Chapter 91 Press Conference

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The little demon really lived in Qingcheng. It really has the same taste as the dead girl Yangmei. Even the yellow finch who read thousands of unruly women did not expect this, but the facts prove that these two people are as good as their own sisters.

The person Yang Qihu cares about most in his life is this sister, which is more important than his own life. Seeing that the little demon talked with Yang Mei, he made a promise. As long as the little demon is willing, the door of the Yang family will be opened for her at any time. Looking at that kind of welcome, it seems to be even more than the yellow finch.

Of course, the little demon is the identity of the person in the Gumen. The yellow finch did not tell him the two of them, so as to avoid some extracurricular things. However, according to the relationship between the two dead maids and their personalities, and this is not a shady thing after all, it is just a matter of time.

Life is still like that, plain and boring. Get up, eat (eat lunch), talk nonsense with Liu Jinyin in the afternoon, or go online to help the old pervert download those classic love action movies. At night, without exception, they are pulled crazy everywhere by the little demon and raising their eyebrows, and it is a little difficult to raise their eyebrows. Deal with it. Now there is a little demon, and the yellow finch feels a headache. Fortunately, the little demon is not the one who dares to provoke. Therefore, it has alleviated a lot of trouble for the yellow finch. For example, the trouble caused by raising his eyebrows. Now the little demon can help her wipe her buttocks.

Without heart and nothing to do, the life of the yellow finch can only be described by these eight words. In the past, Huang Hailin didn't care much about him. Now, with the ** of the black box, he doesn't care about it.

Hong Kong, at 8 p.m., there is a lot of traffic at the door of the Hilton Hotel, which has collapsed. The press conference on the preparation of the tenth concert is held here. All the media in Hong Kong are scrambling to be afraid. Hong Kong is only the first stop. After tomorrow, it will be the publicity and advertising effect of the mainland. I have to say, win The speed of ter is fast, and the speed is a little overwhelming, but for these, Feier doesn't have to worry about it. She is now sitting quietly in the room alone, holding a book of Lu Yao's "Ordinary World" in her hand.

Fei'er likes this book very much. Today, she has read it for the third time. In the book, her favorite person is Tian Xiaoxia, the girl who is full of aura. She dares to love for her love and will bravely fight for it. Unfortunately, she is buried in the torrent forever. Whenever she sees this paragraph, Fei My son will always cry, sleep all night, and sigh for Tian Xiaoxia's love. Every girl will fantasize about her love. What about herself? Can you meet the person who makes you have no regrets like Tian Xiaoxia?

At this time, the doorbell rang. Feier closed the book and stood by the door. Through the cat's eye, she saw a familiar face. Outside the door was a handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes. He was polite. His name was Li Junyang. He was a pivotal figure in Hong Kong. The huge family system made the Li family live. The intention is booming, and the identity of the future family successor also makes Li Junyang young and mature since he was a child. This kind of person is more mature, but less free and easy.

The pursuer? Admired? There are too many such people, but it is an exception for Li Junyang. Feier doesn't hate it. Of course, she doesn't like it. She just feels very comfortable talking to such a young man.

Fei'er opened the door.

"Hello, Fei'er!" Li Junyang said very politely, and then handed over a large group of flowers in his hand.

Fei'er was stunned, "This, what are you?"

Li Junyang smiled and said, "Feier, you misunderstood. Your tenth concert is coming soon. I don't think I have time to congratulate you in person. As a friend, I will congratulate you in advance. I hope everything will be perfect."

At this end, Fei'er could only pick up the flowers and then invite Li Junyang in. However, she did not close the door. This floor has basically been wrapped down by the organizer, and the idle people can't come up. Of course, there is nothing between her and Li Junyang. She opened the door and talked. In Feier's opinion, it is more appropriate.

Li Junyang was not reluctant. He was so careful that he naturally understood what Fei'er was thinking. Of course, he also respected all her actions.

The two sat opposite each other, and the lights in the room were bright. Li Junyang straightened his suit, looked at Fei'er and said, "Feier, I heard that you chose the venue for this concert by yourself? Qingcheng, what a good name!"

Li Junyang's family business also owns shares in the broker company. Therefore, he is fully aware of some things. What's more, Winter is very agreeable about his pursuit of admiration for Fei'er. On the one occasion, Winter also feels that Li Junyang is good. Another, that is Li Junyang's family, with his support, Fei'er will be at its best, and Winter will become China's top entertainment agent.

"Real?" Fei'er said something plainly.

