Tiannv Ba also wants to be a cartoonist

I saw Jiang Huiyuan quickly ran to the second floor, and then came down with a red plastic bag: "Come on! Pick one yourself!"

Concubine Song Enfei went up to take a look, her face darkened immediately: "Isn't this a wig!?"

"That's right!" Jiang Huiyuan nodded. A while ago, because of A'Zhu's death, she was threatened by a group of fans to send blades. She was a little scared and bought some disguise props.Of course, all kinds of wigs are indispensable.

"A bald head is the most suitable for a wig," Jiang Huiyuan said as she took out a big wave to the charterer, "Come on, try this."

Concubine Song En looked at it and immediately shook her head: "No! I don't want to wear this kind of wig!"

"Come on, come on," Jiang Huiyuan kept leaning forward, "Try it and you won't get pregnant."

"No, no, oh, shit!" Concubine Song En couldn't bear it at last, and glared at Jiang Huiyuan.

Out of her usual habit, Jiang Huiyuan subconsciously said honestly: "Then, then you choose one yourself."

Concubine Song Enfei thought about it, indeed, a wig can be regarded as an emergency measure.It's better than having a big bald head, she's a girl after all.

After rummaging through Jiang Huiyuan's bag, she finally picked out a long black wig. After she put it on in the mirror, she thought it was okay, so she turned around and said to Jiang Huiyuan, "That's it, huh? What are you doing?" Well?"

Concubine Song En found that Jiang Huiyuan stood there in a daze, like a piece of wood.

"Damn it! Beauty who are you!" Jiang Huiyuan looked at Concubine Song En who seemed to be transformed into a fairy, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken, "I should have burned your instant noodle head earlier!"

She has always known that the charter woman is good-looking, but she never knew that she could be so good-looking.They are all made of instant noodles and glasses at the bottom of the bottle!

With this change of hairstyle, the charter woman can almost go to film that kind of ugly girl turn over movie.

"You still dare to mention it?!" Song Enfei clenched her fists and said angrily, "No matter how much my hair is, it is my own. How can a wig be better than real hair!"

Jiang Huiyuan looked at her and said, "Trust me, don't make instant noodles anymore, charterer, you are wasting resources."

Concubine Song En ignored her, but she missed her idol, how could she just change it.And she didn't think there was any difference between her instant noodle head and Hei Changzhi.

"Hurry up and get ready, bring out snacks and fruits, and the guests will arrive soon."

"Okay." Jiang Huiyuan nodded, and was about to take Xiaoguai to prepare things.

Suddenly, she stopped: "Wait, renter, did we forget something?"

"What?" Song Enfei was adjusting the wig in front of the mirror, and said casually, "Do you think I should use some double-sided tape, otherwise what should I do if my hair falls out?"

"Compared to double-sided tape, don't you care about your younger brother?" Jiang Huiyuan reminded.

"Ah!" Concubine Song En seemed to have just remembered, "Brother!"

She quickly called Song Shuheng, but she was very worried. After all, he was used by them to fish for whales, and the phone must have been flooded.

However, the phone actually got through.

"Sister, you finally think of me."

"Huh? Where are you? Why don't you call me if the phone works?"

"I had just landed, and my phone had just been charged, and you called." Song Shuheng on the other end of the phone was very resentful.

"That's really a coincidence." Song Enfei subconsciously said.

As a result, these words immediately made Song Shuheng even more frustrated: "I would rather not be such a coincidence!"

"What's the matter?" Song Enfei's heart trembled, "Could it be that beside you..."

At this moment, a woman's voice came from the phone: "Your sister called you? You're lucky!"

Then I heard Song Shuheng's hysterical roar: "Don't come over—"

Click...beep...beep...

The phone call just stopped.

Concubine Song En's heart sank.

"It's over, my brother is actually with that woman."

Heilit's ears were sharp, and he heard the female voice on the phone all at once, and his face became horrified.

He moved closer to Snolly Ayer's ear and said a few words, and the latter's face changed drastically: "Then what, Jiang Huiyuan, I suddenly thought that I would go to another family to pay New Year's greetings, so I left first."

"Aren't you a rotten countryman? You also celebrate the New Year?" Jiang Huiyuan asked subconsciously.

But when she finished asking, Snolly El had already slipped away with two of her subordinates.

Violet Evelyn, scary as hell!

Seeing this, Jiang Huiyuan looked at Concubine Song En again: "Hey, charterer, what's wrong with you?"

"What should I do?" Song Enfei subconsciously regarded Jiang Huiyuan as the backbone, "My brother seems to be entangled by Violet Evelyn."

"Huh?" Jiang Huiyuan stared, then turned her head upwards, "It's hopeless, wait for death, and leave."

After speaking, she immediately headed up and began to pack up her clothes and shoes.

"What are you doing?" Song Enfei asked.

"I'll go out to avoid it first, so as not to be troubled by that guy." Jiang Huiyuan's voice came from the second floor.

Concubine Song Enfei's face is not good today: "Idiot zombie! If you dare to go out of this door today, don't come back in the future!"

Jiang Huiyuan poked her head out from the second floor: "Isn't it true that the charterer is so heartless?"

"You left me alone to face such a terrifying existence, won't your conscience hurt?" Song Enfei complained.

Jiang Huiyuan touched her cushion: "Sorry, I can't touch my conscience."

"Go to hell!"

Being threatened by Concubine Song En, Jiang Huiyuan finally gave up running away.

"Forget it, anyway, I am also the eight evils, who is afraid of whom?"

She was like a salty fish lying on the sofa and checking Weibo.

Of course, it was not the account of her manga artist Tobi, but the account of Tsing Yi Yeast.

