canine boyfriend

The teenager sat in front of the vanity mirror outside the smoking room, secretly observing the whole house from the mirror.

Let's not talk about the different expressions of each person, what kind of thoughts they have, just judging from the condition of the face, the people in this room are really beautiful.It is commendatory and beautiful, no matter what they can sing with their mouths open, it is enough to be eye-catching in front of them.

That's right, all the unsightly ones were screened out. The boy's eyes skipped over the faces of those male artists, and he focused on the door of the smoking room. The old bastard and the man were talking inside. He couldn't hear what they were talking about. Can't pass.

My identity is an artist assistant, if I do anything or cause trouble here, all the faults will be placed on the man's head.Others will not say what about this assistant, but they will name and say that even the assistant of the star is a big name.

He could only watch and wait, couldn't sit still and stood up again, stood for a few seconds and then sat down, his brow was wet with sweat in the air-conditioned room, his fists were clenched red, he stared at the slit like an eagle staring at a rabbit, As long as the old bastard dared to take a step closer to the man, he would pretend to send boiling water and push the door open.

But this time, for some reason, the old bastard didn't seem to have the upper hand. This is a serious workplace, and he didn't dare to do anything to men rashly.The young man knew his father best, and the literary artist who had worked so hard for half his life set up a false image, but he couldn't bear to collapse.

When people in the circle mentioned him, they would at most say that he was a prodigal son, and this incident was strange because the prodigal son seemed to have some awesome halo, which did not affect his career.After all, this circle is still too tolerant of prodigal sons.

Prodigal son, heh, you are paralyzed by the prodigal son. Young people know the suffering that these two words bring to others. There are several sad people behind every prodigal son.What kind of bullshit ability is wave, who can't wave, human instinct is to follow one's heart, is willing to indulge in pleasure, if you have the ability, take it easy, and have a vigorous resistance with human nature.

But I can't accept it. Whether it is a wave or not mainly depends on genes. Some people can't learn it no matter how good they are, and some people are dishonest even if they don't fart. The boy stood up from the chair again and pretended to rummage in the bag Looking for something, his eyes never left the door of the smoking room.

"Brother, how did your artist get into trouble with the big boss?" The little yellow-haired man slid over on a sliding chair just now and asked, as if he wanted to ask for gossip.

The young man turned around and almost bumped into his chair. This little yellow-haired boy had the cute and soft style of his innocent brother, but the more he was like this, the more worried the young man was. I am afraid that these little brats will be uneasy and kind, thinking about my wife.

"I don't know." But he still treated it politely. He killed his father tens of thousands of times in his heart. What does it mean to mess with the big boss? Then the fucking big boss lied to him for ten years.

"Oh... aren't you an assistant? I thought you knew." The little yellow-haired chair turned to the boy again, "Actually, everyone knows what's going on here. Big boss, why should you help me for no reason? You have the script in your hand. Don't you think my brother and that..." He looked at the contestant who brought money into the group, "Is it a bit similar?"

The boy almost swung his shoulders over his shoulders, what about my brother, that's my fucking wife. "I don't think so." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the little artist, and he had already realized that he resembled a man, but he didn't say anything.

The old bastard owes it to his mother, he doesn’t want a genuine beauty at home, he insists on going outside to eat shit, now that the beauty is gone, he has eaten enough shit, and starts to reminisce about the benefits of her, she is gentle and good at cooking, beautiful and I can sing, I feel wrong to find anyone, and finally find someone who looks a bit like it.

When I had it, I didn’t know how to cherish it, but now that I don’t have you, my mother started thinking about it. The boy watched the man come out of that room, and his heart was so beautiful.The chance of true love is only this time, if you don't cherish it, don't blame others for grabbing it.

"Actually, you can talk to my brother, don't be too straight, it's not good to offend the big boss." Xiao Huangmao knew that the senior had faded out for ten years, and the assistant didn't seem to be very smart, so he kindly reminded him, " He's still the owner of the show, so it's really annoying."

"Ah?" The boy turned his head abruptly, "Fuck, the old bastard's hand is so long, does this show have something to do with him?"Thinking about it this way, the mother became even angrier, and used resources to promote the newcomer, but the man has not gotten anything all these years.

