Chapter Six

The dinner after the party is a practice over the years. All media are refused entry. Only the guests of the performance and important staff are present, not even the assistants. The privacy is very strong.

The seating arrangement is also a little particular, and people of similar age are usually at the same table, so as to avoid the generation gap being too big to say anything. The table where Jiang Liushen sits is naturally full of young entertainers, such as actor Zheng Wenbin, who has won the top actor like him but is still tepid. Another example is the one who released a Divine Comedy three or four years ago, but now there are few good works. Singer Li Jun.

Anyway, he is not red.

However, as soon as he sat down, he found that the little fresh meat who was half the sky was sitting on his right hand.

Xia Xiai, who had changed into a suit, was more quiet, but the solemn black suit and his handsome little face looked like a high school student who stole his father's suit.

Gee, which insurance company did the company's stylists hire from? Such a beautiful face was blinded in vain.

After complaining, Jiang Liushen still smiled and said hello: "Yo, what a coincidence, Xi Ai." He thought that after the dealings just now on and off the stage, the two of them should be able to say a few words. .

But clinker, Xia Xiai only looked at him indifferently, Hei Cheng's eyes showed a bit of coldness, frowned slightly, and said "um" as if unhappy.

Jiang Liu was stunned for a while, and immediately understood.

Yo, little guy, what about two more faces?

He has seen many people like this in the entertainment industry. He has a set in front of his face and a set behind his back. This little guy doesn't even bother to pretend to face. .

The politeness before daring is all pretended.

He originally thought that the other party's character strength was okay, and he didn't plan to treat him. When he was treated with such a cold face, the nature of the poisonous tongue appeared again.

"Who are you talking to, kid?" Jiang Liushen smiled warmly, and joked, "Why, don't you know my name?"

Xia Xiai frowned deeper.

This guy really isn't a good guy.

He heard Jiang Liushen treating him like that in the waiting area just now, and saying bad things about his manager Long Jie... He was really angry, and he didn't even want to be polite to the other party.

"I know, I just don't want to talk to you." He thought he had expressed his dislike for Jiang Liushen very hard.

Jiang Liushen: "..."

What kind of schoolboy quarrel is this?

Accustomed to the game between masters who hide knives and insinuate in entertainment circles, suddenly a rookie came and threw a straight ball at him without any concealment.

Xia Xiai didn't want to talk to him any more, she stood up with her cola glass upside down, and wanted to find something to eat elsewhere.

"Wait a moment." Jiang Liushen suffered a rare setback, how could he be willing to let people slip away? He reached out and grabbed Xia Xiai's arm.

But when Xia Xiai heard him calling her, she immediately turned around and wanted to escape.

So Jiang Liushen originally wanted to grab the hand of the opponent's arm, but accurately... grabbed it on the opponent's butt.

Xia Xiai: "..."

Several artists who are close to the same seat: "..."

Jiang Liushen: "..."

...Wait, this feels...it seems a little soft.

He didn't know if he had a brain cramp or something, but he squeezed lightly.

Xia Xiai blushed and turned back angrily, and poured the cola in her hand towards Jiang Liushen.

The air around was silent for a while.

The still bubbling Coke slipped from the forehead, dripped down the man's handsome cheeks, and dripped along the chin, dyeing the white shirt brown, and the luxurious suit darkening a lot.

No matter how good-tempered Jiang Liushen is, he is also an eldest young master who has been accustomed to being praised since he was a child. How has he ever been confronted by people like this?

He immediately took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly opened his eyes, with Coke droplets still hanging on his eyelashes, his eyes became frivolous, the temperature dropped to freezing point, and he squinted at Xia Xiai who was slightly shorter than him.

"Sorry, it wasn't on purpose."

Although he apologized, he was completely domineering.

Many people around didn't notice what happened at this table, chatting and joking, joking and joking, and a group of lively and noisy voices, only a few people in the same seat didn't dare to breathe.

Xia Xiai's chest was obviously heaving, and she scolded in a low voice, "Rogue!"

Jiang Liu gave a deep sneer, and simply removed the disguise of being kind, leaned over, lowered his voice and mocked him in his ear: "You are also worthy of me being a hooligan?"

He straightened up and wiped his face with the wet towel on the table. Even though he was splashed all over his body, he still behaved calmly and gracefully.

"You should be glad that you splashed me."

Otherwise, don't know how to die.

He threw the dirty wipes on the table, took a deep look at the other party again, and left the table with a calm air in his pocket.

Xia Xi stood there, biting her lip, frowning deeply, her hands clenched into fists.

After leaving the banquet hall, Jiang Liu hurried to his dressing room with a deep face and kicked the door fiercely.

Xu Yang, who was eating the fans' condolences, jumped up from the sofa in fright.

"My mother! What's wrong, brother!"

Jiang Liushen pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket filled with Coke, threw off the drink that had smeared his hand, and began to untie the belt with a gloomy face.

Xu Yang was seriously frightened: "Brother, what are you doing? Beastly??"

"Go away." Jiang Liushen pulled out the belt, gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to call me a hooligan, I really want to spank his ass."

After saying that, he glanced at the belt and felt something was wrong, so he changed his words and said, "Smack his mouth."

But thinking about that handsome little face, it seems like he can't do it.

He was rarely irritable: "Damn, little bastard!"

Xu Yang was confused, was this a curse, or a nickname for doting?

Jiang Liushen directly took off his wet suit and trousers, threw them to Xu Yang, showed off his muscles generously, turned to look for other clothes, turned back halfway and said, "Next time there is an event with that surname Xia. The little bastard bumped into it, let me know in advance."

Xu Yang nodded ignorantly, suddenly realized something, and looked down at the wet and wrinkled brand sponsorship clothes he was holding in his hands.

A shrill cry broke out in the dressing room in an instant:

"Brother!!! Give me a month's salary!!!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Jiang: Is this little bastard worthy of me being a hooligan?Author: You better remember this sentence today.