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

As soon as the dirty bun over there came, he got the hot face of the actor.This made Li Qingyao's teeth itch.

She kept secretly thinking about the dinner that day, she dressed up carefully and smiled shyly at Mr. Yu.

However, such a smile like a fairy scattered flowers was defeated by the sitting posture of this filthy old man.

As long as Li Qingyao recalls this dirty thing, that day she spread her legs and put them between Mr. Yu's legs, shaking extremely restlessly...

That unruly appearance made Li Qingyao extremely sour.

Mo Zhixi thinks that he has no advantages, but there is one skill he has been boasting for a long time, which is his photographic memory.It was impossible for him to forget Li Qingyao's face with layers of makeup and powder.

This woman wants to compete with him for Lao Gong!

Immediately, Nai Baozi turned his back to the camera and stared at him viciously, with a small function of grinning.

Li Qingyao was furious.

The great director stroked his stubble, took into account the actions of the actors one by one, and immediately raised a loudspeaker cheerfully without turning on the stereo.

"Teachers, let's draw a lottery. There are colors at the end of the lottery, and the color is the group. Come on, come on."

The director was holding a rather large lottery tube, and there were probably only five sticks in it, but he wanted to make such a big formation.

Although everyone has the same probability of getting each lottery in the lottery container, people always feel that they are at a disadvantage if they fall last.

So when they all secretly quickened their pace and squeezed forward.Mo Zhixi squatted on the ground, raised his head, and rubbed the big mud on his hands.

That complacent appearance, coupled with the vulgar movements, made everyone on and off the field laugh and shake their heads.

"A group of ordinary people, Weier is so noble..."

This is the few seconds of delay used in post-editing, and the golden dirty bun language added to Nai Xi on the screen is quite rustic, but it doesn't prevent the dirty bun from rubbing mud.

"Naixi." The chief director suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Mo Zhixi was rubbing happily.

"Draw a lottery, and then go over there and change your clothes, children, you can't always bear the dirty mud."

The director was quite sincere when he said this, and the audience in front of the TV almost believed it.The one who just took the walkie-talkie and yelled to follow me to take more pictures of Nai Xi's embarrassment, who is that bastard again.

"Draw lots? Oh! Draw lots!"

Before Nai Baozi could react, he was hitting his butt on the ground, clasping his hands together, shaking left and right, speaking plausibly.

"Sky Lingling, Earth Lingling, Immortal Ah Shen quickly manifest...quickly manifest! Give me divine power!"

After Nai Baozi finished reciting the incantation, he seemed to be sure of the winning ticket. He immediately held the lottery tube and put a hand in it. Before he could touch the lottery, he suddenly came to his senses.

Four guests, shaking two yellow and two red sticks, then he...

If not, black sign!The black one is as black as the skin of milk buns.

The director laughed out loud, and the scene staff sprinkled flowers~

Amidst the joy, Mo Naixi lowered her head and shrugged her shoulders.

Jie Jie Jie-

He, Mo Heixi, is making his official debut, wait a minute, just wait until the shit goes away.

This kind of psychology is unknown to everyone.No one knows that Mo Zhixi, who hides under the skin of the white and tender buns, is a little bastard with a dark stuff.Everyone really treated them as little milk buns and were frightened.

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Naturally, the programs for playing games don’t shoot too much pre-preparation waste. When Mo Zhixi changed his clothes and followed the team leader to the entrance of the game, he couldn’t hold back his inner excitement. Before he had time to avoid the camera, he let out two "hey-hey".

The "hehe" smile of the well-behaved milk bun surprised the audience in front of the screen. It seems that Nai Xi... took the wrong script.Shouldn't it be screaming?

"Young master, I'll go in later. You walk alone. This is your task card. Follow the instructions and you will be able to come out."

The brother who led the team silently felt sorry for the milky white and tender baby in front of him, hey, such a good and pure cub, how will he complete the task then.

Mo Zhixi didn't know that a bunch of staff around him were worried that he might walk away crying.

He is a freshly baked steamed stuffed bun, and he is holding back a burst of heat, so he is not afraid that the steaming will be too strong and the stuffing will be fried.

"Okay, okay, I promise to be the most beautiful cub!"

Nai Xi is very naive, Nai Xi is very courageous, and Nai Xi will "slap" her face later...

This is almost everyone agrees.

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The big escape from the shabby room in the mountain village starts with a half-missed wooden door. I don’t know where the props set came from. Half of the wooden door is rotten and covered with moss and white fungus.

There are three entrances, and five guests gather together.

"Director, you see such a good boy, why do you have the heart to let him go alone, in case he is kidnapped..."

Lu Xi didn't want to leave with this woman Li Qingyao at all. This walk might be full of gossip searches tomorrow.

It's better to be a good boy from Mr. Yu's family, who is milky and relieves boredom.

"It's okay, director, I can do it." Mo Naixi smiled so much that she showed her eight teeth, she was so white and white that she was so sad.

Lu Xi died late and depressed.

Humming a little childhood song, Mo Naixi carried his small bag on his back, waved to the film king Lu, and then hopped "patta pata" to the path he should take.

The middle road - the road to challenge things!

——Nai Xi is super milky, her face is bloody!

—— Form a group to steal milk Xi, check in!

