When she woke up the next morning, Gong Qianmu found that the allergies on her face were basically gone.

It was Shao Jun who bought breakfast again.

After breakfast and getting ready to go out, Wan Bingqing called.

He said that the advertiser meeting in the morning was cancelled. The other party seemed to have signed someone else up, so that Qin Boyan could rest at home in the morning and follow his original schedule in the afternoon to attend a charity reception.

After Qin Boyan heard this, he didn't have much reaction. Anyway, he had many endorsements, so it didn't matter if he lost one.

Shao Jun was filled with indignation.

"If someone else signed the contract, they should have told us earlier. The itinerary was all arranged, but they canceled it at short notice. What the hell is that? I stayed up all night to sort out the information the night before!"

"I don't know which company intercepted Hu. Our materials have been kept very tight, and people within the company have also been hiding it. How come they were robbed?"

"Anyway, the merchants and the people who cut off the hair are not good people. They have no integrity at all. Damn it, this brand will be ruined forever."

Qin Boyan looked indifferent: "Maybe the endorsement fee is cheap."

Shao Jun thinks about it too.

Otherwise, if you don't use your top-notch fan appeal and change your contract to someone else, you will be sick.

...

The afternoon charity reception was held at the Tangka Hotel, the most upscale hotel in the city.

When they arrived, the hotel was already packed with fans from all over the world.

As soon as their car arrived, before the door had even been opened, the paintmen started screaming.

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master..."

Seeing that there were too many people at the scene, and fearing that something might go wrong, Shao Jun asked the hotel security to park the car, while he and Gong Qianmu escorted Qin Boyan into the hotel.

"Young Master, Young Master..."

The voices of the painters were deafening, Qin Boyan walked away without squinting, with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, someone shouted "Qu Zan!"

As soon as the sound fell, everyone shouted in unison: "Qu Zan, Qu Zan, Qu Zan..."

Gong Qianmu looked back subconsciously.

But no Qu Zan was found.

Shao Jun tilted his head and came over and whispered: "Did you see, this is our mortal enemy? Even the supporters have to fight with our fans."

Only then did Gong Qianmu understand.

Qu Zan did not come, or had already entered. At this time, these fans called him, but they actually did it on purpose. They deliberately called Qu Zan in front of Qin Boyan, and they also deliberately wanted to suppress the sound of the paint.

Fans from both groups have to stand facing each other.

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master..."

"Qu Zan, Qu Zan, Qu Zan..."

While competing, they were working hard and crazy, and while competing, they were shouting at the top of their lungs.

Everyone shouted until their faces turned red and their necks thickened.

"We have to make arrangements for Mr. Qin, we can't lose!"

"Keep shouting, beat Ying Qin Boyan hard!"

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master..."

"Qu Zan, Qu Zan, Qu Zan..."

There is a sea of ​​blue and a sea of ​​gold, and the swords are at war, looking like they are about to start a fight at any time.

Gong Qianmu felt the shock hurt her eardrums, but she was speechless.

It is true that she is a fan of following the real master. She saw with her own eyes the childishness of the two real masters last night.

The behavior of these two fans today also made her dumbfounded.

...

After entering the hotel, Qin Boyan went to the main venue to socialize, while Gong Qianmu and Shao Jun sat in the staff's dedicated rest area next to the door and waited.

There were many media and reporters at the scene, busy filming and interviewing.

When Qu Zan came in, Gong Qianmu was sitting in the waiting area playing with her mobile phone.

It was Qu Zan who saw her first. He took a step forward and reached out to pat her shoulder.

Gong Qianmu looked up.

When he saw it was him, he stood up and said, "Mr. Qu."

Qu Zan looked at her face: "I was just planning to send a message to ask if your allergy is gone."

"It's ready."

Shao Jun was on the side, looking at the two of them in astonishment.

"Are you free tonight? I would like to treat Miss Gong to a meal. Thank you Miss Gong for helping me yesterday." Qu Zan didn't even look at Shao Jun and continued to stare at Gong Qianmu.

"No time." Gong Qianmu replied quickly and simply.

Qu Zan didn't have much surprise. He smiled and nodded: "Well, we will contact you when you are free. I will go in first."

After saying that, he pulled up his long legs and walked inside, but Gong Qianmu suddenly called out: "Mr. Qu."

Qu Zan stopped and turned around.

Gong Qianmu pursed her lips slightly: "Um... let's not contact you anymore. You and Master Qin are rivals. We are not suitable to be friends. I'm sorry."

Qu Zan: "..."

Shao Jun: "..."

Others on the side also said: "..."

Even the media reporters who were following Qu Zan while filming were a little dumbfounded.

So straightforward?

Qu Zan obviously didn't expect that she would say such a thing. His expression paused, then he curved his lips and smiled politely: "I understand."

Then he left.

Shao Jun gave Gong Qianmu a thumbs up: "Werewolf, cow beer!"

Gong Qianmu said nothing and sat back.

She knew what she said was unpleasant, but she felt it was necessary to speak clearly.

Since the two are rivals, whether they are the protagonist or the fans, they are so incompatible. As a bodyguard of one, how can she become friends with the other?

What the two companies would think, what the fans on both sides would think, it was hard for the two principals to think about it. Qin Boyan was obviously angry last night, she could feel it.

Moreover, maybe because she became Qin Boyan's bodyguard, became his subordinate, became his person, she obviously felt that she was a little protective of her shortcomings, and even had a bit of a fan mentality.

It's the mentality of "since you and your fans have bad words for my Qinbo, it's impossible for me to have a good impression of you".

...

In the venue, people are dressed in fragrant clothes, with glasses and cups intertwined.

Handsome men and beautiful women in rich costumes, holding goblets in hand, shuttled among them, chatting, laughing, socializing, and socializing, either in twos or threes or in groups of four or five.

"Hello, Mr. Qin, I am Jiang Quan, a reporter from the News and Entertainment Channel of City A TV station. Can you spare Mr. Qin two minutes for an interview?"

Qin Boyan turned to look at him, holding the wine glass in his big, knuckled hand, swinging it lazily and casually, showing his elegance and dignity: "What do you want to ask?"

Seeing him say this, Jiang Quan's eyes were filled with joy.

You must know that this man is notoriously difficult to interview. He receives almost no response from random interviews. He sometimes refuses to cooperate with scheduled interviews. Today, he gave an unprecedented response.

He quickly motioned to the camera behind him.

Many reporters nearby saw this and gathered around because of this rare opportunity.

Jiang Quan cleared his throat: "Master Qin, do you think Mr. Qu Zanqu is my opponent?"

Everyone around was startled.

Is it such a sharp question to ask?

Qin Boyan obviously didn't expect that this was what he was asking. He was silent for a moment and curled his lips: "I only focus on myself and not others."

That's right...

Emotional intelligence is extremely high, and it's like never replying.

"But Miss Gong, the bodyguard of the young master just now, said in front of Mr. Qu Zan that he and the young master are rivals, so they are not suitable to be friends. What does the young master think of this?"

As Jiang Quan said this, he took out his mobile phone, swiped a few times, clicked on a video, and showed it to Qin Boyan.

Qin Boyan reached out and took it, holding it in his hand to look at it.
To be continued...