The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Mu Ying said with a cold bun face, "Sunshine Orphanage in T City."

The female policeman was stunned for a moment, and her voice became more gentle: "Is that so, sister will take you back, okay?"

"Not good!" Muying was suddenly excited, her round eyes looked at the policewoman, and she immediately filled with tears, "My father is in City Y, I want to find him here!"

Muying's skin is naturally wheat-colored, with long eyelashes, slightly curly black hair, and big pure black eyes. She looks like a beautiful mixed-race child. As soon as he cried, the young lady immediately hugged him into her arms and comforted him softly.

Mu Ying's face turned red in an instant, her round eyes dangled in a daze, she struggled twice to get out of the young lady's soft embrace, turned her face away and whispered awkwardly: "Don't move your hands..."

There was a lot of laughter in the office, and the policewoman's sister didn't bother with him, she turned to her colleague and asked, "Brother Liu, why don't you transfer him to our city's orphanage?"

"Okay, I'll get in touch and have a look. If I can't find his father, I'll stay here first."

Mu Ying quietly raised the corners of her lips, and silently gave a thumbs up to the wall.

Three days later, in the basement of T City.

Meng Qinglang lay on the ground struggling to do a plank, his body was covered with sweat, and there was a pool of blood on the ground...

The thin body was wearing short-sleeved shorts, and the outline of the bones could almost be seen. Meng Qinglang did ten more, and spit out a mouthful of blood. The cheeks that had just turned rosy turned pale again. Meng Qinglang wiped the corners of his mouth and continued.

"Squeak~" He Yanzhou opened the wooden door with a casserole in his hand. Meng Qinglang looked up at him. He Yanzhou had short hair, wearing cheap slippers and floral underpants, walking gracefully as a scholar, exposing his white and straight legs, like a clubhouse 3 A high-end cowherd with a price of [-] yuan a night.

The people at the door walked back and forth until He Yanzhou closed the iron gate.

He Yanzhou put down the casserole: "Red date soup, nourish blood."

Meng Qinglang got up, wiped off the blood stains on the concrete floor, and started drinking soup.

"How is it?" He Yanzhou looked expectant.

How about the soup made from red dates and brown sugar...

Meng Qinglang lowered his eyes slightly: "Sweet, delicious."

He Yanzhou did not know where to pull out the fan, dangling and looking very satisfied.

The phone rang, Meng Qinglang picked it up, it was a courier, he wiped himself indiscriminately, put on the gray sportswear again, put on the mask, glanced at He Yanzhou, and pulled out another white sportswear : "You put on this."

He Yanzhou took it obediently: "Master Xie, just why?" After speaking, he took off his T-shirt and began to change clothes.

Meng Qinglang turned his face sideways: "You will look strange to me if you dress too thin."

When he changed, Meng Qinglang was still dissatisfied. White represented purity, and He Yanzhou became holy when he put it on. With his current image, he would definitely not take it out for the night without 10 yuan.

Meng Qinglang shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts, and led He Yanzhou to pick up the package.

The underground compartment he rented was too messy, and the courier service was not delivered to the door, so he had to go to the collection point to pick it up. When he got the "Jinghua University Admission Notice", Meng Qinglang felt dreamy. After all, with his grades, What a shock...

He Yanzhou glanced at it. Even though it was in simplified Chinese, he could guess it all. Although he often soaked in the water, he was not ignorant of things on the shore. At least he had heard it at Jinghua University 100 years ago: "My lord originally It's a genius."

"I'm just lucky."

"Your Excellency is going to study?"

Meng Qinglang shook his head: "I'm going to ask to see if I can keep my student status and suspend my studies."

"Two little brothers..."

Meng Qinglang turned his head and saw a Mediterranean middle-aged man who was a head shorter than him, looking greasy.

"Hello," the middle-aged man smiled, looking very kind, glanced at Meng Qinglang's notice, and gave a thumbs up, "Jinghua University, bull."

Meng Qinglang glanced at the system map. There was no yellow dot, but it was a person. He put his heart down, put away the notice and asked, "Are you..."

The middle-aged man took out a business card and handed it to him: "I'm Manager Wu from Huaxi Entertainment, I wonder if the two of you are interested in coming to our company for an interview?"

