January 27, 2008, at 2:00 a.m.

Exit location of BJ International Airport.

A young man about 1.8 meters tall was looking through his cell phone.

Wearing a pair of black jeans, a gray-blue sweatshirt on the upper body, and a slightly worn backpack on her shoulders.

Wearing a black baseball cap, the brim of the hat covered his face. Only the most familiar fans could tell at a glance that this is the only Chinese in the SJ team, Xu Hui!

"Brother Wen, it's me, Xu Hui, I just got off the plane."

"It's not an event, I...I want to terminate the contract!"

"Yes, it's just unilateral termination. At worst, you can pay them the termination fee!"

"It's impossible for them to let me go back to China to open a personal studio! I just made this request, and our agent looked at me like a psychopath. If I hadn't been concerned about my Chinese background, I would have been slapped in the face!"

"…I certainly know that the impact on me is bad, but you are not me, you don't understand!"

"It doesn't matter. You don't want me, I'll go back to my hometown to be a teacher... OK, I'll find a hotel to contact you tomorrow."

After making the phone call, Xu Hui looked around vigilantly, most of them looked hurried, right, who would care about a young man dressed in a weird way in the middle of the night?

Just as I was about to walk forward, I suddenly heard the sound of taking pictures.

The sensitivity of his profession made him quickly lock the other person, and then he saw a woman holding a cell phone next to him taking a photo. Well, she was around 20 years old and had a nice face. Judging from the experience of Xu Hui, this person should be original!

"Hui...Hao Hui..."

This woman was a little excited.

"Shhh... Sigh down, are you my fan? Don't do that..."

Xu Hui stopped her before she screamed, and then the girl rushed over and hugged Xu Hui. Not only that, she also stretched out her mouth to block Xu Hui...

It's very tightly attached.

Dadong reacted instantly.

"Can you let me go first?"

Xu Hui begged helplessly.

"…Well, my name is Chen Farong, I am a model. I will fly with you on the same flight. I went to HG just to cheer for you SJ in person!"

"hehe…"

"By the way, Mr. Hui, where are SJ's other brothers? Why are you the only one?"

"…I'm going back to China, they didn't go with me. By the way, I'll sign you..."

Xu Hui was very tired and just wanted to rest now. Although he was strong, this was a very normal reaction. He was only 24 and was full of energy.

"OK."

The man named Chen Farong directly pulled open his shoulders, revealing a black suspender: "Just sign here!"

“…I usually don’t sign such places, only marks!”

"…Mr. Hui, the place where I live is very far away from this..."

A hint that I can understand!

Xu Hui was very tired and just wanted to rest.

Nodded decisively: "...Okay, follow me!"

About twenty minutes, Xu Hui and Chen Farong walked into the Hilton Hotel's suite one after another.

What happened next happened naturally!

...

"You're not very good either!"

“

"…I've only slept for less than ten hours in a week. What else do you think I can do?"

"...Then you sleep for a while."

Xu Hui closed his eyes.

The blush on Chen Farong's face had not yet dissipated, and she leaned on the seat next to Xu Hui.

Senior fans all know that SJ's Xu Hui is a walking hormone. Although he looks handsome, he looks a bit like a sissy at first glance, but when it comes to posture and posture, he is an expert!

Chen Farong did not lie to Xu Hui, she was indeed just to chase stars.

Of course, her job is not as simple as a model. She is just an amateur car model. Most of the time she is a reporter!

"I only slept ten hours in a week! Foreign brokerage companies are about to squeeze people to death!"

Chen Farong looked at Xu Hui who was still sleeping with a little pity.

"You said you have so many fans in China. Most of the time SJ can become popular in China is due to your contribution. Why do you have to work so hard? You have also won the Golden Records, so you should think about yourself... No, at this time, the award ceremony has just ended, do you have to unilaterally terminate the contract?"

As soon as he thought of this, Chen Farong's cheeks flushed again with excitement, and she couldn't help but gently push Xu Hui: "Xu Hui, are you going to terminate the contract with Star Museum?"

"…Um…"

Xu Hui responded in a daze.

"Are you going back to China to develop?"

"…Are you a reporter? You are not a model!"

Xu Hui woke up instantly, opened his eyes, and his eyes fixed on Chen Farong, who had just had a skin relationship with him.

"I...I am an amateur car model, and I am a reporter most of the time, working in Entertainment Weekly."

Chen Farong was frightened by his eyes and hesitated to introduce her identity.

"...Okay, I'll probably tell you. Anyway, I'll have to sue the day after tomorrow. You will definitely know at that time!"

"I am HG in 2003. You should know that I have trained for two years and SJ formed a military force in 2005. I worked with them. In the second half of 2006, I brought SJ-M to China to develop. I am very popular and have developed very well. In the past two years, I have made at least 200 million yuan for Star Museum, and less than 2 million yuan fell on me personally. That's all, the key is that they have unilaterally promoted me at least five movies and eight TV series. I... Although I am a singer, what I want to be the most is an actor, and I can't accept it!"

"I don't like HG very much. From the first day I came here, I felt that I didn't belong here. GH people are very xenophobic and like to talk big and look down on us Chinese. I really don't understand. Why are HG people so arrogant? They kneel down at any time. My father told me since I was a child that there is gold under men's knees, but I don't understand!"

"A few days ago, I suggested to the company that I might just let me return to China to develop and set up a personal studio myself. The company is unwilling. Even if I said I would let the company take over the big part, they still don't want it!"

"Also, but there are more and more conflicts between members. You also know that I am the only Chinese, so I deserve to be isolated by them!"

"After thinking about it, I don't want to continue anymore. I'm so tired!"

Xu Hui said it very briefly, but as a senior fan, Chen Farong is certainly clear about what Xu Hui said.

"…What are your plans after you return home?"

"I don't know, I'll take a break for a while. If I can't continue to be an artist, I will go back to my hometown to be a dance teacher!"

"Mr. Hui, I am an entertainment reporter, tell me the truth!"

Chen Farong smiled mysteriously.

Xu Hui looked at Chen Farong, whose lips were slightly swollen, and smiled: "I have contacted Huayi privately, and they agreed... This paragraph is not allowed to be written!"

"I know, a couple can't do what you do if you have a hundred days of gratitude!"

After hearing Xu Hui's special advice, Chen Farong scolded him unhappily.

"I'm like this, how am I?"

"Haha, they all say that you will not recognize others if you lift your pants!"

“…I am an idol, and it’s impossible to keep with everyone…”

"Okay, I didn't want to bother you... By the way, this is my phone number. You can call me if you have time!"

After saying that, Chen Farong was barefoot and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash her body.

"Let's go together!"

Xu Hui's eyes lit up and he squeezed in...
Chapter completed!