#冥夜浅走红毯耍大牌#

Those messy things inside, good guys, are definitely on the hot search every minute. When he signed in front of the camera, what he was thinking about was the analysis post he had just seen in the CP ultrasound talk.

What kind of love in the eyes can't be hidden, what green tea science, Japanese cuisine science, 95 points of natural selection learning, what is this?

The shallow night means that I don't understand.

During the distraction, she almost signed a teacher Fu to go up, and sure enough, it was nothing good to get Teacher Fu, she thought angrily.

If you really have to say why, those? Are they just to cater to popular tastes?

94 points of natural choice?

, those are all things that children play with, what's so good about it, it's better to learn to be good, he spit on him, why do fans always like to put him and Teacher Fu together.

Besides, many of these are arranged by the company.

To be honest, he was tired in those days.

Who likes to look at the person they hate with doting eyes every day?

If there is, that person can only be a shaky m, or a perverted kind.

At the end, he nodded to feel good about himself.

It was a large-scale awards ceremony where all kinds of well-known people in the circle gathered.

The dark night was led to the couch next to him by the staff in the field, and he was bored and had to take care of his hair with his hands for a while, and tidy up his collar for a while.

"Smack"

There was a crisp snapping of fingers just a few meters in front of me, ah, here it is.

The green tendons on the shallow head of the dark night couldn't help jumping, and the surface work still had to be done, so he sat down a little to the side, giving up most of the position, until the uninvited guest sat down.

He cocked Erlang's legs, trying to make himself look more imposing.

However, Mr. Fu didn't give too much attention to his extremely naïve and provocative behavior.

He just smiled at him kindly, and then watched the show to himself. Styx shivered, goosebumps crawling down the soles of his feet and up every strand of hair on his scalp.

Where is the shadow of an angel? This is clearly a demon.

I really don't know how those fans of his blow it.

Teacher Fu didn't want to pay attention to him, and in his opinion, the dark night was just a whole milky little kid, and he was still wild in front of him.

I don't get along well when I don't get into the role, I really don't know how the director sees it, but he just says that the two of them have some ulterior feelings.

even filmed and produced a tidbit of the two of them arguing on the boat for eight minutes, and then it was made a fuss by the marketing account.

#冥府 (Underworld) relationship is very poor#

Although it is true that the relationship is a little tense, although it is really annoying to have a thousand on both sides, ten thousand, or 100 million, Mr. Fu and Dark Night have to admit that when filming seriously, no one has ever been able to compare with each other's tacit cooperation.

Well, the relationship is not good, what is said is indeed the truth, the ironclad fact.

- Who made me hate him.

- Who made him so annoying to me?

Almost heartily, the two of them looked at each other, and in this battle-like look-at-all, even the air was filled with a thick smell of gunsmoke, hindered by the public place, while the camera had not yet captured them.

The last one tsk, one hummed, and stubbornly turned his head away.

- Was he looking at me just now? Tsk, how do you feel a little nauseous.

- Was he looking at me just now? Hmph, his brain is finally broken.

The sofa that was originally soft felt uncomfortable in the dark night, so I lowered my legs for a while, and then lifted it up again. He attributed all this to Teacher Fu.

He was fine before he came, why did his heart start to stir as soon as he came.

Teacher Fu was also uncomfortable, he had to dodge without a trace, for fear that if he didn't pay attention in the dark night, he would rub the dust on the hem of his white suit or suit pants.

He finally couldn't stand the shallow squirting in front of him like an ADHD child, Teacher Fu gritted his teeth, trying to keep the curvature of his mouth in a fixed state, and the sound was steadily transmitted from the depths of his throat to the ears of the shallow night.