Tian Zao, a little flower in the film industry, white and rich.
People who are famous have a high ambition, and the team will always criticize and flatter them. If the other artist is not well-known, they will not even look at the cooperation invitation. Scandals are spread all over the Internet, and they are especially fond of talented young singers.
Wen Xiaofeng couldn't stand this.
He calls himself a singer who has survived step by step. He enjoys music and cultivates his soul.
There is no common language with this kind of superficial skin.
Until they accidentally shared the stage during a variety show, he pinched Tianzao's forearm without any force, and five red fingerprints immediately appeared on the tofu-like skin.
Tianzao looked at him Yingying, her pupils shone like diamonds: "... It hurts."
On the stage, Tianzao held the microphone and looked at people with a hook-like look in his eyes.
Wen Xiaofeng loosened his collar button uncomfortably and glanced away from her, but he always felt that her hook on him was different from that on others.
After stepping off the stage, Tian Zao grabbed his tie and said with a smile: "What's your room number?"
The rhythm of Wen Xiaofeng's heartbeat suddenly changed from blues to march. Before he could recover, his mouth opened eagerly: "3106."
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