The entertainment industry is also haunted today

Tang Xu came to Xue's mansion twice within a month, and this was the second time, and he already felt familiar with it.

Xue Ji's coquettish red sports car had to slow down after entering the iron gate. Tang Xu sat in the co-pilot and thoroughly accepted the attention from the security guard.

He turned his head and asked Xue Ji in a low voice, "Is it not good for me to see if your grandpa didn't bring some presents?"

He was asking on the way just now, but Xue Ji kept saying no.

"He doesn't like to accept gifts, so don't think about it," Xue Ji held the steering wheel with one hand, with a happy expression, "He is very happy when you come here."

Tang Xu grabbed his hair, didn't understand the meaning, and only said 'ah' after a while.

Xue Ji also realized that what he said was a bit ambiguous, so he hastened to make amends: "He is researching recently, and wants to know how to see ghosts without opening the yin and yang eyes like you."

Tang Xu: "...I also want to know why I can see ghosts."

"Okay," Xue Ji drove the car directly into the garage, turned off the engine in an empty parking space, and stopped, "Come down."

Tang Xu got off the co-pilot's seat, and the first step after getting out of the car was to cut his hair in front of the rearview mirror.

His hair is naturally curly. He just got his hair done yesterday morning. When he woke up, his hair was all rolled up.

Coupled with the wind blowing on the road just now, it was like a chicken coop.

Fortunately, his hair is fluffy, and it doesn't look like it will damage the image. On the contrary, he is a little cute. People can't help but want to rub it a few times to experience the texture.

... At least Xue Ji thinks so.

He was about to touch the top of Tang Xu's hair with his hand, but when Tang Xu turned his head to look over, he paused slightly, swung his arm around Tang Xu's head forcibly, and then rubbed his nose.

Because of his guilty conscience, his movements looked a little stiff. Fortunately, Tang Xu was a man with something on his mind, so he didn't notice the unnaturalness he showed.

The place where I met Mr. Xue this time was in the backyard. They walked side by side on the corridor, with fresh and unique scenery on both sides.

Tang Xu seized the time to mention a few things about Wang Zhiliang before he got there.

"This person did not call again, but I received a text message as soon as I turned it on at noon."

Tang Xu called up the text message and showed it to Xue Ji.

The brief introduction of the text message is clear, and the text only has four words: 'There are still six days'.

This text message was sent at four o'clock in the morning. At that time, Tang Xu had just fallen asleep when someone sent this malicious countdown text message to his mobile phone.

Tang Xu put the phone back into his pocket, and his tone was calm as if he was not affected by the text message at all, "This phone number is my personal number, which is separate from my work number. He didn't send text messages to my work number, but He directly chose my private number - he should have mastered my information."

"I tried to dial the number... it was an empty number."

Xue Ji frowned and asked, "What does your manager say about this?"

An agent with high qualifications like Jia Fei usually has more contacts and resources, so he might know Wang Zhiliang.

But Tang Xu shook his head, "I didn't tell her about it, and I told Mingxing not to tell her for now."

Bering has been filming abroad for more than a month. Originally, Sister Fei was planning to come back when Tang Xu released a new album. Who knew that there was a temporary situation at Bering's place, and Sister Fei would not be able to smoke for a while. birth.

She specially greeted Tang Xu about this matter. Tang Xu said it was okay, and then asked what happened to Bering, but Sister Fei immediately changed the subject.

Sister Fei has always had a character of saying something, and this is the first time I have seen such a situation where she obviously hides something and refuses to say it.

The more Tang Xu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, wondering if he should pick a time to visit Bering's class.

Seeing him distracted, Xue Ji called out to him, and finally put his hand on the top of Tang Xu's hair logically and rubbed it, "Don't walk in a daze."

Tang Xu let him touch it a few times before he came back to his senses, "...Oh."

Before he had the feeling of being "patted on the head by a younger man of the same sex", Xue Ji had already consciously withdrew his hand, with a calm expression on his face.

Except for the red ears and the tight lips, it can be called calm and at ease.

Corresponding to his calm and watery appearance, Xue Ji's heart has already set off waves.

Help!

It feels really good to the touch!It's not inferior to the one at home, Carrie, who only eats and drinks, and only occasionally licks his hair once in a while!

At this moment, the family's big orange cat named Kerry stretched lazily, unaware that its poop-shoveling officer has a new goal for grooming.

Xue Ji's expression quickly returned to normal, because he remembered another more important question.

"If Wang Zhiliang can find your private mobile phone number, it means that your information has been exposed, and maybe a camera or something like that has been installed near your house."

What Xue Ji said made sense. Tang Xu felt his scalp tingle whenever he thought of being surrounded by cameras in his sleeping place.

If he didn't want to be allergic to the camera in the future, Tang Xu could only find a way to move out of the house secretly.

Xue Ji clenched his fist with one hand, pressed his chin, cleared his throat first, and then stated with a straight face: "My house is newly bought, and the east bedroom on the second floor is still vacant."