The legendary scout?Meng Qinglang froze for a moment, and touched his tightly fitted mask. Manager Wu noticed his small movements and smiled.

He Yanzhou held the fan and slowly shook it to watch them talk, acting as if it had nothing to do with him and detached himself from the world.

Meng Qinglang knew from a glance at He Yanzhou that he was just adding hair out of politeness. If Manager Wu saw his ghostly appearance behind the mask, he might not even let him add hair.

"Although our company Huaxi is not very big, we have also produced many stars, such as He Xiao, Wei Mingjun, etc., who were also famous and active on major stages at that time. The company will divide singers, actors, and variety shows according to the characteristics of artists. Three kinds, strive to squeeze into the second-tier within one year, and become popular all over the country within three years, like He Xiao and Wei Mingjun, they all have such a timeline."

Indeed, the actors mentioned by Manager Wu were all popular a few years ago. Meng Qinglang danced and knew a little about the entertainment industry. These two had been popular for a year, but after they cooled off, there was no news.

All Huaxi Entertainment's artists seem to be like this, becoming popular, making money and then quitting the circle.

He Yanzhou always called him "Master", Meng Qinglang asked He Yanzhou to call him by his name, and He Yanzhou was obedient, but he frowned in distress, and finally called "Master", then he could see that He Yanzhou had The elegance of the ancient literati also has the mature values ​​of the ancient literati, and they are quite stubborn about it.

To show such a person in front of the public, He Yanzhou is incomprehensible to people who don't know his identity, and may even appear noble, artificial and sour, but...he has a face that makes people tolerant...

The entertainment industry has always been a place to look at faces. If you are good-looking enough, many innocuous behaviors are not only easily forgiven, but may also be interpreted positively.

Meng Qinglang looked at Manager Wu: "Let's think about it, when is the interview?"

Back in the basement, Meng Qinglang analyzed Manager Wu's meaning to He Yanzhou in detail. He Yanzhou immediately frowned and tapped his fan on the palm of his hand: "If my lord tells me to be a star... Yanzhou is all right."

Others are happy to be a star, but he is a star... with a forbearing look on his face.

Meng Qinglang sighed: "It's fine if you don't want to, and it's not good if you try to do it. I think there are other ways to make money."

"Your Excellency is short of money?"

Meng Qinglang pointed to the basement, and then pointed to the clothes on his body: "Do you think I'm not poor? And... I have to earn [-] million to buy the reincarnation pool."

"Samsara Pool?"

They were also a fateful friendship, so Meng Qinglang briefly talked about the Anxi Group, but didn't mention anything about the system.

He Yanzhou's eyes lit up instantly. Sure enough, the adult he followed was not only the last god, but also an aspiring god who wanted to rebuild the underworld!

He Yanzhou suddenly cupped his hands with great ambition, and said in a loud voice: "My lord's wish is also what Yanzhou wants. If so, Yanzhou... will become this star!"

"???"

Meng Qinglang didn't understand his sudden change of momentum, nor did he understand the heroic tone of death when he said "becoming a star", but after all, they went to the interview site three days later.

Meng Qinglang's complexion was still not good, and he didn't even take off his mask for fear of scaring people. He Yanzhou quickly passed the first test with his good looks, barely passed the second test with his seven-step poem, and shocked four people with his mesmerizing guqin and was signed on the spot. Focus on cultivating artists, and after three years, they passed the [-]th line...

For some people, there hasn't been much change in three years. For example, Xi Yan on the large LED screen in H City still looks like a pure school girl when she smiles.

But for others...

Meng Qinglang lit a cigarette, and his appearance was printed on the roadside glass display window, with messy hair, a beard that hadn't been shaved for an unknown amount of time, dirty sportswear, and at least a good figure.

But coupled with his vicissitudes of life eyes and rough appearance, he looks very manly, far from the "little fresh meat" image he should have at his age.

Meng Qinglang wanted to catch the ghost who refused to reincarnate obediently last time and beat him up again, so that he didn't even have time to tidy up his appearance.

The large LED screen switched from the "Sweet with Xi Yan" milk tea advertisement to the news broadcast.

"Last week, there was a new 'gourmet' victim on Fuqiang Street in our city. The victim is now sober. Let's watch the video sent by the reporter..."

The author has something to say: the three years without Xi Yan just passed by like this

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

2 bottles of Zhaoliu;

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