Qin Yexiao's eyes fell on Jiang Li, his eyes condensed for a few seconds, and the subject changed, "I will have a meal with Master Rong and the others."

Jiang Li nodded, "Okay."

Even if Qin Yexiao didn't say anything, Rong Xuan would pull her up.

***

the other side.

Song Qing opened the door with his assistant and walked into Fang Ziqing's dressing room.

Fang Ziqing was on the phone with her agent and was very angry, "I am willing to act in a broken Internet drama to save Wen Chi's face, I want to see, besides me, who would be willing to act, Jiang Li's notorious, who Who is unlucky to stick to her!"

When Song Qing heard these words, he pursed his lips, walked over with cold brows and eyes, and first removed Fang Ziqing's complicated headdress.

I don't know what happened on the other end of the phone.

Fang Ziqing's face suddenly changed, "What are you talking about?! All the brands that wanted to cooperate with me before announced new spokespersons ten minutes ago?"

The agent said: "You go back to the company first, and you will talk after you meet."

Fang Ziqing hung up the phone, stubbornly squeezing the phone with her fingers, her expression gloomy and ugly.

The scalp suddenly stabbed, and she hissed, pushing Song Qing away hard, "What are you doing!?"

Song Qing couldn't react, and fell to the ground severely, hitting his elbow, and his entire arm began to numb.

"Sister Qing!" The assistant panicked and hurriedly went to help her.

Song Qing stood up, her arm loosened briefly, and she endured the pain and said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Fang, there are two hairs hanging on the hairpin, I didn't see it."

"Don't you have eyes?" Fang Ziqing's tone was harsh, her expression slightly distorted, "Song Qing, are you very happy to see me like this?"

Song Qing said softly: "I'm really sorry, let my assistant remove your makeup first."

After speaking, she turned and left.

"Did I let you go?" Fang Ziqing squeezed her arm and pulled her back.

Song Qing staggered a few steps, then raised her eyes, her eyes were cold like ice, but her voice was still soft, "Miss Fang, please don't get too far."

"Are you an inch?" Fang Ziqing suddenly smiled.

Song Qing hardly had time to react, and slapped his left face with a slap in the face.

Snapped-

The corner of her mouth immediately saw blood, and half of her face was red and swollen.

"Sister Qing!" The assistant was taken aback, turned his eyes and stared at Fang Ziqing, his eyes full of anger, "Fang Ziqing! You are too much!"

***

Jiang Li and Qin Yexiao took things and walked out of the dressing room.

Suddenly the roar of Assistant Song Qing came from next door.

Almost everyone at the scene heard it, and they all looked in the direction of Fang Ziqing's dressing room.

Jiang Li twisted his eyebrows, cold eyes appeared under his eyes, strode over, and pushed open the door of the dressing room next door.

The wooden door hit the wall with a loud bang.

A group of people subconsciously looked over and saw Jiang Li standing at the door, with extremely cold and dark eyebrows, breaking through the brutality in his bones, and the air pressure all over his body was chillingly low.

In the bottom of my eyes, the breath of death that she usually concealed extremely well, at this moment, broke through the imprisonment and raged arrogantly.

Fierce and captivating.

The assistant looked at Jiang Li with red eyes, "Master Li..."

Jiang Li didn't speak, he walked in unhurriedly under his feet, and a sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire dressing room.

Fang Ziqing looked at Jiang Li, as if a chill came up from the soles of her feet, making her creepy.

She squeezed her fingers, holding on to restrain her urge to retreat.

What is she afraid of? Jiang Li has so much black material, even if he quarrels with her, only Jiang Li will be scolded.

After figuring it out, Fang Ziqing curled her lips mockingly, confidently.

Jiang Li stood in front of Song Qing, with his index finger hooked up, the knuckles supporting her chin, and turning her left cheek around, the red and swollen fingers marks were extremely clear.

"I'm okay..." Song Qing said in a low voice, she didn't want to make things big. Fang Ziqing is a first-line artist with tens of millions of fans, and the capital behind it is strong. It will only be them who suffer from a big trouble.

Jiang Li didn't answer her, turned sideways, looked at Fang Ziqing, calmly, "Did you fight?"

"How did I fight?" Fang Ziqing pressed the palm of her right hand and smiled, "She pulled my hair, and I accidentally slapped her and evened it... ah—"

Before she finished speaking, Fang Ziqing's hair was grabbed.

Jiang Li looked cold, grabbed the back of her head and dragged her out.

"Jiang Li! You let me go!" Fang Ziqing's scalp hurts as if she is about to be torn off.

She struggled frantically, screaming, digging her nails on the back of Jiangli's hands, her skin was torn, and it was full of scratches.

Jiang Li didn't seem to feel it.

Song Qing also panicked, "Li Li..."

The crew outside saw Jiang Li grabbing Fang Ziqing's hair and dragged her out, all frightened.

Wen Chi was the first to react, his heart was trembling, and he hurried over, and was tripped by the line on the ground.

He ran to Jiangli in embarrassment and asked dry voice: "Jianli, what's the matter? If you have something to say, don't do it..."

Jiang Li stared at the front, his eyes were dark and cold, holding Fang Ziqing towards the exit of the shooting scene.

Fang Ziqing screamed for help all the way.

Wen Chi had no choice but to follow Jiang Li and constantly persuade her to let go.

Qin Yexiao put his hand on Wen Chi's chest and directly pushed him away. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the **** scratch on the back of Jiang Li's hand, and he frowned.

"What does Jiang Li want to do?" I don't know who was the first to retrieve his voice. When he opened his mouth, his voice trembled.

"I don't know, let's go and see..."

***

Set makeup photo outside the shooting scene.

Because Feng Xiao's designers collectively worked out, the circle was shocked.

Then suddenly it came out that "Like a Dream" didn't know which God of Wealth thigh he was holding. He invested a full 200 million yuan and made a one-time payment to upgrade the production team.

The reporters are now waiting at the door with enthusiasm, wanting to get first-hand news.

At this moment, screams and screams came out from inside.

The reporters' hearts trembled at the voice, and their eyes turned away.

I saw a tall and thin figure dragging a person out.

"Fuck! This is..." A reporter took a breath after seeing their faces clearly, "Jiang Li and Fang Ziqing?"

The other reporters were even more shocked, watching this scene in disbelief.

What's the situation?

Did Jiang Li start with Fang Ziqing? !

Jiang Li dragged Fang Ziqing to the outside, saw so many reporters, the corners of his lips curled up, evil and ruthless.

Fang Ziqing's miserable screams echoed.

Acting filming, reporter, shocked and terrified, and a hint of excitement about breaking news.

A group of people quickly recovered and swarmed up, picking up the camera and shooting wildly.

"Miss Jiang Li, what are you doing?" A reporter asked the question first.

Jiang Li stood there, let them take the picture, then swept them around and laughed, "Hold the camera firmly."

The reporter looked at the evil smile on Jiang Li's face and shook his mind, "...what did you say?"

Jiang Li's smile deepened, his eyes lowered, his eyebrows were horrifying, and the pupils wrapped in the breath of death faced Ziqing's eyes.

The next second, all the reporters saw.

Under countless shots.

Jiang Li loosened Fang Ziqing's hair and slapped Fang Ziqing's face with a backhand.

Snapped-!

Qin Lin, his subordinates, and the crew members who followed were all stiffly stuck in place, dumbfounded.