"Officer Feng, you..." Qiao Ziyan, who had just arrived at the bathroom, grabbed Lao Feng and took him to the dressing room, locking the door.

Qiao Ziyan took out her cell phone and made a few phone calls, and asked someone to handle the matter. Old Feng sat blankly on the chair and was too lazy to say a word.

"These two people are not dead, they are sent to the ambulance. I will help you with the rest, but..." Qiao Ziyan looked at Feng Ziming, "Officer Feng, can you explain it?"

Feng Ziming smiled coldly: "There is nothing to explain. Thank you for helping me with it. Big star, you are really capable. Otherwise, I will deal with it myself, it will be very troublesome."

Qiao Ziyan's face was not very good-looking, and she stopped talking. After thinking about it, she still asked: "Why are you...why are you going to peek at my agent in the bathroom?"

"Oh," it turned out that fat woman was her agent. Lao Feng smiled, "I'm anxious to pee," he thought it was wrong, and said again, "I'm anxious to pee, but it's not just a peek to solve the problem of pee."

No wonder his face was always wrong. It turned out that it was because of the urge to urinate, and Officer Feng's behavior was so simple and cute. Qiao Ziyan wanted to laugh a little, but she held back: "It's that simple?"

Feng Ziming shrugged: "Believe it or not, by the way, is the fat woman okay?"

"It's okay, she's thick-skinned," Qiao Ziyan smiled, "Besides, your kick didn't use much force, but why do you want to kick her? She's a girl, really... "

"I really have no grace, right? I just don't grace, I just want to kick her. Are you satisfied?" Old Feng thought that the person who has the courage to kick my "second brother" does not exist in this world. Regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, she will be cheaper when he kicks her.

Police Officer Feng is really more and more like a hooligan. However, when he was in the hotel before, he was able to even attack me, not to mention the fat woman agent who looked arrogant and unpleasant. When she met this police officer who was not in the rules, she was considered unlucky. Qiao Ziyan said helplessly: "How come the two security guards have provoked you? You are so cruel to take action?"

"Is this called cruel?" Old Feng smiled faintly, "I even said I couldn't explain, but I still asked me to explain. Are you having ear problems or your brain is moldy?"

I helped him deal with the aftermath and spoke so hard. I didn't owe him in my previous life, so Qiao Ziyan looked unhappy.

Seeing Qiao Ziyan getting angry and looking so beautiful, Old Feng couldn't help but sigh that the creation was fascinating, famous, beneficial, and beautiful, and a little clever. He had everything taken over by this woman. God is really biased, so he snapped his fingers twice to attract her attention and said with a smile: "By the way, if I ask you why you want to help me, will it look a little pretending?"

"Yes!" Qiao Ziyan thought for a while, "You let me go in the hotel that time, and I will help you once on the TV station this time. It's very fair. No one owe anyone."

"Haha, big star, it seems you still have to play a secret battle with me, okay! I'll leave first."

"Wait, you haven't told me what you are doing on TV?"

By the way! Old Feng suddenly walked to Qiao Ziyan's chair, held the chair handle tightly with his hands, forcing her into a small space and unable to move. He stared at her two charming eyes as he got closer and closer, and said gently: "Come to attend your fan club, I have admired you for a long time, for a long time. The most proud identity in my life is your super FANS. If God asks me how long I am willing to follow you, I will tell him that ten thousand years... is not enough, twenty thousand years is just a blink of an eye, three...uh...ah...ah...you...you..."

Qiao Ziyan has never been so close to any man. At this moment, each other's breathing was connected. The words said by Old Feng's sincere eyes made her feel a little moved. Qiao Ziyan bit her lip and said shyly: "I understand Officer Feng, but can you not get so close?"

"Uh... OK," Lao Feng then stood up and swallowed, "I'm rude, I'm sorry, because I'm so excited to see you, you... you..." Lao Feng gritted his teeth, finally plucked up the courage, closed his eyes and said nervously, "Can you sign for me... a name?" After holding up these ashamed words in one breath, Lao Feng really wanted to find a hole to drill down.

"Ah?" Qiao Ziyan was also stunned. She knew that the police officer who thought about three levels would set a trap to let herself dance at any time. Although Feng Ziming's "performance" just now was so exciting that it made people feel very touched, she didn't really take it seriously. Seeing that Feng Ziming was really asking for an autograph, she couldn't help but be surprised. This was not the style of the person she knew and the one Hong Master knew. It was so strange!

"I really want my signature?"

For Su Qingqing's words, "You will never lie to me, right?", and for his promise, Lao Feng nodded like a garlic: "Yeah."

It seemed real, Qiao Ziyan suddenly had a stubborn heart and said with a smile: "I won't help people sign autographs now. This is how you are here to participate in a fan club. There will be a fan interaction session during the later program, and the winner's prize will be a CD signed by me. You can compete."

"No need, you... just sign one for me." Old Feng smiled bitterly, what a bullshit fan interaction, would you still be embarrassed when I get old?

Qiao Ziyan shrugged: "Then I can't help either. By the way, the fans will start soon. Go and find a good place."

Only then did Old Feng remember that Lin Siqi had asked him to come. He wouldn't have been waiting for his collapse, so he waved his hand and ran out without saying a word. He ran to the studio and suddenly thought, "She can be late for half a day, why can't I be late?" He simply shook his hand slowly to the entrance of the TV station.

There was still a crowd at the entrance of the TV station, and the FANS, which had no tickets, still did not disperse, and they formed a gang and sang Qiao Ziyan's songs.

Old Feng saw Lin Siqi standing under the street light at a glance. The little girl obviously went home and dressed up carefully. She looked like a noble princess. Several "evil wolf" next to her looked at her with green eyes. If there weren't more people than dogs at this time, she would have come forward to grab food.

If she wanted to blame me for being late, I would blame her instead. Anyway, she was late first. Old Feng walked over with his head held high and was ready to be scolded first. But Lin Siqi jumped over to meet him as soon as she saw him, without any intention of blaming him. Her smile was as bright as the peach blossoms in March. She took the initiative to hold Lao Feng's hand and smiled: "Come on, let's go in quickly, the fan meeting will begin soon."

Lin Siqi did not blame her, but when she held hands, Lao Feng was a little at a loss, so she had to smile foolishly and walked in.

Lin Siqi took Lao Feng into the main entrance of the No. 3 studio. Some staff members nodded and greeted her when they saw her, as if they were very familiar with her.

The studio is not inferior to the entrance of the TV station. The arranged seats are all full, and there are still many FANS people standing like they are crowded. Lin Siqi and Lao Feng finally made a bloody road and squeezed in. When they arrived at the area closest to the stage, there were two seats in the middle of the first row. It was obvious that the little girl had already reserved it.

As soon as he sat down, smoke spewed out around the stage. A middle-aged man with a long beard jumped onto the stage and blew the whistle in his mouth. The shed became a little quieter.

Old Feng shook his head and said to Lin Siqi: "Your TV station is too unstable. Look at this ugly monster. Although the appearance cannot be changed, the clothes are worn... tsk, such rustic leather shoes are not wiped, and the rickshaw driver's jacket is all worn, and his hair has not been washed for a few days. How much oil can be produced by squeezed? Although the important thing for the host is language expression ability and connotation, he must do the show without slimming. Pay attention to the image of the host."

"She will host Zi Yan's fans themselves," Lin Siqi couldn't help laughing and crying, "Feng SIR's comments are really pertinent, this is the director."

"Director...uh..." Old Feng blushed with a rare look, "Ahem, this director is really good, he has acted like the host."
Chapter completed!