Jingle bells.

The bell of death rang.

Mr. Wang picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Wang Xiansen, your goose Xiao Wang is searching for me in my search."

The voice was very funny, but Mr. Wang's fat body still trembled.

"Mu ...... Daybreak? ”

Chixiao threw the phone to him and jumped out of the SUV by himself.

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This person has just finished shooting the poster, and the whole set of looks is worth 55,000, and the edges of the trench coat are handsome.

The legs wrapped in the black suit used force in vain, kicking the person at his feet half a meter out.

Chixiao has a Nikon on his left hand and a Canon on his right.

"What did you shoot it with?"

Xiao Wang trembled for a long time and didn't spit out a word.

He went downstairs to buy a brioche bun, and suddenly his eyes were dark, and he was tied to the underground parking lot.

What kind of circle do you think you're messing with? Dare to be so arrogant!

"You...... Don't be too arrogant, you're a star, you would do such a thing? ”

Chixiao's black sunglasses don't have any feelings.

"Don't choose? Okay, too. ”

Syllable.

Both smashed.

The hero was so hurt that his heart and liver only twitched, he bought these two himself, and there were cartoon stickers bought by his daughter on them.

Mu Chen...... You remember for me, if you have the ability, you will kill me......"

A bloodied student ID fell lightly in front of him, and half of the girl's smiling face in the double ponytail was covered in blood.

"Huh?"

"Ah!! Daughter! What did you do to my daughter? ”

Chixiao raised his hand, and a severed finger rolled to his feet.

"It's nothing, it's just a casual cut."

Xiao Wang was so frightened that the three souls lost their seven souls, and immediately cried bitterly.

He just took a photo, and he regretted the existence of a third person, which destroyed him a huge manuscript fee. Unexpectedly, the colleague who wrote the manuscript had an idea, erased the third person as a passerby with a mosaic, and finally used his imagination to create a small composition of the actor's third party.

Originally, it was just a casual writing, and Mu Chen's studio would definitely be publicized, but I didn't expect this guy's 'public relations' methods to be extraordinary.

Thinking of his young daughter, Xiao Wang was born to the side of the guts, and trembled and got up.

"You...... You...... Lao Tzu fought with you. ”

Chixiao kicked him in the lower abdomen and turned back to the buggy.

With his arm on the car window, his hands are extremely beautiful, but they are fair and slender without a trace of femininity, scarlet liquid dripping from his fingertips, sharp color contrast, the picture is bloody and violent, but more beautiful.

He turned his head, and the curvature of the corners of his lips turned out to be gentle.

"Hurry home, just in time for the last meeting."

"Ahhh......hh

The crying man rushed out of the underground garage and took a taxi home, and then found her daughter sitting on the sofa watching Mu Chen's debut work "The President Falls in Love with a Sweet Little Wife".

In between advertisements, the little girl rubbed her head against the sofa.

"Ah......hh Chenchen is so handsome and wants to get married. ”

Her dad: "? ”

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Chixiao drove home, and as soon as he arrived at the door, the door opened from the inside.

"Where have you been?" The agent's head and face are insulting.

Mu Chen's delicate face, which was as delicate as an art statue, was full of excited smiles, wet wipes wiped the plasma on his fingertips, and his thin lips were raised.

"You don't care where I go, anyway, the company is not responsible for public relations, is it?"

The agent was so angry that his face was red, but he still endured it.

Mu Chen can't do anywhere, but one thing is very strong, the people are too stable, and the fans are too crazy. Traffic stars fight for fans, and fashion magazines invite them to shoot covers, and what they value is the purchasing power of fans.