"It's naturally a good name!"

Fei'er raised her head. She was a smart girl. Li Junyang didn't ask, but he must know in his heart why Fei'er chose such an inconspicuous city.

"Qingcheng is my hometown!" Feier didn't hide it and said calmly.

Li Junyang's hand holding the teacup stopped. For a moment, he put it on the coffee table and looked at Feier. "Sure enough, when I got the news, I guessed that the place in Qingcheng must have something to do with you, but I didn't expect that it was your hometown."

"Real?"

"You have always seriously considered what you do, at least I think so." Li Junyang nodded, "Are you ready?"

"What do you mean?" Fei'er asked softly.

"Everything, your mentality, your new song, I heard from Winter that you have prepared a new song." Li Junyang looked at Fei'er with an expectant face.

Fei'er smiled and said, "Winter even told you this?"

"I asked him."

"That's right, I've been preparing for this song for many years."

"Oh, in this case, I'm really looking forward to it!" Li Junyang joked, then looked at his watch, got up and said, "Feier, I'm sorry, I have to see a customer at 8:30. I have to leave. Come on!"

"Thank you!"

Fei'er sent Li Junyang to the door. Li Junyang went out, but still turned around and smiled, "If you have time, can you tell me about your hometown?"

Feier did not answer, but looked at Li Junyang's cheeks slowly, which were like a spring breeze, and then went to the elevator. This man was very self-restrained, elegant, handsome and more expensive, and more willing to spend money to please women. But Fei'er's feeling told her that he was not the person she was destined to be.

Feier returned to the room and stood in front of the huge French window, looking at the brilliant night view of Hong Kong outside. On the eighth floor of the Hilton Hotel, Winter was wearing an extremely red suit and smiling to answer every question of the reporters.

"This time I heard that the organizer gave the right to choose the point to Feier, is that right? Winter?"

Winter stood up, but he couldn't help pinching his body and said with a smile, "Of course, looking at the entertainment industry, only our Xiaofeifei has this capital and charm."

"Winter, hello, may I ask, did you give advice next to you this time, or did Feier decide it yourself?"

"Naturally, it was decided by Feier herself. I fully respect what she means!"

Reporters sprinted with long guns. In order to get the first-hand news, they all squeezed forward desperately. If it hadn't been for the security personnel at the scene, Winter's small body would have faced a huge threat.

"Our Xiao Feifei is fully prepared for this concert. By the way, there are also new songs to be played at the concert."

Winter's most powerful point is that he is good at making selling points. Such a paragraph came in the plain answer, which is undoubtedly a hot news. The reporter of Hong Kong Entertainment Weekly immediately launched a new round of offensive.

"Winter, what's the name of the new song this time? Can you tell us?"

The appetite is absolutely hanging up, but after hanging up, it is best to let them wait, fantasize, and look forward to this, which Winter knows better than anyone else.

Winter glanced over, put out an index finger on his lips, and said gently, "Secret!"

The reporter of Entertainment Weekly still doesn't want to give up and continue to launch an offensive.

"Winter, have you decided on the location of Feier this time?"

This time, Winter said in depth, "This question is the top priority tonight. Feier has decided that the venue for the tenth perfect concert will be in Qingcheng!"

"Qingcheng?"

"Falling..."

"Qingcheng, where is it?"

Everyone was stunned by this answer. Obviously, Qingcheng is really not as imposing as its name. It is just one of many cities in China. It is inconspicuous, not sensational, and nothing earth-shaking has happened.

"Winter, Qingcheng, what is it?"

Winter knows that the biggest selling point is going to appear.

He took care of the gray and green hair he had just dyed this afternoon, helped the glasses that had just changed the colorful streamer frame, and said with a smile, "Qingcheng, a small city in Jiangnan Province, as for why Feier chose to be there, I'm sorry, this is also a secret, but this concert is 50% The profits will be donated to our children in poor mountainous areas. The organizer and we have agreed, and Feier's greatest wish is to watch them grow up.

The highlight behind, to be honest, is really Feier's long-cherished wish. She wants to do charity and wants children in mountainous areas to read books and eat. It is sincere.

Winter looked at the time, and the press conference was almost open. Everything that should be explained was also explained. The gimmicks and highlights that should be produced were also properly sent to the ears of the media. Next, it depends on their own freedom.

Winter finally pulled the microphone on the table in his hand and shouted to the reporters and staff, "Remember, everyone, August is perfect and beautiful."

The slogan must be shouted loudly.