Under the gazes of all the bodyguards, Sister Li walked inside with Xiao Feng and Wu Huan.
As Sister Li walked, she was thinking about what Xiao Feng was doing here. Did he want to be with Murong like other young ladies? In any case, if he wanted to develop in Jiuquan for a long time, Feng couldn't offend him.
Sister Li is considered a celebrity in the industry, and she pays special attention to things in the industry. She also heard about Xiao Feng going to the Yinhui Building banquet in a Rolls-Royce last night. In addition, she checked The information makes it more certain that Xiao Feng can represent the Feng family.
"Mr. Xiao, you helped us out at the airport last time. I always wanted to come and say thank you, but I didn't have time, and it was too unexpected to visit rashly, so I kept delaying it."
When Xiao Feng heard what Sister Li said, he knew that she wanted to make friends with him, and smiled: "It's okay, it's just a simple effort,"
"Haha, no matter how I say it, I have to thank you very much," Sister Li also laughed and pushed open a door in front of her.
"Stop, Murong Xue, I have told you so many times, raise your arms higher," a harsh voice sounded like a knife scraping glass.
Xiao Feng, who was at the door, was stunned. Someone actually dared to yell at Murong Xue. He looked attentively and saw that Murong Xue was practicing dance. Standing in front of her was a middle-aged man, thin and small, looking like a monkey.
"Who is he?" Xiao Feng asked with a frown.
Sister Li's face was a bit ugly, but she smiled helplessly: "He is a dance instructor from South Korea, his name is 'Park Chang',"
"Whoring," Wu Huan was stunned, someone actually called such a top-notch name.
Xiao Feng didn't say anything, but turned his attention to the person sitting on the chair in the front row. The person looked very wretched, with a small middle parting, and the ripples of light flashed from time to time in his mouse eyes, which flashed away.
"Who is he?" Xiao Feng's voice turned cold.
"Kuko Umekawa, Japan's top stage director," Sister Li said with a sigh.
Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit it and took a puff: "Why did you find Koreans and Japanese for Murong? Isn't there a first-class choreographer and stage director in China?"
Sister Li heard the reproach in Xiao Feng's words and became even more helpless: "Well, although we don't want to admit it, the dance and stage moves in Korea and Japan are much better than those in China,"
Xiao Feng snorted: "Trash,"
"Yes, trash, you dare to yell at the goddess," Wu Huan interjected.
Murong Xue was already dripping with sweat from practicing, and Pu Chang's harsh instructions made her even more overwhelmed. However, she gritted her teeth and persisted without showing any anger.
"Higher, higher," Pu Chang said loudly.
"Director Park, but I think this height is the best," Murong Xue couldn't help but retort.
Murong Xue's retort made Pu Chang angry. He clenched his fists and yelled: "Are you a professional or am I a professional? Huh, don't think that you can sing two songs and you will be popular in Asia, let alone you, even in South Korea. All the superstars out there have to do what I tell them to do honestly."
"But..." Murong Xue was about to say something else.
"It's nothing, just do as I say," Pu Chang interrupted Murong Xue and shouted sharply.
Xiao Feng frowned. He also felt that it was best and most coordinated to follow what Murong Xue said, but this wool instructor did not agree.
"Sister Li, just let him reprimand Murong Xue," Xiao Feng turned to look at Sister Li.
Sister Li spread her hands: "There is nothing we can do. Murong Xue's development is too fast, and the domestic first-line guidance cannot teach her at all."
Xiao Feng suppressed the anger in his heart and asked with a cold face: "If you let him be rampant, I'm afraid he will beat Murong Xue,"
"That's not possible, he wouldn't dare," Sister Li shook her head affirmatively.
Xiao Feng was a little disappointed with Sister Li. If she had been a shrewd woman like Zhao Min, huh, she would have thrown this Korean stick into the Pacific Ocean long ago.
"Are you Chinese all pig-minded? Why don't you do as I say? Didn't you hear what I just said?" Pu Chang suddenly shouted again.
When Murong Xue heard what Pu Chang said, she put her movements away and wiped the sweat from her face: "Director Pu, I respect you for being able to teach me, but please pay attention to your words. You can scold me, but never say How are the Chinese people doing?”
Murong Xue's voice was cold, and it was obvious that she was trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart.
Pu Chang was furious. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a sound of slapping his hands: "Okay, good point."
Only then did Murong Xue notice Xiao Feng at the door, surprise flashed across her face, and she ignored Pu Chang and walked quickly to the door, "Xiao Feng, why are you here?"
"Haha, let me see the goddess," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
Murong Xue noticed the large bouquet of roses next to her. As for Wu Huan, they were completely blocked by the roses. Her face flashed a bright red and she was a little embarrassed: "You can come if you want. Why do you need to send flowers?"
"..." Wu Huan behind the roses was depressed. Damn it, these are the flowers I bought, okay? Although the money was given to me by Xiao Feng, I really wanted to give it to you.
The corner of Xiao Feng's mouth twitched, and then he smiled shamelessly: "Haha, do you like it?"
"Yes, it's very beautiful," Murong Xue nodded. She saw the card in the bouquet and reached out to take it. The card was very delicately made, folded in half, and the content was written inside.