"Nine Nine 81" became popular unsurprisingly. Although her number of fans at station B has reached a bottleneck, it has not risen as much as before.However, the number of Weibo fans is increasing steadily, and now it has more than 50.

The private message is basically full every time I open it, and she can't even read it.

But on the hot search list, this song only ranked 30th.After all, it's just Two-dimensional's self-promotion. This song is liked by the second disease, but it doesn't have much influence outside the circle.

In contrast, her Asian King of Dance video entered the top 10, standing at No. 7.

It's the end of the year, how many celebrities want to be on the trending searches?There are also various complaints about the Spring Festival Gala.

Being able to stand out in such an army, I have to say that netizens are really boring.

"What are you doing up here!?" Jiang Huiyuan was depressed, "Why don't you just get drunk and dance? Do you need to make everyone know about it?"

She quickly changed her account, and used her main account to post a Weibo: "Can you stop posting videos of me getting drunk?" (convex0ω0convex)

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"no!"

"nonexistent."

"Think about what Brother Hot Dog said at the beginning?"

"Teacher, I love you! Take a lick by the way."

"Front row, remind me! Blow your roots!"

"Teacher, you dance so beautifully, why don't you dance more?"

"My house has a lot of wine, would you like to come to my house to have a drink?"

……

Jiang Huiyuan has never bought zombie fans. The 50 fans are almost all real fans, and they are not the kind that have been saved over the years. She has only opened Weibo for a month, and she is very active.So she only sent it for half a minute, and there were already a lot of messages below.

But who are these people?Those who grab the front row grab the front row, those who lick the dog, those who blow their roots, and there are even those who want to trick her into getting her drunk.

"Drunk me? Why don't you make waves like this!" Jiang Huiyuan was also helpless, how could he have such a group of sand sculpture fans?

Until later, she found a comment with thousands of likes, "Teacher, I hope to have such a New Year's gift every year in the future."

"Fuck! Forgot!" Seeing this, Jiang Huiyuan finally realized.She did prepare New Year's gifts for fans.But because I was drunk, I almost forgot about it until now.

Sand sculpture fans thought that video of drunk dancing was a New Year's gift, but it wasn't.

Fortunately, a fan reminded her, so she hurried back to her room and posted a comic with only nine long pictures.

For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, of course, they should post something fun.

……

As a loyal fan of Teacher Yuanyuan, Cui Yue has always felt that he is different from those childish Two-dimensional two-dimensional.

He's a grown man, a successful social being, with no interest in comics or kid stuff.

The reason why I follow Jiang Huiyuan's Weibo is just to lick the selfies that Teacher Yuanyuan occasionally sends out.

"Yo, posting pictures again?" Seeing Jiang Huiyuan's Weibo update, he immediately clicked in to check it out.He is happy when he sees a picture, and he can lick it to his heart's content again.

However, when he zoomed in, he realized that it was not a selfie at all, but a strip comic.

"This... what's so interesting about this, why isn't it a selfie? I want to see a selfie!" He was disappointed, but still took a look out of curiosity.

He knew the two characters on stage, one was Ah Zhu and the other was Ah Zi.Some time ago, A'Zhu was on the hot search, and he knew something about it.

He remembered that Ah Zhu was dead, could it be a story from the past?

He continued to look, only to see AhZi walking in front with a walking stick, and AhZhu shouting "Big fool! Big fool!" behind.

Ah Zi quickly turned around and said, "Sister, can you stop calling me by my stage name?"

Next, a conversation between the sisters reveals the general background of the story.It seems that Ah Zi is no longer a little witch of the Xingxiu School, but a salesman.

When someone has insomnia, she sells sleeping pills; when someone buys a horse, she sells saddles...

Some time ago, their elder brother Duan Yu Lingbo's micro-stepping was too flamboyant and his legs were sprained, so Ah Zi wanted to make a pair and sell it to him.

Who would have thought that King Zhennan's family was rich, so they just made a wheelchair, and Ah Zi's crutches were not sold.

"This street is full of people with good legs and feet. Who are you abducting and selling to?"

"I will pick one with good legs and feet and sell it today! Otherwise, how can I reflect my status as the number one salesman of the Xingxiu faction?"

At this time, a villain passed by on a bicycle.

The style is a bit different.

It is the villain Dio in "JOJO's Bizarre Adventure".

Ah Zhu shouted right there: "Guai la, guai la, guai la..."

Then Dior's bicycle turned and turned, turning in front of them: "I said, do you know where I'm going and let me turn?"

A'Zhu hurriedly changed his shout: "Sell it, sell it..."

Ah Zi: "Connect together."

"Abducted! Abducted!"

Did Dior hear this?Turning around quickly: "Who!? Who wants to kidnap and sell whom?"

……

"Hehehe." Looking at it, Cui Yue laughed out loud.

Suddenly his eyes darkened, and when he looked up, he saw a pair of eyes staring at him.

"Oh! Wife, you want to scare me to death!" Cui Yue patted his heart.

His wife complained: "Are you a guilty conscience? Are you looking at a picture of a pretty girl again?"

"I didn't!" Cui Yue immediately pointed to his own chandelier and said, "I swear to the lamp! I definitely didn't look at other people's photos. If I did, let the lamp fall and kill me!"

Cui Rui, who happened to be under the lamp, ran away quickly: "Damn! Dad, is there anyone who cheats on your son like you? You are not under the lamp, and you will hit me if you fall!"

"It's okay, your fate is hard, you won't die," Cui Yue thought for a while, and then added, "Probably."

"Mom, am I really his own?" Cui Rui felt the deep malice from Lao Tzu.

"You take a photo of him when he was young, and compare it in the mirror. Is it true that you are not sure about your own self?" Mrs. Cui glared at her son.