Metropolitan Super Deity

However, Wang Ziming is not so easy to deal with. Behind him is the Dou family. Although Yanjing is not easy to provoke, the Dou family is even more difficult to provoke, because the power of the Dou family is in our Yanzhao.

Producer Yang is right. We can't afford to offend both parties. We have to find a compromise.

By the way, why not make the voting system of the semi-finals and finals public, and vote with soft girl coins, and the money from fans' votes will be donated to charity in the name of the program group. In this way, the program's With their fame, they will not offend the two of them, and rely on their own ability to grab the first place. What do you think?

That's a good idea, Lao Yang, I really have you! Let them make a wish and suffer, and let's watch the fun in the middle, and the fish pond will not be affected, and we can get a good name for charity in the end.

That's it, I'll go and release the news through the media right away.

...

Half an hour later, Wang Ziming was suddenly woken up by a despicable phone call.

Damn it! Despicable, what time is it? You almost scared me to death when you called.

It's getting late, you should get up and go to the TV station. Also, today's voting system has changed. Fans vote with soft sister coins. Whoever gets the most votes will be able to enter the finals.

What are you kidding me about? I just gave 10 million to Producer Yang of the TV station yesterday, and he agreed to let me enter the finals to be the champion. Why is it backtracking now?

It's normal. I told you a long time ago that Jiang Yingxue is not easy to mess with. You just don't believe it, do you believe it now? Jiang Yingxue's backstage is tough. There is no benefit in fighting her.

Damn it, this bitch. But I'm not afraid, I have a lot of fans who are brain-dead and stupid. Even if I drip two drops of blood from my finger, they will go crazy for me and donate money to me desperately. Now Wouldn't it be easy for me to be the champion? They were smart enough to be misled by their cleverness. It's just a pity that they let this group of old guys make an extra fortune.

You don't have to worry about that. They don't dare to do this blatantly, saying that the money will be used for charity.

It doesn't matter, I will go to the TV station, the finals, and even the championship, I am determined to win!

At 9 o'clock in the morning, several stars who participated in the competition came to the TV station one after another. Everyone has their own lounge and dressing room, and no one else is allowed to enter here. Ling Fei and Mu Qingcheng bought audience tickets for the recording scene and went to the auditorium to wait for Jiang Yingxue to appear.

Jiang Yingxue was still practicing the song, waiting for the make-up artist to come to make up for herself. Not long after, the door opened slightly, and Jiang Yingxue didn't turn her head back. While memorizing the tune, she said:

It's Miss Bai. I'll put on makeup later. I'm not very good at handling some tunes.

But after speaking, no one answered, she couldn't help being a little puzzled, she frowned, looked back, and met Wang Ziming's eyes.

At this time, the distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters, Wang Ziming looked like a peerless and warm man, and put on a sunny smile self-righteously.

In his heart, he was slightly proud.

‘Little bitch, it seems that this handsome guy still doesn’t want you in his pocket? When the time comes, I watch this game, who else is my opponent? '

But Jiang Yingxue didn't do what he thought. Instead, she was taken aback and immediately backed away full of vigilance.

Wang Ziming, what are you doing in my room?

There was a slight embarrassment on Wang Ziming's face, but he quickly hid it, took out a rose from behind, and said with a faint smile:

It's about to play, I'm worried that you're nervous, so I came to see you and send you flowers, I hope you like it.

Jiang Yingxue said indifferently:

Thank you, but I don't need it, and I don't want others to misunderstand you. Please take back your flowers. The competition is about to start, and I want to recite the score again. Please leave.

There was a flash of sternness in Wang Ziming's eyes, but he hid it once again.

Jiang Yingxue, to be honest, in fact, my young master has admired you for a long time. Our Wang family is a big family in Yanzhao. If you treat me well, I will never treat you badly. In the future, you will be the young mistress of the Wang family. I guarantee that you are popular, drink spicy food, and have a lot of resources. If you climb slowly here, when will you be the top? Everyone knows that in our business, we eat youth rice, how much youth can you waste? I....

enough!

Before Wang Ziming finished speaking, Jiang Yingxue stopped him in a cold voice, saying:

Wang Ziming, you can leave gracefully. You should take those useless farts of yours back and leave them to your mother.

There was a ferocious look on Prince Ming's handsome face.

Fuck! I'm looking at you, it's for your face, you ignore me so much? Do you really think I'm Wang Ziming, is it made of mud?

what you up to?

What to do? I'm going to fuck you now!

Wang Ziming made a tiger leap, stepping on Jiang Yingxue's sofa and pounced on him.

But just as he landed in front of Jiang Yingxue, before his feet touched the ground, Jiang Yingxue sneered, quickly rolled up the sheet music in his hand, and then stabbed him hard in the crotch!

Aww~!

Wang Ziming's face changed on the spot, tears and snot were scratched, his face was more exciting than sugar, oil, soy and vinegar spilled.

Jiang Yingxue didn't use much strength, but Wang Ziming himself was still on the way of falling, so his own weight also increased the damage of the attack.

He clutched his crotch on the spot in pain, bent over, his body trembling and unable to move.

Jiang Yingxue took the rolled up notebook tube again and slammed it on his head.

ah--!

Wang Ziming immediately covered the back of his head with one hand, feeling extremely painful.

Hmph! Just because you're a brat, you dare to get Miss Ben's idea. Back then, when my husband was robbing the whole world of martial arts sects, you didn't know where to fall in love with the little girl, idiot.

Wang Ziming looked at Jiang Yingxue full of resentment and said:

Well, Jiang Yingxue, you dare to be so cruel to me. Just wait, I will never let you go lightly. You are dead! You are dead!

You still dare to threaten me? I think you haven't endured enough. Come again.

Jiang Yingxue clapped the rolled up book and knocked hard again.

The book was rolled up like a wooden stick, and it hurt when it was smashed. In addition, Jiang Yingxue also had a little practice, and her strength was stronger than that of an ordinary man. Wang Ziming screamed again and again, put his head in his hands, and fled in a hurry.

When he opened the door, Jiang Yingxue kicked him hard, directly on his ass, and kicked him to the wall of the opposite corridor, making the whole person come into intimate contact with the wall.

After finishing, Jiang Yingxue spat and closed the door heavily.

Wang Ziming was so painful that he almost collapsed.

Okay... well, you Jiang Yingxue, the relationship between the two of us is finally settled. If my young master won't let you beg me on your knees, I won't be called Wang Ziming.