The King's Altar

At 05:30 in the morning, Li Wudi was dragged from the bed by his manager and pressed against his desk.On the desktop are piles of CD albums and promotional posters.

Manager Yi Shuxue, as his name suggests, is an ascetic pretender. He opened the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains with a bang, squinted his eyes and recited a poem: "Deep clouds,

ups and downs, ups and downs,

outside the window

python green,

lazy my soul,

No, stop!

who binds dead bodies—

pale!

Will!

Devour!

everything! "

Li Wudi rested his head on the chicken coop, rubbing his eyes sleepily: "..."

Yi Shuxue fiddled with her unruly hair, then turned around and asked, "Do you understand?"

Li Wudi shook his head listlessly: "I don't understand."

Yi Shuxue furrowed his eyebrows with hatred, threw himself on the desk and beat it, begging: "I beg you, Young Master Li, if you want to play missing in the future, please say hello to me first, do you want to play me to death? You're trying to get all the chores you owe without telling me! I'm not working every day, it's snowing in June, it's freezing cold..."

Li Wudi pointed to the table: "Do these CDs and posters need to be signed?"

"Ah, yes!" Yi Shuxue answered the words briskly: "All must be signed before noon."

Li Wudi hugged his head and moaned in pain: "There are so many...how did you finish signing?"

"I told the nutritionist, there is no meat for lunch." Yi Shuxue smiled coldly.

Li Wudi picked up the pen and signed it.

Yi Shuxue happily patted him on the shoulder: "The company still has a meeting, so I'm leaving first. Don't let Tang Huang sign for you, his handwriting is too ugly."

Li Wudi's cousin, Li Tanghuang, is a worthless second-generation ancestor. After playing games all night, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find some snacks. He saw Li Wudi sitting in the living room with a stack of CDs, having breakfast and signing autographs.

Seeing his cousin looking like he was dying, Li Tanghuang watched his words and sneaked upstairs against the wall.

"Majestic!" Li Wudi stopped him in time: "Come here!"

Li Tanghuang said nervously: "Cousin, pretend to be crazy and say that if I dare to sign for you, he will find a rope and hang himself in front of my window."

"I didn't ask you to sign for me, you come here, I have some fun," Li Wudi sipped his milk and beckoned, "Come on, let's play together."

"Oh?" Li Tanghuang ran over, "What are you playing?"

Li Wudi licked the milk on his lips, and said seriously, "Let me borrow your mouth."

"How to borrow?" Li Tanghuang was at a loss.

"Push it up." Li Wudi hooked his fingers, showing a strategizing gesture.

Li Tanghuang pouted his mouth like a sucker: "Huh?"

Without further ado, Li Wudi hugged his face and kissed him!

"Ahhh——" Li Tanghuang screamed again and again, covered his mouth and ran away in tears, crying all the way: "My first kiss—cousin, you are so perverted! I want to tell my cousin! Let her beat you -"

Li Wudi raised his hand in mid-air in a vain attempt to stop him, and he froze for a while, stunned: "What are you doing? Didn't you just borrow your mouth?" He wiped his lips, smacked, smacked, trying to recall what he had just said Feeling, couldn't help nausea, poohed a few times, then lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped his mouth vigorously, and said to himself: "It's strange, why is it so disgusting?"

Luo Mosheng got up early to do morning exercises, and ran around the mansion area. Thinking of Li Wudi's disappearance and return, he went around to his neighbor Li's house to visit.Grumpy Luo entered the show business circle and did not restrain his bad temper. If the president of the entertainment group hadn't protected him, it would never have been his turn to become popular. He couldn't get along with anyone in this circle, and only the older child Li Wudi was considered his good friend.

He originally wanted to go to Li Wudi's house to ask for breakfast, but Li Wudi caught him and forced him to sign for him, but he only got half a boiled egg.

Li Wudi's breakfast consisted of a glass of milk, half an egg, a small plate of noodles with broth, a pinch of shredded carrots, two small balls of mashed potatoes, three slices of fresh lettuce, four cherries, and a chrysanthemum for decoration on the side of the tray.If you can't die of hunger and can't eat enough, you can share half an egg, which is undoubtedly very generous.

