Chapter 710

October 2nd.

Because of Lu Yang's wedding, the premiere of Detective Chinatown was delayed by one day, which was also a huge favor for Lu Yang.

Beijing Sanlitun Wanda Center venue. It can be said to be a huge crowd of people. During the National Day holiday, there are many people traveling themselves, and the shopping mall is a crowd center.

The premiere of Tang Tan is naturally highly anticipated, just watch the stars and join in the fun.

Host Liu Yan wore a plunging dress and walked onto the red carpet with high heels.

The photographers and onlookers on the side all focused on the big thunder in slow motion, and even the female Bodhisattva saw it, but you still haven't seized the opportunity.

Huang Xiaoming, who was wearing a black suit, walked onto the red carpet holding Mr. Zhou, who was wearing a yellow dress.

When passing by, Mr. Zhou even took a sideways glance at Liu Yan's thunder. Well...it was really big.

Facing the onlookers outside the red carpet, he waved and smiled, and took two quick steps.

Huang Xiaoming couldn't help but said: "Brother, don't walk on the red carpet with me next time. I'm drunk too. Why are you staring at Lei? I don't even dare to take a look."

"What's the matter, Lei Da won't let you see it? I can control my eyes if she wears it like that."

"Damn, you don't know. Women's rights are serious now. You can't look at it randomly. You are a woman. If you were a man, you would designate it to be a hot search later."

"Tch, I'm so scared, why are you talking about women's rights again?"

"You don't know? Some time ago, an actor was scolded by netizens for staring at Yang Xiaomi."

Mr. Zhou was very speechless: "Damn, you are nosy, and the people involved don't care about it. Are they just making fun of you? It's all exposed. It's just for people to see, so I'm convinced."

"You don't know, there is an evil wind blowing in the industry now. Nowadays, male artists and female artists have to keep a distance. If you are not careful, you will be scolded. Nowadays, there are so many crazy fans of female boxing. You are your mortal enemy. , Yuan Li.”

"Ang? She? What's wrong? I have a general conflict with her, but Li Lianhua has a bigger conflict with her."

"Didn't she wear very revealing clothes in the past two years? During the Good Guys Ceremony, she always wore see-through outfits."

"Um, what happened?"

"Now she is clearing her name online and on the show, saying that it was arranged by her agent and the brand, and she didn't know it beforehand. And guess what, netizens believed it."

Mr. Zhou........................

"You can blame this shit???? The Internet has no memory? She used to be a mistress, posing, and she can throw it to the manager? This shit is all right?"

Huang Xiaoming spread his hands: "Everyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on. She wants to be a leader by herself and wears what she wants. Those who wanted to be a leader in the past two years were all very bold. Hey, it's pretty evil now anyway. You should pay attention to it." You did a lot of that when you were young."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes: "What's the matter? I'm just a little girl. I am. I'm afraid that others will say something about me? Oh...you still said something about me when you were filming The Young Emperor. .....With that stone..."

Huang Xiaoming stopped Mr. Zhou and said, "Sister, please, I want face. Wasn't I forced in the first place? This is the shadow of my life."

"Yes, yes, don't say it, don't say it." Mr. Zhou stopped talking when he saw Huang Xiaoming like this.

The two entered the venue.

After a while, he saw Li Lianhua walking in holding Ren Quan's hand.

"Ah, you've become a rich woman, and you still dress so plainly? Why don't you have a dress? She's too shabby."

Mr. Zhou raised his eyelids and looked at Li Lianhua, who was wearing a high-cut black dress: "If you have anything to say, just shut up. I'm happy to wear whatever you want, I just want to eat carrots and worry less. Why, let's go to Hollywood." , you started dragging me up again?”

Li Lianhua covered her mouth and giggled, and sat next to Mr. Zhou: "I'm teasing you, how old are you, and I'm still fighting with you? Ouch, I really envy you, this good guy is worth over 2 billion now, right? , I don’t know when I will be able to make so much money, you are so lucky..."

"Just think about it, you have no chance of getting rich in this life." Mr. Zhou retorted.

Li Lianhua rolled her eyes: "I really don't like you at all."

Mr. Zhou snorted: "I don't like you even more."

"Okay, okay, let's stop saying a few words. We are all old friends. Lianhua is right. How old are we? How can we quarrel." Huang Xiaoming said as a peacemaker.

"Quan'er, congratulations to you, but you don't mean enough to say anything about your marriage." Mr. Zhou looked at Ren Quan and said.

Although Mr. Zhou and Li Lianhua don't get along, they have a good relationship with Ren Quan. No, to be precise, Mr. Zhou doesn't get along with all the female artists when he was Chinese, but he gets along well with male artists.

"It's just that you didn't even inform me and don't treat us as friends." Huang Xiaoming patted Ren Quan on the shoulder.

"Hey, you are all busy people, and I don't have much to do here, but I feel it, thank you."

"Hey, Brother Quan, long time no see." Xiaopang Fan walked up, wearing a pink Chanel haute couture, white high heels, white and translucent skin, and dressed like a princess.

"Lianhua, it's been a long time since I saw you." Fan Xiaopang sat on Mr. Zhou's right hand side.

Mr. Zhou turned his head and squinted at Fan Xiaopang: "Why are you wearing so much perfume? It smells terrible."

Fan Xiaopang pinched Mr. Zhou's cheek: "Don't talk nonsense. This is a bottle of French high-end perfume worth 8,000 US dollars. It smells so good, you don't understand."

"Hey, what's going on with you two? You're on such a good terms?" Li Lianhua looked at Mr. Zhou and Fatty Fan in disbelief. They used to, well, look down on each other and fight each other till death. Now they look like this... Tsk...

Fan Fatty hugged Mr. Zhou's neck and laughed: "I'm a good sister to Brother Xun now."

"Be gentle." Mr. Zhou's Fatty Fan rolled her eyes.

"Oh, sorry, dear, give me a kiss. Mua." Fatty Fan's big red lips were imprinted on Mr. Zhou's face.

Renquan, who was standing by, was dumbfounded. He touched Huang Xiaoming's arm with his elbow: "No, what's going on? How did these two become friends?"

Huang Xiaoming spread his hands: "Don't ask me, I don't know, anyway, it's all right."

"Brother Quan hasn't congratulated you yet, I wish you a baby soon."

"Hi, thank you, thank you."

"I thought you would have a result with Lianhua, but you suddenly got married, Lianhua you..."

At this time, Li Lianhua's face turned ugly.

Renquan was also very embarrassed.

The relationship between the two of them..........has been very awkward over the years..............

Mr. Zhou looked at Fatty Fan speechlessly: "You are idle, don't bother with her, she is mentally ill and likes to stir up trouble. Well, you guys chat, I'll go eat something with Xiaopang."

Mr. Zhou dragged Fatty Fan to the self-service area, and Huang Xiaoming followed him when he saw how awkward it was.

Renquan looked at Li Lianhua, and Li Lianhua looked at Renquan.

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