Chapter 313 This paparazzi probably wants to die

When Bae Joo-hyun walked off the stage, she realized that there were no noisy teammates around her.

She looked back and saw the obvious red at the other end of the stage.

Oops, I subconsciously followed Do Hwan and ended up going in the wrong direction.

Bae Joo-hyun glanced at the staff next to her guiltily, hoping that they didn't notice that she came down from this side.

Jiang Zhaohuan, who was standing next to him, withdrew his gentleman's hand in time, and when the surrounding artists came to greet him, he also responded politely.

"Zhaohuan, I'm going back to my own waiting room first."

"Nee, see you another day."

Jiang Zhaohuan returned to the waiting room and began to pack up his things and prepare to leave.

He has already told his agent Che Chunhao that he will have dinner with friends he hasn't seen for a long time tonight.

When Che Chunhao heard this, he subconsciously asked about his friend's gender. After hearing that it was a male, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to receive the bad news that Do Hwan and his female friend were on the hot search list when he was enjoying the night view of Singapore.

For an actor, falling in love during his rising period can be a bit painful.

After Jiang Zhaohuan packed his things, he took out his cell phone to check the message from Lao Song.

After asking the backstage staff, he rushed to the side door parking lot. Before he could look for the license plate number, a black Maybach stopped in front of him.

The driver's door opened, and Song Si Hyuk, who was wearing a black suit, threw the car keys high up and said:

"You drive, I've already entered the address into the car navigation."

"You think I'm your driver?"

Song Shihe calmly sat in the passenger seat and waited for his son to get into the car before saying:
"Why? I'm treating you to a meal, is there a problem with you driving for me?"

"No problem, it's my honor to be your driver."

Song Shihe lowered his head and smiled slightly. His son became much more lively.

Compared to when I lived in the UK, I have more vigor and energy that young people should have.

Letting him live on the peninsula was really the right choice.

Jiang Zhaohuan drove skillfully, and when he returned to the UK during the Chinese New Year, he also took the opportunity to obtain an international driver's license.

Now he can drive smoothly in Singapore.

In less than twenty minutes' drive, we arrived at a restaurant that looked rather expensive.

The two parked the car at the door, and a special driver helped park the car in a nearby parking lot.

In order to save time, Jiang Zhaohuan has not even changed out of his white suit. In this extremely private membership restaurant, there is no need to worry about paparazzi coming to take pictures.

He calmly took off his mask and followed Lao Song to the second floor until they entered a small private room.

Song Shi Hyuk had come to this restaurant to eat when he was discussing business. He handed the menu directly to Do Hwan and said calmly:

"Just order whatever you like, this one tastes good."

"Then I won't be polite."

For a high-end restaurant like this, the portions of each dish are very small.

So when Jiang Zhaohuan ordered the dishes, he also ordered a meal for four people. After all, he had been hungry for a long time in order to look good on camera.

Scallops in bisque, Scottish lobster, pigeon leg confit, king crab, roasted bresaola chicken and slow-cooked wagyu beef.

He was not very interested in appetizers and ordered several main courses without caring at all about how much the meal would cost.

Anyway, it's Old Song who's treating. If he can't afford it, then this restaurant will be destroyed.

Song Si Hyuk wasn't really hungry, but seeing that Do Hwan had ordered so much, he simply ordered himself a portion of grilled golden fish with shiitake mushrooms.

He and his son have opposite tastes.

One really doesn't like fish, and the other really likes fish.

Song Shihe elegantly picked up the napkin to cover the corner of his mouth and said:

"You will most likely be invited to the Milan Fashion Show in the near future." "Now that you've said that, isn't that a definite fact?"

Jiang Zhaohuan guessed that Gucci would invite him to the show. He put down his fork and asked curiously,

"When I first debuted, you gave me so many fashion resources. Aren't you afraid that the outside world will find out about our relationship?"

Song Shihe raised his eyes and glanced at his son, and said in a deep voice:
"So what if it's exposed? Is it because I can't face it, or is it because you can't show it to others?"

Jiang Zhaohuan blinked his eyes and felt that what Lao Song said made sense.

He was reluctant to reveal his identity at first, simply because he wanted to make a name for himself and didn't want some people to look at him with tinted glasses.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaohuan couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth and said in a mean way:
"That must be because you are not worthy of being seen."

"..."

Song Shi Hyuk's hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment. If he didn't want to ruin his steady image, he really wanted to pour the wine out.

He glared at her unhappily and chose to remain silent.

The meal was over in a short time.

Song Shi Hyuk has to leave by plane early tomorrow morning, and Jiang Zhaohuan is embarrassed to keep talking to him for a long time.

After returning to his role as rickshaw driver and sending Lao Song back to his hotel, he hailed a taxi and returned to his own hotel.

Wash, take a foot bath, apply facial mask, wash face and brush teeth, and go to bed.

What Jiang Zhaohuan didn't expect was that he received a series of life-threatening calls after only a few hours of sleep.

He crawled out of the bed with a messy hair and directly pressed the hands-free button.

Before he had the chance to ask who the other person was, Che Chunhao's voice came out impatiently, and what he said made his head buzz.

"Zhaohuan, wake up! How can you have a tryst with a man? You might as well go out to dinner with the opposite sex. How can I do PR for you!!!"

Jiang Zhaohuan narrowed his eyes and his brain briefly entered sleep mode.

What did Chunhao brother just say?
Man, tryst, huh?
The corner of his mouth twitched suddenly, and he raised his voice to ask the other party to calm down.

"Brother, stop rapping and listen to me!"

"Okay, you say."

Che Chunhao's voice was clearly filled with tears.

He didn't expect that after enjoying the night view and having a good sleep, he would be disturbed by the director of the company's public relations department.

I originally thought that the PR director was exaggerating a bit, but after seeing the content of the news, I almost died.

[Jiang Zhaohuan has a tryst with a mysterious man and sends him back to the hotel intimately. ]

What kind of title is this?

Wait? The date was with a man?!
This is also the reason why Cha Chunhao called Do Hwan right away, he almost burst into tears on the spot.

When Jiang Zhaohuan opened Naver's trending search, his face turned ugly when he saw the content above.

You said I was angry, right? I didn't seem that angry.

You say you want to laugh... But it seems hard to laugh when you're having a scandal with your own father.

In particular, the paparazzi who wrote this report used the word "can't wait" to describe himself going on a date as soon as he finished work.

I wonder what Lao Song would think when he sees the report.

Well, this paparazzi probably wants to die.

Jiang Zhaohuan rolled his eyes speechlessly before explaining:

"That's not some tryst."

"what is that?"

"That's my dad."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)