canine boyfriend

The little artist was so choked that he had nothing to say, the two confronted head-on, his youth was no longer an advantage, at least in front of the man's calmness and calmness, he looked like a loser jumping up and down in a hurry, stealing chickens and losing money.

"What do you mean?" But he refused to admit defeat, or he couldn't accept the blow of those words, "Are you warning me now? Yes, I know he is not a good person, if he sleeps with me today, he can sleep tomorrow Others, then who are you looking for? My character is not good, how can my son be better? Besides, how can I remember that his son hasn't gone to college yet, how dare you do it. "

Just as the man was about to leave, he stopped again.Turning around, he looked at the opposite side with an expression of looking at a big fool.He hadn't seen such a stupid person in a long time. "I'm going to attack him, can't I? I'm not very good at quarreling. After leaving the entertainment industry for so long, I'm not as well-informed as you in all aspects. But please don't slander my boyfriend, and please don't compare."

"Boyfriend?" The little artist tried desperately to gain momentum for himself, but now he realized that he had lost from the moment he took the initiative to find a man, "You don't really think that you can become popular with a show? I told you You, now the rules of the game have changed, you will be confused if no one supports you."

"Aren't you tired of showing off with me for a long time?" The man was tired for him, "If you have this skill, it's better to practice articulation. You can't even catch the pitch and slander others." He raised his face, sharp and thin His chin is like a gentle knife, he doesn’t accept any dirty words to splash on that person, “Yes, I don’t understand the rules of the game for a long time. It’s pretty much the same. I didn’t expect to become popular with just one show, but I can beat you with one show. Please don’t talk to me again in the future, it’s boring to waste time.”

After finishing speaking, he left the little artist alone, and his voice could not be wasted in quarreling.The little artist was left where he was. He originally wanted to ask questions arrogantly, but he was stunned into speechless, and he was making fun of himself.

In the dressing room, all the artist assistants were waiting for news. The boy was listening to music with headphones on, and sat on the chair where the man had just sat.

There are a lot of photos posted on the wall, all of which are photos of celebrities with makeup artists or program groups. Some are familiar faces, and some he doesn't recognize, but these celebrities all have one common characteristic, that is, they are good-looking.

Some are cold and aloof, some are warm and unrestrained, some are small and cute, some are as charming as silk, each one is beautiful.The young man had never been in contact with so many artists before, and he got in by following the man and taking advantage of the man's light. He was thrown into the beauties all of a sudden, and he understood why the man cared so much about his own face.

I care about age, wrinkles, whether I look good on camera, and even swell myself up on purpose, just to make my face rounder when I look on camera.It turns out that the entertainment industry is such a place rich in beauties, there is no undefeated face, there are more beautiful people everywhere.If you are in such a circle, you must worry about your face.

Then get used to the faces of these good-looking people, then look at yourself... The young man touched his face in the mirror, then looked at those photos, then looked at his own face, scratching his face.

My wife won't dislike her for not being delicate enough, right?For the first time, the young man lost some confidence, and touched something from the dressing table. It was soft, like an absorbent sponge used for washing dishes at home.

How about putting some foundation on yourself?Put on makeup?How to use this thing?The boy hesitated while pinching the sponge.What if my wife is used to looking at the delicate face, and then I feel dissatisfied when I look at it?Can I apply for a three-year mock five-year college entrance examination competition with these young artists?

Or you can have a basketball match with them, and you will immediately turn into a showmanship maniac, laying up, dribbling, hitting balls, running backwards and shooting three-pointers.

At this time, the door of the dressing room was pushed open by the staff, and the artists who had just gone to rehearsal came back to find their assistants.The boy immediately dropped the sponge and took out a toffee from the bag.

"Eat later, eat later." He obviously didn't say anything, but the man understood the simple thoughts of teenagers and simply treated himself well, even though he was disobedient when he was a child, he kept baring his teeth and swearing, and hurt himself. But what can we do? At that time, he was still young and ignorant.Just grow up and teach well.

"Oh..." The young man put the candy in his trouser pocket, regretting that he didn't put on makeup just now. He was afraid that the man would be wronged and left out during the rehearsal, so he asked anxiously, "Is everything going well?"

"It's all right." The man began to pack his things, "I'll be here early the morning after tomorrow, so don't be late."

"Shun Shun, why did the rehearsal take so long?" The teenager participated in the recording of the program for the first time, "Is it cold inside?"

The man smiled helplessly, at this moment it seemed that he was the assistant, and he had to carefully explain everything that was about to happen to the artist. "It's not cold, I'm sweating. It takes a long time to rehearse and record, and the time to record a two-hour program is doubled."

The boy still wants to ask some more details, he doesn't even know what song the man is going to sing now.At this time, the door of the dressing room opened again, and the staff specially came in to say goodbye, and said some precautions for the actual recording the day after tomorrow.

The boy took out a small notebook from his trouser pocket and became the only assistant present who took notes with a pen.

After this call is over, everyone can leave.The boy took the man out to take a taxi. This place is relatively remote, and the nearest taxi takes 10 to [-] minutes to arrive.

"Wait a minute, the car will be here soon." The boy peeled off the toffee wrapper, put it in the man's hand, and took off his coat to put it on him again, "Have you... chosen what to sing?"

"I've chosen it." The sweetness of the toffee is not too strong, but light. It's just right to eat one at this time. The man was holding the candy, standing with the boy in a place where the street lights couldn't find it.

"What are you singing? I'm your assistant. Big stars always have to be honest with their assistants, right?" The boy stood under the curb, and the man stood on top. There was a difference in height between their feet, so they were the same height.

"Don't tell me, you'll know the day after tomorrow." The man tapped the toe of his shoe.The other artists are picked up by the company in a nanny car, and they are the only ones on the road.As soon as he finished speaking, a high-beam headlight illuminated the road, and the end of the light just hit their side, forming a pair of elongated shadows on the ground.

"Fuck, who is it?" The boy frowned and looked over.

He looked at the old bastard's car, and then he looked at the little artist just now sitting in the passenger seat.A couple is in a luxury car, a couple is blowing the wind, the light in the middle turns into a knife, and the eyes are red hot.

"Who is it?" The man also looked over, and when he frowned slightly, the lines at the end of his eyes would appear.

"Let's go, ignore them, I'll take you to dinner." The boy held the man's hand, fearing that he would be frightened when he saw his father again.I was also afraid that I would not be able to control myself, so I would kill the orphan.

"Wait." The man didn't move, his eyes glanced casually, and he looked at the boy in front of him, "I don't want to eat candy, so my throat is squeaking." After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and slightly opened his lipsticked lips , pushed out a piece of toffee that had melted to only half with the wet tongue, and sent it into the boy's half-open mouth.

Withdrawing his tongue, he slid the sweet tip of his tongue along the boy's upper teeth, as if taking a sip, and when they finally parted, a milky white sugar shred was pulled out from the mouth of the two of them.

The boy flicked his fingers suddenly, his eyes were only staring straight ahead, only that thread was left in the whole world.There was a roar in my ears, and the luxury car backed out of the parking space. I don't know if it was because of poor driving skills or because the light was too dark to see. The throttle is gone.

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