—— Form a group to steal milk Xi, check in +2!

—— Form a group to steal milk Xi, check in +10086!

——What a pitiful movie star Lu, Nai Xi said no

……

The barrage was harmonious, even if there were discordant voices from other fans, they would soon be drowned in Nai Xi's mighty army of milk powder.

In terms of qualifications, Mo Zhixi is a newcomer who hasn't published any works yet, but his popularity has never diminished.

Apart from the fact that Mo Zhixi really grew up in the mainstream of today's aesthetics, it was the steamed stuffed bun himself, with that ferocious breast, which really poked people.

"I am, a braised yellow chicken, yellow~stuffy~and spicy. Chicken~, I am, a pickled fish, sour~vegetable~and redundant~"

This is the Divine Comedy that Mo Zhixi was brainwashed by a pig on a certain music platform before he came here, just two sentences, but enough for this milk bun to moan for a long time.

As soon as you step into the middle road, there is an ancestral hall where incense is burned.Two tin boxes, two portraits of the emperor, surrounded by a minister!

Mo Zhixi's mind immediately recalled some harmonious scenes, the three of them "hey, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

The camera faithfully captured Mo Zhixi's custard-yellow appearance, and the flash of playfulness on that little face was captured by the audience with the [-]x lens.

——Hey yo, their pure milk buns, when did they get dyed yellow and turned into milk yellow buns.

"Master, mission card!"

The sad person who followed the big brother, this milk bun is too happy to hum, why is he not actively doing the task.

It was only then that Mo Zhixi remembered that he still had tasks to do, and immediately "Aww", took out his small card, and turned his back to the camera.

"Young master, we want to take a picture."

"Don't shoot!" Xiaonai Baozi was very domineering.

However, no matter how domineering the milk bun is, in the end, he didn't succumb to the pressure of the follower's height, and was clearly captured by the camera that poked down from the top of his head.

[Task [-]: Walk out of the ancestral hall and put on costumes]

[Task [-]: Lie in the coffin and wait]

[Task [-]: Pretend to be a ghost (commonly known as: scary)]

Follow-up: Oh, it's over!

Mo Naixi: Oh, nice!

The ancestral hall is definitely related to the two tin boxes, looking for keys or something that doesn't exist, Mo Zhixi never takes the usual path.

"Uncle." Mo Zhixi waved.

"Come here, what's the matter?"

"Light it up, I'll do something big." Mo Zhixi said "huh" at the camera, and the milky smell that overflowed the screen immediately washed away people.

After all, Mo Zhixi took out his exclusive small bag while the follower looked puzzled, and then took out his exclusive small wire from it.

Then stretch it towards the keyhole, turn it around, and with a "click", the box is opened!

Everyone inside and outside the arena was shocked, except for the extremely happy milk bun with the wire hanging up.The chief director who was far away in the base camp spewed out a sip of tea.

"Who! Where did the logistics go! Why didn't you search the bag! Don't search the bag! Fucking milk bag! Black bag! Black bag!"

The chief director was incoherent in shock.Mo Naixi jumped up and down happily.

Take the key, open the door, and start task two.Change clothes, lie in the coffin, and be scary!Hehehe - he loves it!

Mo Zhixi put away his precious wire, then pulled a set of tattered black and red robes and put them on.

There was still white powder thoughtfully prepared in that corner, and Mo Zhixi "slapped" a few times to paint herself into a pale look.

Then pinch the sticky plasma packet and sprinkle some on the face, neck, and body.

Mo Zhixi even frantically carried a few bags of blood plasma, and will carry out his little plan when the time comes.

The coffin is quite large.The program crew didn't have the habit of tricking entertainers, so there were several thick layers of clean wool blankets in the coffin, which was very comfortable.

That's what Mo Zhixi thought when she lay down, when she was still conscious.

When his consciousness became blurred, he didn't know anything about the live performance of the director outside because of his snoring.

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The camera cuts to another place, and Li Qingyao, who was created by the frail and delicate Bailian, bit her lip in fear.

The way they walked, perhaps because the wind was too strong, it made her face stiff, and she couldn't even show that she was about to cry.

"Brother Xichi, brother..."

"What's the matter?"

"Strange, weird and scary..."

"Ah."

Lu Xichi, a straight man who steals resources and cares about Si's mother, is now very satisfied with the actor's fans. Their family, Xichi, cannot be tarnished by Bailian.

But Li Qingyao has no self-consciousness at all. She is used to crawling on the bed. Now she has no bed, but she has thick thighs.The glitz of the entertainment industry made her willing to lose face for it.

Even, she didn't think it was a shameful thing.They are all for those who go up, and how to go up is not always a skill.

"Brother Xichi, can you walk slowly." Li Qingyao intensified, she said to Lu Xichi coquettishly, and wanted to take advantage of the situation to hold Lu Xichi's arm.

Lu Xichi dodged, and blurted out a righteous "don't".

After the barrage froze, there was a "hahahaha" sound, and everyone laughed.

Li Qingyao twisted her heels, and fell down like this. It just so happened that it was the coffin Mo Zhixi was lying on.

A sound of "Boom -" awakened Nai Baozi who was drowsy.

"Whoa~ bastard! Take ~life~!" The sleepy Naibaozi was so dedicated to his job.

The director let out a long breath and was happy.