After he finished speaking, he kept staring at Tang Xu, feeling that what he said was obvious enough, if Tang Xu couldn't hear it again, he would consider driving him back directly.

The person I like has a director who wants to support him.Xue Ji didn't classify Wang Zhiliang as a love rival at all, but directly dragged him into the blacklist of 'dead perverts'.

Tang Xu's reaction was stronger this time. He followed Xue Ji's words and asked more flatteringly: "Then can I go to your place to stay for a few days?"

Xue Ji originally planned to act reluctantly, but he didn't expect Tang Xu to change his words as soon as he showed his expression: "If it's troublesome, I can go to a hotel."

……

If a duck is cooked and let it fly out of the pot, it will be condemned by God.

Xue Ji immediately put away that reluctant expression, and selectively ignored Tang Xu's words about going to a hotel. "The east bedroom can be yours, but you are not allowed to ask your little assistant to come with you, do you understand?"

Ever since Xue Jihuo became famous and his position in CTV was stable, Zhang Zijun confidently applied to the upper management of the company to bring only Xue Ji as an artist.

Xue Ji didn't like people hanging around in front of him all day long, and Zhang Zijun's ability to handle affairs was strong, and he could unconditionally bear Xue Ji's supercilious eyes and young temper. After a long time, this manager insisted on taking over the position of assistant.

Tang Xu's little assistant was so attached to him that both of them could meet his little assistant when they went out for a meal.

Tang Xu once mentioned in an interview that he likes small and well-behaved ones.The little assistant occasionally made a fool of himself, and Tang Xu lost his temper by calling him "Brother Xu" a few times.

... Really, it's disturbing.

"Okay, I got it. But can I give him the address? He will come and pick me up to the company, only pick me up outside, not come in." Tang Xu didn't think there was anything wrong with Xue Ji's request, he just thought he didn't like strangers into the house.

After all, "people are under the roof", he borrowed Xue Ji's house, and it was normal for Xue Ji to make some demands.

The two of them chatted in the corridor, and their pace unconsciously slowed down. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, and people will relax when they are in it.

An old man in his sixties came out from among the green plants. He looked very kind, wearing a gray apron, and bowed slightly in the direction of Tang Xu and the others, "Master."

He held a small shovel in his hand, with wet soil still on it, as if he was dressed like a gardener.

Xue Ji put aside his problem of looking at people from the corner of his eye, and obediently rushed to the person and nodded his greetings: "Uncle Liu."

Then he turned slightly, put his arm around Tang Xu's shoulder, and introduced: "This is Tang Xu, my friend. This is Uncle Liu, our housekeeper, who has always loved me very much."

Uncle Liu looked amicable, bent down and put the shovel against the wooden railing, and then greeted Tang Xu with a smile, "Master Tang."

Tang Xu also nodded to him politely and obediently.

Uncle Liu looked at Tang Xu calmly. Uncle Liu had heard Tang Xu's name a long time ago. When Tang Xu came last time, Uncle Liu happened to be away on leave, so he never saw this with his own eyes. Young people who are well-received.

Now that he saw the real person, he smiled even more, with a hint of approval.

Uncle Liu's scrutinizing gaze was fast, not embarrassing at all, and his polite appearance when he spoke also made people feel that he was well-cultivated: "The old man heard that the young master is going to bring Master Tang back for dinner, and he has notified you. Eldest Young Master. Eldest Young Master arrived before you, and should have already sat down, go in quickly."

Tang Xu felt a little dizzy.

He was the only one in his family, and the housekeeper didn't call him young master very often, and often called him 'Xiao Xu' directly. Although the servants called him a lot, they didn't talk about the young master and young master like Xue Ji's family.

Xue Ji's thinking is very flexible. I don't know if he has gotten used to listening to it after so many years. He nodded, his arm still resting on Tang Xu's shoulder, "It just so happened that I asked my elder brother to check something for me, and there should be some clues. .”

Uncle Liu picked up his small shovel, and then went back to tossing among the green plants.

Xue Ji held Tang Xu in this posture and walked forward. After Tang Xu struggled a little bit, he got used to the strength on his shoulders. He looked up at Xue Ji and asked, "Is it about Wang Zhiliang?"

"Well, it's him." When Wang Zhiliang was mentioned, Xue Ji's upturned lips were restrained.

Tang Xu saw that his expression was a bit gloomy, as if there was already some deep hatred between him and Wang Zhiliang, so he asked tentatively, "You hate him?"

Xue Ji hummed inexplicably in his throat, and raised his hand to rub the back of Tang Xu's head, "Anyone who wants to take care of him is rubbish."

……

Xue Cheng, the eldest brother of the Xue family who happened to hear this not far away, didn't know whether he should remind his younger brother. Two days ago, he came to discuss with himself the question of "can a star support a star" with a serious face? .