try her best to help you find out, otherwise it will hold you back, and you will have to go back to the imperial capital the day after tomorrow."

"It's up to you! Jiaojiao is fast and safe, we..." As if to prove how capable her best friend is, Yan Yuntong boasted: "We can find out today! Right, Jiaojiao!"

Luo Jiao opened her mouth with difficulty: "...Okay." The tone of her voice was so weird that it didn't seem to be her own voice.

…

He Huan's health was fine, and he was discharged from the hospital and returned to the hotel in the afternoon.

As soon as I arrived at the hotel entrance, I saw Fitz and others leaving with their luggage on their backs.

One of the two parties was inside the door, and the other was outside the door, and both of them stopped involuntarily.

As the young communication expert in the team, Xu Yihan first broke the silence: "Hey He Huan, are you in good health?"

He Huan just nodded and made way sideways, not intending to communicate with them.

Xu Yihan rubbed his nose and continued to chat awkwardly: "That's good... we are leaving now, you should have a good rest."

He Huan twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a not-so-obvious smile.

Xu Yihan let out a breath and said goodbye.

The teammates behind him also said goodbye while descending the stairs.

Fitz was last.

He Huan turned around and entered the hotel, suddenly a shadow fell in front of him.

He raised his head and bumped into Fitz's silver-gray pupils, with a palpitating aggression.

But he didn't do anything, and the tone of his mouth was even gentle: "I still need a promise from you, if you need it, please contact me at any time."

"In the future..." I haven't had time to finish the last sentence.

"Exchange contact information?" Fitz raised the optical brain bound to his wrist.

The heavy metal ring with a mechanical feel is a design that is not available on the market, high-end and mysterious.

He Huan: "Sorry, my agent is in charge of external contact, and my address book only has relatives and friends."

Fitz was silent for a while, and took out a small metal model that looked like a dog, not a dog, and a cat, not a cat, the size of a grape ball.

"The signal pager can be used three times. As long as I am on a planet, I can receive it."

It sounded very high-tech, but He Huan didn't answer it.

He seemed to hear Fitz sigh, and then saw Fitz drop the ball into his pocket.

"I don't need it." He Huan took it out and wanted to return it to him.

Fitz stepped back three steps, widening the distance between the two of them: "A large number of alien beasts have appeared on the planet Kersburg. Don't go out at night and be careful."

After he finished speaking, he walked around He Huan directly with his long legs, and got on the speeding car parked at the entrance of the hotel.

…

Seeing Fitz getting into the car, Xu Yihan leaned over curiously and asked, "Fitz, have you exchanged contact information?"

Fitz closed his eyes, his face was cold and hard, obviously in a bad mood: "No."

"So you sent a signal pager?" Berkeley slapped his legs and laughed wildly: "Then ugly can also be sent out, my boss is hanging."

His laughter suddenly stopped, and he said seriously: "You can't force it on others, can you?"

Fitz looked at him coldly, his expression became even worse.

The others covered their mouths and laughed, not daring to laugh too loudly, their shoulders shrugged like shaking machines.

Berkeley didn't dare to offend people, so he quickly took out a tablet to change the subject: "Boss, I just connected to Zhiwang and watched the situation of He Huan's crew. I didn't expect him to be so powerful, and he actually played the role of Semir."

Fitz took the tablet and looked through the information collected by Berkeley about the crew of "The Vanishing Cuxing Town".

Most of the remarks were scolding He Huan, and there was almost no support for him.

Finally, he saw He Huan's promotional stills.

The charming oga in the poster is very different from his cute and cute appearance, as if he is not alone.

But Fitz feels strangely that He Huan should be what he looks like in the poster.

Coquettish, charming, is a charming forbidden drug.

Berkeley clicked his tongue twice, and curled his lips in disdain: "Don't look at the many people scolding He Huan on the Internet, but they secretly use his stills as a brain screen saver, especially some alhas, the boot screen, lock screen, and even the shutdown screen Don't let go..."

Xu Yihan turned his head, his eyes widened in surprise: "Isn't it, such an exaggeration?"

Berkeley clicked on a link in the favorites of the webpage and showed them: "This is the official download data, as well as big data summarized based on user usage."

Xu Yihan exclaimed: "7.3 billion! That's awesome!"

Then he found that on the back of his boss's pinching tablet hand, there were blue and black blood vessels protruding high.

He took advantage of the trend to look up, and the boss's expression did not change, but his thin lips were drawn into a line, which was extremely sharp.

Xu Yihan laughed awkwardly: "The current data is very fake, maybe it was manipulated by the crew to attract attention."

Berkeley poked his forehead with his finger: "You know what a fart, Ear Lightyear.com is the most authoritative data source, and our military sometimes needs to go to it to check data."

Of course Xu Yihan knew that the military often went to it to check the data, so he quickly gave Berkeley a wink, but the other party was just like a peacock spreading its tail, and did not receive his kind reminder.

Berkeley took out a book meanly, and stuffed it into Fitz's hand: "Boss, the local specialties of Kesburg, everyone who has been here will buy a copy."

Fitz raised his eyes, and there were beautiful fonts on the exquisite cover—"The Vanishing Kuxing Town".

Berkeley took the credit and opened the title page: "The original author's handwritten signature is out of print, and now it's worth this amount." He stretched out a slap, with each finger wide open: "500,000 credits!"

"I finally got it, let me lend it to you first."

The study life in the military academy is boring and tense. There are endless trainings and competitions every day, and there is no spare time to read idle books.

Even if "The Vanishing Kuxing Town" became so famous that it became a household name, none of the five members of their small group had watched it.

With a trace of curiosity, Fitz turned to the first page of the text.

…

An hour later, Berkeley woke up from a nap.

Seeing Fitz crossing his arms and silently looking at the scenery outside the car window, he couldn't help but rubbed his eyes and asked him, "Boss, you've finished reading it so quickly. Does it look good?"

Fitz was still looking at the receding desert scenery outside the window. It was the same, and he didn't know what to see.

After a while, he finally uttered two words: "Ugly."

How can it be ugly?

The score on the chili sauce book review website has reached a perfect score of 10.

"What about my book?" Berkeley asked, yawning.

Fitz glanced at him, but said nothing.

Berkeley looked around, and finally found his out-of-print signature in the trash can: "Fitz! I'm going to kill you! My half a million credits!"

Fortunately, the trash can was clean, and he held up his half a million with distress, and suddenly found that there was a particularly wrinkled page inside.

Looking through it, this chapter happened to be the passionate scene on the open-air stage where Samir dedicated his first night.

It is written in the book—

Samir took off her veil, revealing her graceful carcass. His soft arms like water plants were wrapped around the man's neck: "My alha, hurry up and pierce my glands hard, and mark me thoroughly. I want to be with you." You lose your mind together.