[Rebirth] The little milk bag of the sick and charming president is soft and delicious

Layers of black curtains block all light from the outside.

Mo Zhixi was curled up on the bed, he was digging at the corner of the phone with his fingertips, his eyes were dazed.Under the glare of the white light on the screen, he looked pale and ghostly.

What stayed on the phone interface was his fallen Weibo, which was gaining thousands of fans every second.It's a pity that they are all black fans.

Mo Zhixi looked at the blood-red dots floating in the message column on the Weibo interface without blinking, and watched the familiar or unfamiliar IDs in the comment area staged a good "verbal criticism" there.

A popular tweet suddenly appeared in front of Mo Zhixi's eyes, and he opened his eyes that seemed to be glued together with difficulty, and read every single word.

#新秀娱乐记: On how the 38-line small artists fought hard and successfully stood out...#

Suddenly, Mo Zhixi smiled.The smile hanging on the corner of his mouth was only half raised, and then stopped abruptly.

From time to time, the mobile phone interface would pop up an information window, and the voice was like a rope from the god of death, strangling between Mo Zhixi's neck, with such force that it could break a fragile bone.

Mo Zhixi seemed to be out of breath. He curled up, pinched his neck with both hands, and breathed heavily.Tears soaked the corners of his eyes, and he looked like a stranded fish.

With trembling hands, he slid through the phone book little by little.This long list contains everything he has paid in the past two years in the entertainment industry.

In the end, his fingertips landed on a number marked Yu Zeshen, and Mo Zhixi's fingertips hung in the air, hesitating for a long time before landing.

The phone beeped twice, followed by a rigid female voice, and finally a busy tone.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

The busy tone seems to have broken the last straw.The smile hanging on the corner of Mo Zhixi's mouth gradually drooped, and in the middle of the smile, the smile dropped abruptly.

The corners of his eyes became more and more red, and the light in the bottom of his eyes dimmed like a candle that had burned to the end.

Like a cub, he grabbed a corner of his clothes, and buried his head in his arched embrace.

The feeling of being hugged by herself made Mo Zhixi gradually forget the discomfort in her body.

The busy tone faded, and the glaring white light on the phone screen dimmed with time.Mo Zhixi's trembling body also became stable, and the whimper that seemed to be squeezed out of her throat finally stopped abruptly...

Outside, the door was smashed open.Someone ran over in a panic, but Mo Zhixi didn't know about all of this.

At the banquet in Kyoto, the restless music is like beating drums.

When Mo Zhixi woke up in a daze, he saw a feast of lights and demons dancing wildly.

Obediently, the hands placed on the knees of both legs were sore and numb.Before she had time to pinch her lips, the smooth rim of the wine glass was placed on her lips.

In the wine glass, the bright red wine was shaking.Under the extravagant lights, there is a bewitching luster.

Mo Zhixi's round eyes suddenly tightened, and a sense of doubt as if he had known each other flashed in his dark dark eyes.

The liquor continued to sway, and Mo Zhixi's memory was peeled away bit by bit. This scene was not the same as the grand banquet when he first entered the entertainment industry.

At the Hongmen banquet, he was forced to drink the wine that was brought to his lips, and the liquid entered his throat, burning hot.He saw everything after that on the news the next day.

#世界晚下，娱乐场上跑. Bed New Star#

#咸猪手跑美享狐狐#

……

That banquet was the beginning of all his nightmares.Now, the nightmare is repeating itself.

Mo Zhixi turned her head to look at the director who was smiling narrowly, and the salty pig's hand on her waist.

He didn't know where the courage came from, and he stood up abruptly, and glared at Director Jiang with bright eyes like a deer's slamming.

The director is well-known and well-known in the circle.Only his pair of salty pig's hands matched his talent, those pig's hands were so salty.

"Xiao Zhi! I know, you young people love beauty. It's a pity that beauty can't give you anything."

Director Jiang shook the wine, and he inevitably smiled obscenely.

This Mo Zhixi is poor and white, with no reputation and confidence, except for that good-looking face, which fits the mainstream of milky niche in today's market.

The other ones are just little bugs and ants that can be manipulated at will.

Mo Zhixi's memory fell into chaos. For a moment, he felt that he was still lying in that dilapidated rental house, facing the scarlet red on Weibo.For another moment, he seemed to be back where it all started.

I saw that Director Jiang who pushed him into the first abyss again.

Jiang Yi's face was full of fat intestines, and his squinted eyes revealed the yellow light of the upper brain of a sperm. He was holding the wine and approached Mo Zhixi step by step.

There was an extremely disgusting smirk on his face, looking at the white and tender child, it was as if he saw the delicate white body on the black bed sheet.

For a boy of this age, just coming out of the practice room, it is a good time for his body to be delicate and soft.

It's also quite exhausting to play.

Mo Zhixi had always been timid, and his eyes for help fell on the other people in the box, but everyone seemed to be blind, and picked up the wine glass on their own, hiding the ugly appearance of indifference.

When the salty taste of the salted pork knuckle was like a lump of sticky snot, Mo Zhixi suddenly picked up the wine bottle on the table, closed his eyes, and shook the bottle...

Accompanied by a few bangs from the wine bottle hitting his head, Mo Zhixi was trembling all over, his eyes filled with tears, and he backed away like a frightened fawn.

The box fell into deathly silence for a moment, only outside the box, music like a drum beating came in through the closed door.