"My host is crazy in the entertainment industry"
Our host, the prince of the former dynasty, failed to seize the legitimate heir, and died with a glass of poisoned wine.
The two of us, an old quilt that had been with him for twenty years, and a celadon cup from which he drank tea every day, also passed through.
After waking up, the host turned into an eighteenth-tier male star who was on the verge of passing out.
The agent said that if he failed to become popular again, he would be put into hiding.
The opponent bought the black hot search and stepped on him to get the upper hand.
Variety shows use him as cannon fodder in scripts.
They don't know - our host has played more tricks than they have eaten.
Someone wanted to get him drunk at the dinner party? The host used a backhand move to win over each other, causing the man and his partner to fall out on the spot.
Was there someone in the background trying to trip him up? The host invites you into the urn with one move and lets him jump into the pit himself.
Capital wants to block him? The host uses the court's check and balance technique to make them fight to the death among themselves.
Three months, from the 18th line to the top.
Cup screams in my head every day: "The host is awesome!!! The host is awesome!!! The host is also killing people crazy today!!!"
I am an old quilt, I can't speak, I can only follow silently.
Someone wants to harm the host? I turned into a scarf and wrapped him around him, dragging him away.
The host stayed up late filming? I turned into a cloak to keep him warm.
Is the cup too noisy? I... I'm used to it.
Until the top guy named Shen Jinghong appeared.
The first time he looked at the host, his pupils contracted violently.
That look was like looking at an old friend who had been lost for thousands of years.
The cup screamed for the first time until his voice broke: "Host, host, host!! His heartbeat was about to explode.