"You don't know? You are very incompetent as an assistant!" Little Huang Mao took a sip of warm water, "So you remind my brother, if the big boss really thinks he has a good temperament, give him a little good face and smile. , anyone can see that the big boss spends money to play with his newcomers, and we all run with him, whoever comes second and third will make money, don't let my brother suffer from it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man came back, went straight to the boy, and grabbed the cup in the boy's hand with one hand: "Is there hot water?" He said, but his fingers moved, and the moment he held the cup, he touched the boy. fingertips.This was intentional, not accidental. The young man moved his hand casually, and his fingertips also touched the man's little finger. Then he happily acted guilty and gave him the cup.

He understands that this is a signal from a man to himself, to reassure himself.At this moment, the young man finally felt relieved. What he was most afraid of was not that men would not be able to cope with this circle. Men are big stars and knew how to survive in the circle. What he feared most was that men would not be able to pass the test in his heart. After all, to climb out of the old bastard's ten years of mental manipulation can only peel off the skin.

Looking at it now, the boy doesn't have to worry anymore.When a man takes off his cumbersome skin, he is about to fly.

"Be careful of catching a cold." He gently put on a coat for the man, and the man raised his head and smiled at him with his makeup on.The two people look at each other through the mirror, conveying their knowing enough to support each other in the tortuous and blurred vision.

An hour later, the rehearsal in the infield officially began. A soundproof door in the studio temporarily separated the two of them. The teenager couldn't get in, so he could only stay in the dressing room with a bunch of assistants.The men and the contestants walked into the real stage room. Even though the stage lights were not in place, he felt that those lights were so bright and gorgeous.

It was bright enough to drive away all the darkness, so bright that he wanted to reach out and touch it.I finally walked back here again, went round and round, and came back.

To ensure fairness, the order of the first stage performance was completely random by drawing lots. The man put his hand into the cardboard box and drew out a number 10.

"Brother, you are the last one." Xiao Huangmao grabbed a 5, "We have a total of 10 groups."

"Only 10 groups?" The man looked around and asked in a low voice, "There are so many people, why only 10 groups?"

"There is a group." The little yellow hair is like a trumpet, sending the message to the man, "but don't worry, this is a singing competition, the advantage of the group is not big, unless each of them can sing."

This man doesn't understand, but he doesn't need to understand the mechanism of the competition. For so many years, he only understands one thing, which is how to sing.After confirming the repertoire, the contestants who will not be on stage can prepare in the audience. Some are nervous, some are very relaxed. The atmosphere is not tense. The man’s mobile phone is left in the dressing room. Seriously watch the rehearsal of the players.

There are really groups, and one of them is an amazing singing group. Each of the four girls can be a singer alone. There are also players who are obviously in the first round. .They came to the stage one by one, kept moving with the accompaniment, looking for the camera position, and showed the last side of the camera. When it was Xiao Huangmao's turn, they gave the man a surprise. He sang bel canto.

And it sang very well.Interesting, the man continued to listen, he felt a little sleepy, and finally heard someone calling him to go on stage.

"Have you decided on the song?" The staff asked him again, "Are you sure you want to sing this?"

"Sure, I'm sorry to trouble you." The man bowed to the audience, and took the microphone and earphones of the program group from him.These things are heavy. I used to have a gold microphone inlaid with crystals and a matching shiny ear return, but now I can’t find it.

In the last few rows of the stage, the boy's father was smoking a cigarette fiercely, his jealousy was clearly regretting something.The veins on his temples were bulging, and what he was clutching in his hand were the songs sung by the 10 groups of contestants.

The person who once only sang to himself in the room, now returned to the stage, was more touching and flavorful than he remembered, which shocked him.But the song this person chose was clearly for his son. This man, whom he had firmly controlled, no longer sang it for himself.

No mistake, he crumpled the piece of paper, surprised and regretful and gritted his teeth, he never thought that the person who loved him for ten years would fall in love with someone else in such a short period of time, this has already given him a blow in the head .And the first song this person came back was actually sung to his son, and his affection had nothing to do with him.

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