Bitter Entertainment Critic

　　Dong Shaohua wanted to break his head, but didn't expect it to be the job recommended by Moroz.

　　 His face was pale for an instant, and it was unusually ugly.

　　 Jiang Feiming asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

　　 "No, nothing!" Dong Shaohua said humbly.

　　 He never imagined that he was deliberately thinking about himself, trying to harm others.

　　 Finally ended in such a sarcastic end, which made him open his mouth, he began to doubt life, doubt himself.

　　Because of his trance, he didn't talk to Jiang Feiming for long, and the two said goodbye.

　　 The night fell.

　　The street light was shining on the road, Dong Shaohua held his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes were full of confusion and could not find directions.

　　Is he really wrong?

When 　　 just resigned, he was really mad, so he wanted to join forces with the chairman of Weiping.

　　He held the steering wheel violently, very hard.

　　 An inexplicable emotion came to my mind, it was very complicated, and there was no taste.

　　 Dong Shaohua's brows grew tighter and tighter, and he laughed mockingly, his eyes rosy, "Dong Shaohua, Dong Shaohua! You are really saved!"

　　 Before he got on the train, he also specifically searched for the phone number just now, which is indeed the human resource phone of "Star City Film and Television", indicating that all this is true.

　　 It's just that he still can't accept it now.

　　 was the one who hated him. He pulled himself at the hardest time.

　　In the real sense, sending charcoal in the snow is more timely than anything else.

　　 But that was exactly what he couldn’t believe, and there was even some resistance in his heart.

　　 This is a big joke. How can I tell my wife when I get home?

　　 Dong Shaohua's face with a sneer smirk, at this moment, I really felt that I was too bleak.

　　……

　　Muo Zhuosi is helping mother to clean up the rice bowl.

　　 "You said those popular songs?" Mom Mo looked at her son in shock.

　　 Many of the singers she used to like have withdrawn from the music scene, so they don't know the contemporary pop songs, but how to say that her daughter is also engaged in such industries, so there is still a concept.

　　 But a song that actually sold 200,000, it scared her.

　　 Mo Zhuo Si smiled and swept the fish bones in the plate into the trash can, and then said: "Mom, that is the price under special conditions. If you don't want the fire, I won't get a dollar."

　　Mo mother nodded and said: "That too!"

　　 "So, this is really not expensive, they can make money if they are fired, they can earn nothing if they are not fired!" Mo Zhuosi laughed.

　　Moss City pushed his glasses and told him, "Don't pay attention to it, has the money arrived?"

　　 He always feels that this kind of contract is too risky, and if there is no fire, there is no money. Then how to judge whether it is fire, let alone the possibility of fire is too small.

　　 "It's okay, I have looked at the contract very carefully, no problem." Morrows said back to his dad.

"I will remind you that your sister is now in that company, so sloppy!" Mo Sicheng considered more deeply, if this younger brother turned over with "Star City Film and Television", I am afraid that he will also be a sister affected.

　　The family chatted and chatted for a while, and the mother said that she would go outside and eat.

　　Mo Zhuo Si rarely came home once, and walked with his mother.

　　 The moonlight is very bright, and there are many people on the road.

　　 The neighbor's aunt brought a dumb Shiba Inu to ventilate, and inquired again, Morrows smiled: "This novel column is more interesting than poetry, and the market is also bigger."

　　 "The boy in our family has a soft heart and a hard mouth, and you usually understand her more." The neighbor's aunt said with a smile.

　　Morthos suddenly froze, why he didn't understand it.

　　 "Auntie, you said Yang Huanhuan?" he asked in surprise.

Aunt 　　 turned around in surprise and said, "Don't you know? She is now the president of your fan club."

　　 bang!

　　Muo Zhuosi is silly, this...

　　 He really didn't know at all. Although he had heard of this fan meeting, how could it be her?

　　However, the next second, he was shocked and suddenly remembered that the previous time, Yang Huanhuan took the initiative to contact himself. At that time, the novel column was not officially launched yet, but she came to ask her about the column.

　　 He smiled bitterly: "You only told me about this, she didn't tell me!"

　　 Auntie laughed all at once, "She may be embarrassed to tell you that this child has this character."

　　 Morrows smirked, "When will she come back?"

　　 "I'm not sure, maybe I will come back tomorrow!" At this point, the aunt said in surprise: "If I tell her, you will be back this week."

　　 "Hey, don't don't!" Morrows immediately waved anxiously, he was still thinking about talking to the girl tonight, so he wouldn't come back for himself.

　　 The three of them strolled outside and returned home at nine o'clock.

　　Muo Zhuosi took a shower after returning home, then turned out the hair dryer from the cabinet, picked up the phone and sent Yang Huanhuan a WeChat message.

　　 "Come out and report! My president!"

　　 He smiled at the corner of his mouth, every time he thought of this girl there was a feeling of wanting to tease, probably the harder she was, the more she liked to step on her.

　　 But when I heard that she was actually the president of her fan club, she felt inexplicably warm.

　　 blowing hair.

　　 After about two minutes, a WeChat message suddenly popped up on the phone screen.

　　Muo Zhuosi blows his hair with one hand, and unlocks the screen with the other hand. Yang Huanhuan replied: "You only know! Disappointment!" There was a white-eyed expression behind him.

　　 He put the phone down ridiculously, dried his hair honestly, and then climbed into the bed to chatter with the girl.

　　 "What fan event do you want me to participate in?" Mo Zhuosi asked deliberately.

　　 His pondering, Yang Huanhuan's character, will certainly hurt himself.

　　 The result surprised him, because Yang Huanhuan replied: "It must be, when do you have time?"

　　 Mo Zhuo Si mouth suddenly "O", and then typed and asked: "This fan meeting, shouldn't you organize it?"

　　 "Yeah! How about~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is it very moving, I want to thank me!" Yang Huanhuan sat on the bed in the dormitory and happily replied with a pillow on his face.

　　 "Poof!" Morrows smirked!

　　 The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and then jokingly asked, "Won't you want me to agree with me?"

　　 "Go! Whoever wants you to agree with yourselves, in the future we will have a fan meeting, you can be on call!" Yang Huan said with a smile.

　　Muo Zhuosi touched his nose, he found that he had found a way to crack the "honest system" to pretend to force, that is to say less declarative sentences, more interrogative sentences!

　　 At this time, Zhang Xuexin returned from the library to the bedroom and said with a smile: "What's so happy to laugh?"

　　 "No!" Yang Huanhuan said calmly.

　　Zhang Xuexin rolled his eyes and said, "Then you are still so happy. Recently, fans will feel like dying. Just a few days ago, some people quarreled in the group. Until now, the few of us are talking inside."

　　Yang Huanhuan's eyes lit up and asked: "Shall we? Let's organize an event?"

　　 "What activity?" Zhang Xuexin looked at her with wide eyes.

　　 "Uh, do you want a meeting?" Yang Huanhuan asked tentatively.

　　 "Yes! Can you ask Mr. Mo to come out?" Zhang Xuexin became interested at once.

　　Yang Huanhuan said confidently, "Yes!"

　　 "If he doesn't come, I will let my mother go to his house to complain!" She smiled mischievously.

　　 Zhang Xuexin covered her mouth and smiled, and admired her with a compliment.

　　Mo Zhuosi chatted with WeChat while logging in to his work platform using a computer and wrote a sentence in the message area of ​​the poetry column.

　　 "You don't have lights at home, but the outside world is very bright, why not go out for a walk?"-Morzos