Murong Xue opened the card with her jade-like fingers, and her face turned red at just one glance. He, how could he say such disgusting words? What he saw on the card was: I have had countless dreams, and every dream has you; I I had countless fantasies, and you were in every fantasy; I prayed hundreds of times, and you were in every prayer. May the God of Love let me see you, get you, and kiss you...
Wu Huan had the urge to hit the wall. Damn it, which floor is this? If it’s more than 10 floors, I’ll just jump down. Goddess, can you take a look at me? Don’t think of me as a flower girl.
Murong Xue put away the card with a red face, and looked at Xiao Feng with evasive eyes: "Well, besides giving me flowers, do you have anything else to do?"
Xiao Feng was very calm and turned to look at Wu Huan behind the roses: "Boy, put the flowers down. Goddess Murong has already collected them."
"..." If the goddess hadn't been present, Wu Huan would have punched Xiao Feng in the face. It was so damn shameless.
"Murong, he is my brother Wu Huan, your loyal fan, haha, so I brought him to meet you," Xiao Feng said with a smile.
Logically speaking, Xiao Feng should be somewhat wary of this mysterious young man. After all, it is necessary to be on guard against others. But for some reason, Xiao Feng felt very kind to Wu Huan, as if he had met him before. generally.
Murong Xue was a little embarrassed. She thought she was a flower girl just now, but she didn't expect it to be a cold and handsome boy. "Haha, Wu Huan, hello," she said, extending her hand generously.
When Wu Huan saw Murong Xue's jade-like hand, the unhappiness he felt just now had long since disappeared, and he quickly stretched out his hand to shake her hand: "Goddess, hello,"
Xiao Feng gave Wu Huan a look, which meant asking, isn't it time for me to brag?
"Murong Xue, are you done talking? If you are done, come over here right away. You are as stupid as a pig." After Pu Chang finished speaking, he whispered that the Chinese are just a bunch of pigs.
Although Pu Chang's voice was low enough, Xiao Feng's hearing was much stronger than ordinary people, so he naturally heard it. Anger flashed across his face. Did this guy really not know whether to live or die?
"Sorry, I have to go to training," Murong Xue smiled apologetically at Xiao Feng and was about to continue training.
Xiao Feng reached out to hold Murong Xue and shook his head: "Stop training. Your singing can cover up everything else. Even if you stand on the stage and do nothing, your fans will be satisfied."
"Funny," Pu Chang said mockingly, and Meikawa Kuzi, who was sitting on the chair, also sneered.
Murong Xue was held by Xiao Feng's hand, and a wave of heat spread throughout her body, "Yes, but I want to do better,"
Xiao Feng thought for a moment and nodded: "Leave this matter to me." After saying that, he let go of Murong Xue and walked towards Pu Chang.
When Pu Chang saw Xiao Feng approaching, he was not frightened at all. He cocked his head and looked at him: "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Xiao Feng showed a smile, then reached out to grab Pu Chang's neck and lifted him up: "Pu Chang, right? You old boy, go back to Korea and go whore,"
"Let me go, I'm going to sue you for personal injury," Pu Chang shouted loudly.
"Papa", two slaps were slapped on the face, and Xiao Feng's smile became even brighter: "This is called personal injury, do you understand?"
Sister Li was a little anxious and wanted to step forward to persuade Xiao Feng, but was stopped by Murong Xue, who shook her head slightly and signaled Sister Li not to worry about it.
"Can you repeat what you just said to me? Oh, let me remind you, what did you say about Chinese people just now?" Xiao Feng held Pu Chang with one hand, as if he was carrying a monkey.
"Pigs, you Chinese are just a bunch of pigs. I'm warning you, you are damaging the friendly relations between China and South Korea. I, Korea..."
Pu Chang screamed, but Xiao Feng interrupted him with a slap in the face and said mockingly: "The friendly relations between China and South Korea, huh, you are just a dance instructor, who do you think you are? Koreans, why can't you control yourself?" As for your position, you are a working person now. When people ask you to guide them, they think highly of you and give you a bowl of food to eat. Do you understand, it’s not like inviting a fucking grandpa back, working people should have the consciousness to work. ,"
Xiao Feng thought of Pu Chang's words scolding Murong Xue, and slapped him a few more times: "You bastard, didn't Korea learn that crap from the United States? You thought you wouldn't be able to play without you, right?" Then, he threw him down, took out his cell phone, and started making calls.
"Hey, hehe, I'm Xiao Feng, Vickers. I need your help now. You can help me find a top choreographer in Hollywood." When Xiao Feng said this, he glanced at Meichuan Ku, who was already pale on the chair. Zi, continued: "There are also stage moves and other guidance, well, we have to hurry up, it's best to leave immediately, what, great, you let her fly to Jiuquan immediately, I will pay double the reward, okay, old man ,Thank you,"
Xiao Feng hung up the phone and looked at Pu Chang condescendingly: "Old boy, you are fired. About tonight, Jenny Merkel from Hollywood will take your place and personally guide Murong Xue."
"Jenny Merkle," Pu Chang was stunned~ Sister Li was stunned~ Murong Xue was also stunned~