Luo Mo swallowed half an egg, chewed and muttered indistinctly: "Yi Shuxue is the most difficult thing to deal with. She is the company's trump card. You'd better not play missing. Others can't support one as my manager." month, only he can control me for half a year."

"Take care of you, and transfer me to take care of me. I can only avoid him by running away from home." Li Wudi lay down on the coffee table drowsily, "He thinks I'm fat and won't give me meat. The most unbearable!"

Luo Mo looked at him critically, puzzled: "How fat? His chin is almost as thin as an awl."

Li Wudi lifted up his T-shirt, revealing the baby's fat waist, "I'm better at hiding meat."

"Ha, it's so cute!" Romo laughed loudly and pinched him on the waist, "He's really picky, who knows if you hide some meat? It's not like me. One day I'm filming a bed scene and the next day I'm playing a wounded person. If you take off your clothes, you will be judged if you have an extra piece of fat."

Li Wudi patted his hand away irritably, "Stop talking nonsense, sign for me."

Luo Mosheng poured himself a glass of ice water and took a sip, picked up a pen and signed it flamboyantly, mocking himself: "I still have a bunch of photobooks I haven't signed..."

Li Wudi glanced at it, and for some reason, he suddenly liked to pay attention to other people's lips. He caught a glimpse of Luo Mosheng's two thin lips, which looked beautiful, especially after being dipped in ice water, they looked rosy and juicy, quite delicious.

"Mo Sheng..." Li Wudi bit his pen and said with a smirk, "Shall we play something fun?"

Luo Mosheng asked casually: "Huh? What?"

"Lend me a moment." Li Wudi thought: Kissing grandeur just now made me sick, it must be grander than Mo Sheng.

"Excuse me?" Luo Mosheng suddenly became vigilant, "What do you want to play?"

"Play with kisses, I'll eat your tongue~~" Li Wudi pouted happily and rushed towards Luo Mosheng.

Luo Mosheng was struggling in the show business circle, and he had seen a lot of sexual harassment, so he raised his hand calmly and poured the remaining ice water on his face.

Li Wudi was startled, stunned for a moment, wiped the water off his face in a daze, and was very aggrieved: "What... what's wrong?"

"What fun!" Romo said coldly, "Which bastard taught you that?"

Li Wudi stroked his wet short hair, and replied anxiously: "No... I didn't learn from others... Don't you also play kissing in filming?"

"That's my job! I only kissed the heroine when I was acting as a couple. When did you see me playing the leading actor and kissing the supporting actor? Kissing is just kissing. What is 'play' kissing? Kissing is only for lovers, What are you playing with irrelevant people?" Luo Mo sounded disdainful, but his face softened a little, "Don't learn from those adulterers and whores in the company, they are dirty."

Li Wudi couldn't understand those words at all, and murmured in his heart: "Is it okay to eat a stick instead of a kiss?"

Helpless, Luo Mo's voice was very fierce, Li Wudi didn't dare to ask more questions, pulled a towel to wipe his head and face, continued to sign his head sullenly, his body and mind were thinking about Fakemi, like a drug addiction, he felt terribly uncomfortable, and felt that he could no longer If you kiss him, you will die.

And Fakemi is the first customer to open the door of the piano store today, and he can only buy an ordinary-grade grand piano with all his money. He ordered one on a whim, and after paying the money, he held the invoice in a daze, calmly regret I have to scratch my head: it cost me a Buick Excelle to make a mentally retarded boy, the cost is unprecedentedly high!Am I on drugs?

Just wondering whether to return the product, the phone rang, and when it was connected, Bei Le's extremely frantic voice came from the other end: "I'm going to die, Jiang Zhaowei, this dog-skin plaster, has become my babysitter, early in the morning Just buy vegetables and clean the yard, and don’t leave.”

"Tell him that being a babysitter is only 600 yuan a month, not including food and lodging." Yuan Mingqing held the phone between his shoulders, kissed the receipt, and carefully stuffed it into his wallet.

Belle asked hesitantly: "It's okay if you don't include food... don't you include?"

Yuan Mingqing smiled, "Okay, then wrap it up."

Belle's tone changed, and he said seriously: "I am the boss and you are the boss? Who asked you to approve it?"

"Okay, don't wrap it up," Yuan Mingqing shrugged, "Give him a straw mat and let him sleep at the gate like a wild dog."

Belle spat: "Don't worry about it!"