The monsoon took the little girl into her lounge and asked, "what's your name?"

The little girl looked at the monsoon with defensive eyes and reported to the door, "my miss's name is Lu Yuanxi. How about it?"

The monsoon looked bright. "I can see that you must be Deng baishen's pink head?"

Lu Yuanxi looked proud. "Of course, I can throw a lot of money into our family."

Monsoon sighed, "that fool is really an asshole. He doesn't pay attention to you, big powder. He's not afraid of you climbing the wall?"

Lu Yuanxi looked firm. "It's impossible. I won't climb the wall all my life. I love it deeply all my life!"

"Heartless." monsoon shook his head.

In fact, Bo Qing really wants to say that.

"Who do you scold? I'm willing to pay deeply and unconditionally for our family. Can you control it? You don't want such fans yet. You're not worth it."

At a glance, Lu Yuanxi turned and went out.

"President sister, you see? People like Deng baishen still have such loyalty powder. I'm so angry. Sister, let's turn her around and dig some black material of Deng baishen and let him die!" monsoon looks eager to try.

Bo Qing knew what the monsoon was up to, but

"That's her own business. It has nothing to do with us. You can practice songs and beat him down with your strength..."

"Boss!" Shi Hu suddenly rushed in, interrupted Bo Qing's words, saw Bo Qing, and then said, "look, big boss."

Bo Qing took the mobile phone handed over by Shi Hu, looked down and saw that the video of monsoon scolding Deng baishen and beating Deng baishen had spread on the microblog.

This speed caught up with the rocket.

Monsoon heard his voice, came forward, took his cell phone and scolded again.

Knock knock knock

A knock at the door sounded, and then Wentao, the producer and chief director of the program group, came in.

Bo Qing has guessed the purpose of Wen Tao's coming. He should have seen the video uploaded on his microblog.

Will he ask monsoon to withdraw from the game?

Bo Qing looked at Wen Tao. Wen Tao came over with a smile. "Practice, didn't I bother you?"

Thin tilt hook lips, smile and shake your head.

Didn't he see the video?

Wen Tao's voice sounded again, "if you need anything in the final rehearsal, just tell me, and President Bo, thank you for paying so much attention to our program and rehearsing with the singer."

Bo tilted his lips and smiled unchanged. He was polite to Wen Tao. Secretly, Wen Tao may not have seen that video.

As a result, Wen Tao said the next second: "as for the video on the Internet, it's nothing. It just adds heat to the program. Our domestic variety shows are too peace, but they are all superficial. If you look at foreign ones, they are all on the surface, that's what you see."

Thin tilt: "..."

"Then don't I bother you? If you need to tell me, Miss Ji, I'll go first." Wen Tao smiled with monsoon again, and turned and went out.

Bo Qing looked at Wen Tao's back. Until he closed the door from the outside, she turned to look at monsoon. She saw monsoon holding his mobile phone and beating his fingers on the screen quickly.

"What are you doing?" thin leaned forward and asked.

"Wait a minute." monsoon beat again for a while, and then handed the mobile phone to Bo Qing.

When Bo tilted over, he saw that monsoon had edited a long string of microblogs and sent them out.