Xu Yang locked the door and collapsed onto the sofa: "I knew I should have called a few more security guards. I feel like I've lost ten pounds... You said that you didn't show up this year, why did your popularity rise instead of falling?"
Jiang Liushen raised his eyebrows: "How do you talk?"
Xu Yang rolled his eyes: "How dare you say that I was too arrogant when I was outside? Beware that 'Jiang Liushen throws a big name' will be on the hot search tonight. You just came back, can you keep a low profile?"
Alan, the stylist who was already waiting in the dressing room, smiled and said, "Brother Shen still need to worry about this? Whoever dares to write a bad word about him will be invited by Mrs. Jiang immediately. Let's go have tea."
Anyone who knows a little bit of entertainment industry gossip knows that the most feared thing in Jiang Liushen's family is not his father, the chairman of the board of directors, but the mother who is a resolute but over-loving singer. Whenever there is any negative and false news about his son, he can usually kill it at the root in less than half a day. Otherwise, with Jiang Liushen's temperament, he would have been sprayed by the media long ago.
He also doesn't mind using the resources at home to settle those unnecessary things. He is not like Jiang Xiaofu's silly girl, who was born at the finish line and has to go back to the starting line to find guilt for himself.
"My mother has been busy preparing for the world tour these two days. I haven't seen her for several days." Jiang Liushen sat on the makeup chair, closed his eyes, suddenly remembered something, and opened his eyes again .
"Who was standing at the opposite door just now?"
Xu Yang was still tired, opened a bottle of mineral water, and said casually, "It's Xia Xi'ai who I told you before."
"Oh, it's him..." Jiang Liu Shen pondered for a while, "The little sister next to him has really big breasts."
"Pfft—"
Xu Yang sprayed the ground.
"Brother... are you really... can you have a little bit of integrity as an idol?? I've told you how many times, just think about this kind of thing in your heart! Don't say it!"
Jiang Liushen didn't realize what was wrong: "I'm a powerful guy, so what if I'm an idol? Idols can't like cute girls with big breasts? Can't be a normal man?"
Xu Yang choked silently.
When asked about his ideal type at an adult birthday party, this grandfather said in front of dozens of live broadcast media: "No special requirements, but you must have big breasts."
This sentence ten minutes later It exploded the hot search, "No special requirements, but must be XX" became the most popular buzzword of the year.
Prince Jiang's lustful and lustful reputation has been widely circulated. If it weren't for his wealth and background, the media did not dare to gossip too much, and he might have been fueled by jealousy.
However, Xu Yang had a headache for his ancestors. In the five or six years since he took over the position of personal assistant, he also understood that Jiang Liushen was not the kind of lecherous person that people thought. His love for big-breasted girls is just admiration, just like a girl seeing a cute cat, she just likes it, and has no dirty thoughts. Some female artists who were not clear once tried to seduce them by sticking it backwards, but they were all ruthlessly put out by the bodyguards.
In terms of feelings, Jiang Liushen is indeed a qualified idol with an innocent and upright character.
But who made him have a handsome and unrestrained face, with his slightly raised eyes, everyone seems to be affectionate, and he has attracted the hearts of countless girls and aunts. Even if he personally declares that he has no emotional experience, I am afraid no one will believe it. .
"Okay... don't think about anything messy." Xu Yang helped his forehead haggard, "I guess the reporters at the door have been kicked out by the security guards, I'll get you some warm babies, you can post more, I'm afraid You'll have a stomach ailment in a while."
"Okay, I'll take a break." Jiang Liushen leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, signaling that Alan could start styling.
He closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while, but his mind uncontrollably recalled the scene he saw on the aisle just now.
The figure that emerged was not the big-breasted little sister, but the little brother next to him who was a little too good-looking, dressed in plain white Hanfu, handsome and out of the world, like a fairy from the sky.
Sha Xiai...
If it means wormwood, it is a pleasant name.
