The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 484 Cat-Eared Teen Idol vs. Draft Team's Petite Salted Fish 35

   He slowly let go of his hand: "I didn't expect you to have some skills."

  Shen Qingzhuo, he also has seven points of respect.

   "I will personally confirm this matter. If the song you said is wrong, lie to me, I believe you should not want to know."

   There was a hint of ruthlessness in Zhang Dao's eyes, half of his face was exposed to the light of the hotel, greedy and ugly, making people creepy.

   Yuan Qian pursed her lips tightly.

   The other party loosened her ties.

   Covering the hatred in her eyes, she didn't want to wait for a second, and hurried out.

"and many more."

The person behind    stopped her.

   Yuan Qian's steps were slightly stiff.

   Director Zhang slowly lit a cigarette, and the smoke drowned his expression.

   "I'm currently filming a TV series, and the heroine is today's three-golden actress, and it's not a loss to be a top-notch idol."

  Yuan Qian understood what he meant.

   He actually wanted her to convince Shen Qingzhuo to play the leading role in his TV series!

Director Zhang is a sleazy person in private. It is undeniable that he has a pivotal position in the director's circle. In the past few years, two TV series have exploded. Today's "Duan Ling" is produced as an old saying and a powerful IP, and the candidate for the male lead is still Not settled.

   Yuan Qian had a hint of anger in her heart.

  Why is he so shameless? !

  Shen Qingzhuo debuted for two years, and has never been involved in any film and television works. With the huge traffic of teenagers, the film and television debut. Female works are crowned with the title, and the traffic of "Duanling" will never be lacking again.

   "I'll tell him." Yuan Qian gritted her teeth in a low voice and dropped a sentence, walked out, and breathed the late night air before she came to life.

  What's next?

   Once Director Zhang finds out that she has nothing to do with Shen Qingzhuo, the lie will not be exposed.

   Yuan Qian didn't dare to think about her fate.

   In the end, it's still not popular enough, not good enough. If she has a background like Jiang Li'an, how dare Director Zhang treat her like this.

  Shen Qingzhuo...

   can only ask him for help.

  **

Film base.

The training room was huge and empty, only that person leaned on the chair, raised his head, covered his face with the documents, his long legs propped up on the ground, his ankles were very skinny, as if he had fallen asleep, and he was so angry that people dared not approach .

The breeze lifted the edge of the white document paper, and the chin that was faintly revealed as the pages flew, the line extending to the bulging and **** Adam's apple, and finally submerging into the neckline of the shirt, plated with light gold in the sun, with a depressing and languid temperament. lazy.

   was unusually quiet.

   The trainees looked at each other in dismay, and no one dared to speak up for fear of waking people up.

   Fan circles all know that this ancestor's waking up spirit is not ordinary!

   All the viewers who watched the "Limited Heart" idol boy group draft show had the honor to see the picture of the boy being dragged from the bed with a gloomy face at three or four in the morning!

It's a pity that such a misty look, sleepy eyes, messy broken hair and loose training clothes, with half of the collarbone exposed, the skin is cold and white, and the picture of holding the quilt with a cold face and looking impatient, will be repeated after the show officially ends. Didn't see it either.

  Whether it's the misty sapphire eyes when he's half-awake, and the beautiful starry sea that reveals, when he's not awake, everyone seems to be flirting, and he's hostile and romantic, cold but seductive.

   is still a picture of messy hair, thin lips biting his toothbrush and lazily leaning into the bathroom, closing his eyes and starting to wash.

Or in the training room until two o'clock in the morning, the young and solitary madman who controls everything on the stage glances at him lightly, with a faint smile on his thin lips, the sweat of the collarbone rolling down, the earring in his left ear. The reflected light, in just four months, is the white moonlight of countless fans, and the moon that is treasured in the bottom of my heart.

   is the supreme, supreme, and only moon in this world.

  The moon should be on the altar, surrounded by stars, sought after by the moonlight, and will never fall. All those who try to get close are just catching the moon in the water.

   So the eternal rule for all fans is-

  No one can pick the moon!

any.

   "Why don't you speak?"

  Jiang Li'an just went back to the dormitory to make up for her sleep. She slept darkly and felt much better. She walked over slowly, and the others motioned her to be quiet. She felt inexplicable, and when she looked up, she saw the figure on the chair.

The    smile gradually disappeared.

   "Li Li, do you call me the God of Chaos?" Someone asked tentatively.

   "Hello." Jiang Li'an didn't care as much as others, her world was divided into what she liked and what she didn't like, she walked up to Shen Qingzhuo and said, "You went to the wrong classroom!"

   The person on the chair didn't respond, and lay there lazily.

   Jiang Li'an was speechless: "Get up!"

   There is still no sound, and his posture is very leisurely, just like taking a nap in his own back garden.

  Jiang Li'an couldn't wait to use a loudspeaker to shout, how could this person be so dead in sleep, she resorted to a trick: "Your mother called you to go home for dinner!!"

  “…”

   This is not awake?

  Jiang Li'an took off the information on the boy's face angrily, and placed it on the table next to him with a snap. Breeze flipped the corner of the information and stayed on that page, which happened to be the information of the hundredth trainee.

   Name: Jiang Li'an.

Gender: Female.

   Age: 18.

   The photo is Jiang Li'an's ID photo when he was in school. At that time, the facial features were not yet open, and it was a little green, but the eyes that looked at the camera were as arrogant and arrogant as ever, and they became more and more intense with age.

  Jiang Li'an took a look, his face was a little weird, but he wasn't ashamed to think that Shen Qingzhuo stopped on this page, but he was not very comfortable.

  What the hell.

   I used to scold her on the first stage, but now I'm asleep, I don't think I'll scold her at her photos.

  Jiang Li'an closed the document, out of sight and out of mind, and leaned into his ear and shouted, "Are you hibernating?"

The sunlight outside the window is a bit dazzling. Without the cover of pen, ink and paper, it fell on the boy's face without reservation. It seemed to glow, and the skin showed a cold texture of white, such as the ice and snow that appeared in summer, and the ice rose that grew in the abyss. , itself is an existence that can only be looked up to and cannot be retained.

  Long black eyelashes seemed to sense discomfort, trembled, curved like butterfly wings, and slowly opened his eyes.

  The dazzling sun shines into the deep blue and deep eyes, inlaying the pupils with dazzling gold, just like the sunrise drowned in the deep sea, mysterious and fascinating.

He clicked his tongue, raised his hand impatiently, and blocked his eyes. The blood vessels dormant under his skin were illuminated by the sunlight, which was a little obvious. His phalanges were slender and sexy, and the wrist bones under the white shirt were thin and gloomy. There is still a bit of dumbness.

   "You're here calling—" Isn't that the end of it?

   One side of the eyes, the forehead hit the other's forehead unexpectedly.

   The girl's squeamish brows and eyes were reflected in the bottom of her eyes, her blushing lips were very close, and she was squatting on the ground to observe him, holding her chin with one hand, peach blossom's eyes were a little big, her back was facing the light, and her pupils were shining.

   covered his forehead with pain, took a few steps back, and whispered in disbelief, "Work injury, this is a work injury!"

  Shen Qingzhuo's voice stopped, he swallowed abruptly, and turned on the tip of his tongue and replaced it with another casual sentence.

   (end of this chapter)