The host, she is becoming beautiful every day

Chapter 826 I Am a Gold Digger (63)

Qu Chengze has never seen a woman who is so keen on self-defeating like Su Qinghuan, especially the female stars in the entertainment industry, who is not fond of face.

If a few more ugly photos are exposed, I'm afraid that even the beauty endorsement will be lost in the future.

"Sister Qing Huan, aren't you afraid that your current image will become an emoji in the future?"

Qu Chengze thinks this is very possible.

This is where he doesn't understand Su Qinghuan.

The ticket price of 300 yuan, in other words, means that the program team just needs some editing shots, so why should Su Qinghuan work so hard?
When the little fox heard Qu Chengze's surprised words, a self-deprecating arc suddenly appeared on his colorfully painted face.

"What's wrong with making emoticons? I think it's tiring to be a beauty, and it's fun to blackmail yourself once in a while. Maybe there will be more people who like me in the future."

Seeing Su Qinghuan's bewildered eyes, Qu Chengze was stunned for a moment, but soon he saw Su Qinghuan smile heartlessly, as if the sadness at that moment was just Qu Chengze's illusion.

……

But in fact, this is the most true thought of the original owner.

Because no one understands the original owner, it's not her fault that she is beautiful and dazzling, but unfortunately her beauty is too aggressive, and she doesn't look like a little white flower at first glance, so she has been hacked all the way since her debut.

Sixty to seventy percent of the original owner's depression came from Gu Chubai, that heartless scumbag.

There are still [-] to [-] percent, which come from the criticisms of netizens and major media.

Sometimes the original owner would like to watch sketches, but just watching, she would cry.

If you cry to others about the ills caused by your face, others will only think that she is showing off like Versailles.

However, to paraphrase a well-known saying on the Internet, it is probably like this.

——He has a restless face, and he is so devoted to you that you don't even believe it.

There is no way, even the little fox thinks that the image of a fairy who is high above her, and does not eat the fireworks of the world, is more suitable for the entertainment industry.

That kind is the real male-female killing. Men like it, and women like it too. Even for many male fans, they are embarrassed to have any blasphemy, and it is difficult to utter bad words.

It's not like the original owner, although there are many male fans, but basically many of the comments can't be read, they just regard her as a pastime for YY while dreaming.

……

Seeing Qu Chengze standing beside him silently, Su Qinghuan turned her head and glanced at Qu Chengze's handsome facial features.

It is true that ordinary people would not be able to see Qu Chengze's identity if they are not careful.

But what if a true fan is so unbelievable?
The little fox thought for a while, and took out a flattened peaked cap from the wide-leg trousers. It was originally intended to be cool for herself, but now it seems that it is cheaper for Qu Chengze.

"Look down."

"..."

The tone is completely commanding, like a arrogant and cool queen.

Oh, and it might be one thing to ignore the queen's shaggy purple hair.

And Qu Chengze didn't expect Su Qinghuan to look over in such a naughty manner, and when those big two-dimensional eyes looked over, it actually made his heart beat a beat slower.

When Qu Chengze came to his senses, he already lowered his head involuntarily.

"..."

"Hey, don't let others see your beautiful face, or I will be jealous."

"..."

Su Qinghuan put a hat on Qu Chengze with a smile on her face, and then walked forward with a smirk on her face, as if the sentence just now was just a casual joke.

Qu Chengze pursed the corners of his lips, apparently he did not expect that he would unconsciously listen to this vase's order.

Although the current vases can't be called vases, because they don't look good.

But strangely, looking at her thin back, Qu Chengze felt in a daze that under Su Qinghuan's naughty and meaningless smile, there was a sense of loneliness that was cut off from the world.

It's not quite like playing the loneliness of a rebellious girl.

But it really seems that this world has nothing to do with her.

She doesn't care about anything.

……

Qu Chengze's peachy eyes dimmed slightly.

He lowered the brim of his hat and followed Su Qinghuan.

When he and Su Qinghuan found a place to set up musical instruments and stereos under the overpass, other passers-by, A, B, C, D, who were singing and performing arts or putting on films under the overpass couldn't help but stay away from them.

There was no way, because the current images of Su Qinghuan and Qu Chengze seemed very social and not easy to mess with.

Even pedestrians try to walk in fear on the other side of the sidewalk instead of passing them.

But facing all this, Su Qinghuan was not angry at all.

She casually handed Qu Chengze a playlist.

"Can you play this song?"

"..."

Qu Chengze was slightly taken aback, only to see Zhang Huimei's "Bloody Love Story" written on it, the style of the song was dark and depressing, but also fanatical and strong, completely inconsistent with the small and fresh theme songs that Su Qinghuan sang before.

He told others that this is a song he likes very much in a very lonely interview before, but even if he is an old fan, I am afraid it will be difficult to turn to that interview
For a moment, Qu Chengze almost thought that Su Qinghuan deliberately chose this song to curry favor with him, and she was afraid that with her weak singing voice, she would turn out to be an anti-dog.

But then, Qu Chengze himself denied it.

Looking at Su Qinghuan's non-mainstream eye makeup, the young man thought to himself.

—Maybe it was just a coincidence.

"I can try."

These are the humble words of youth,

Of course Su Qinghuan understood.

Soon, Qu Chengze sat down under the flyover with his guitar in his arms, and began to play the prelude.

Although Qu Chengze was a scumbag, he really played the instrument well, and he quickly attracted a few audiences, but he was afraid of their attire, so few people really stopped to stay.

……

Until a little fox with purple dyed hair picked up the microphone and gently parted her crimson lips.

"Those sweets you tasted

are all the fruits of loneliness
that's alive

I was cut from the heart
a piece of meat is like a giveaway

never think twice
If you are sharp, I will be bloody

Eloquent as a writer
Just let me follow you closely

let me write you a horror novel

Who is suspicious, who is pitiful, who is innocent
Who lives I have seen the final result

Let me take your place

Unforgettable like a love-love novel

The more blood flows, the more sad the hands, the more empty the heart

The more painful the flesh, the more vivid the feelings
don't give it back don't give it back
It's too late to figure it out
The involvement of the palm of your hand is no longer useful..."

……

The woman's lonely and cold voice flowed in the space in an instant.

There was also a hysterical breakdown, which made people feel a dull pain in their hearts.

In just one or two minutes, many passers-by subconsciously stopped in front of Su Qinghuan and Qu Chengze's booth, and gathered more and more, almost blocking the road!
(End of this chapter)